NABC Chapter 234.5 – Two Dragons
Chapter 234.5 – Two Dragons
Chapter 234.5 – Two Dragons
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(Temporary Perspective Change)
Awakening to the sound of paws tapping inside my cave, I couldn’t care for any company, even if said company is a member of my own species.
A cave purposely as close as possible to the faltering human empire, a failed attempt to get all who annoy me far enough away so I wouldn’t have to deal with annoyances. They call me crazy for sticking to this mountain range for so long yet, here I still live while all those so-called brethren either hide, cower, die or become slaves for the little mortals.
They know where to come if they wish for this dragon to wear chains... although. Less and less of them come up here nowadays, I’d feel insulted if they’ve forgotten about me already.
And here is one of them, albeit a lizard sister rather than a brother. I’ve seen enough red dragons for a lifetime and this young one, maybe past the tender age of two hundred, dares to come into my nest without invitation? Just from her larger than average size alone, her past must’ve been full of heartache and misery. She should know better.
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It takes but a moment but this dragon has already made my mood turn even darker. I’ve killed our kind plenty of times before so if she’s looking for my anger, she will get it.
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This young red dragon travels all this way from who knows where, right at the cusp of an empire that destroys and enslaves dragons by will and wishes to become my student? Hmph... already see where this is going, that stupid smile on her stupid face says it all really.
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As soon as the happy younger dragon makes her response, I’m taken aback and can’t help but get up from my napping position I was still curled in. Out of everything you could want power for... children? Is she insane? It’ll take more than just one dragon to rebuild our dwindling population so unless she’s got fertility rivalling a hare in heat, that can’t be her the goal.
Many will lie on what started the dragonic-human war, but it comes down to one simple mistake. We thought humans couldn’t surpass a certain point, garner enough strength and magic, to stage an uprising. None listened when I warned diamonds can be made when you twist and break something so much. Now, we’re all paying for the mistakes my ancestors started when prodding the empire. They may be weaker than they once were, but us dragons share the exact same fate.
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I’m... conflicted. It’s been a very long time since any person, whether it be dragon or mortal came close to making my jaw drop yet this bold dragon has done the trick. The last I believe was that odd yellow bird, the phoenix who came along looking for artefacts to buy. I lost a great deal from my nest that day, but the piles of gold he gave me was inspiring. I still remember that first shine of my pit being half full with all that gold... where was I again? Oh yes...
Her ideas... are not half bad, but I’ll have to be careful with my nest. If her intent is to clean out my pit, she won’t lay a single claw on my gold before my teeth find her neck.
She’s even aware on the luxury drinks the dwarfs create? Maybe I’ve been a little too harsh with this dragon. Did she mention her name yet...
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“What the hell are you doing, Jake? Don’t attack it!”
“We can’t take on two dragons, you moron! Fuck!”
Three little pests enter my nest, one of which leads the charge only armed with a tiny axe humans use for scaling up mountains. I’m insulted that he thinks he can bring me down with such a small little device.
Tossing the charging foe aside, I’m mentally hurt. These three are so weak, there’s no chance I could make their suffering worthwhile. I guess the only course of action is to tear them apart, limb from limb until all that’s left is little pieces...
“You want me to spare these insignificant little pests after they dare to wonder into a dragon’s nest!? Then, insult me further by not even taking the fight seriously!?!”
Speaking purposely to put the fear of their Gods within the little mortals, all of them shake uncontrollably at the sight of just a portion of what dragon voice can produce. Or, is it the mountain shaking from my sound?
I disagree with her point but best not argue on something this minor. Humans aren’t worth the time nor effort.
“Do what?”
Seeing the red dragon turn an even brighter shade of red... no Dermakvar. Put that aside for now, these vermin are still in the way.
“W-We won’t! You have o-our word”
“Not a-a single word, z-zip!”
“I-I-I... n-need new u-underwear”
Letting the little mortals keep their lives for now, the three climbers shake their way back down the cliff face, leaving just me and Kellearzar alone again. It would’ve been better if I ripped them apart and decorated my cave for future trespassers... not going to argue on it though. Just a small lecture will do for my companion.
Alas, Kellearzar’s faith in the mortals were incorrect and a small army came searching the mountains a few days later. But of course, they were met long before stepping foot on the range. That’s beyond the point though, there never was a single human that can withstand the true language of the dragons. It was never made for control or power; it was made simply for death...
Trying to dodge an imminent arrow, this dragon has always had an anger and a sensitivity that even frightens me. Don’t take that smile upon her face as a real reflection, she is dastardly, even managing to trick the poor and innocent me into the nest last night. Or the last thousand nights, time becomes harder to track with age. She really can be a lovely companion... getting rapidly bigger the more I teach her as well. Never mention a dragons weight to a female lizard, they don’t take it as a compliment...
Maybe I exaggerate on that last part but the power is comparable to theirs at least. Just think about how many souls get lost up here and never find their way to the final rest, this world was meant to be the final stop for all that come here. Or now, more specifically, that small Underworld dungeon they had to conjure up at the last minute.
I pause for just a second for darling to understand the weight of my words. This is something I cannot give her.
To see this young and chipper dragon experience such turmoil... no. I’ve already sworn a vow already. The last ramblings of this voice, dies with me. The only way it could be passed down is through offspring.