Tales of The Mighty Dragonair

Arthur didn't know for how long he lost his consciousness, but when he woke up, he found that conspicuous book still in his hand. He felt sore all over his body, like being beaten by heavenly tribulation.

"What should I do with you?" he dragged his aching body to sit over a small rock in the place, while eyeing that book with doubt and fear.

The last battle that he, luckily, got out of it unscathed was still lingering fresh inside his mind. Soul attacks weren't that easy to handle, and this time he wasn't well prepared, but if he had to use that book again he had to be much better prepared.

That if he was in desperate need for that book!

He opened its pages again, to find there was no change whatsoever in the book. "Didn't you die or what?" he skeptically asked himself while putting a book inside his ring. "Let you rote inside for now," he muttered, while taking out some meat and started chewing them.

He wasn't this beaten before on the hand of a person for a long time, and that beating he just had left a sore mark inside his soul. "I wouldn't use that book ever again," he decided, "I have to find another way to stimulate my strength then," he muttered while clenching his fists and feeling how fragile and weak he was now.

If a normal monster, even without a horn, faced him in such a sorrow state, he wouldn't be able to defend against himself at all. So, he didn't hurry to leave this cursed place, where everything withered away under the cruel judge of time.

He kept himself there, eating meat and thinking of his options, until dark fell upon him. He didn't have any flying pets, so he didn't want to risk going out at night, especially at this time where he wasn't perfectly recovered.

So he first summoned Don, who had been long since summoned, and pointed to the distant trees as he ordered:

"Go and cut those trees, then bring them here. we need some fire and a place to sleep at."

Don, happily that his master had already summoned it, moved rapidly, executing Arthur's orders by the letter. Arthur did nothing but watch him, and when Don dragged enough wood, he then started to bring fire from the fire pits remaining inside his ring.

The moment fire erupted, a strange scene occurred in front of him. the long dancing tongues of fire didn't move chaotically, freely as usual, as they all moved towards his direction, like they were paying their respect and tribute to him, to his higher being than this fire.

"What's going on here?" he softly muttered, thinking about an explanation of this, "did I gain some powers then?" that was the only logical explanation he had.

Despite deciding not to use the book anymore, he had to bring it out, open it on the first page, where a human drawing grabbed all his attention. "So, I have to sit like cultivating, but amidst a place of fire or snow?!" he muttered, wondering with much doubt about the authenticity of these teachings.

"I hope you didn't touch the teachings as well," he spoke to the illusionary figure in his mind of that dreadful dragonair master. He then put the book away, and started to move towards the fire, with a decision made inside his head.

"I didn't gain my right to be a dragonair from this mere scoundler. My body has the dragonair bloodline, and I got it activated and boosted by Zilia's sacrifice, her gift to me."

He muttered as he took the first step into the fire itself. He was imagining himself being burnt by the flame, but strangely nothing happened. even his clothes were kept intact, untouched, untainted by the fire, which started to dance around him, like he was her centre of existence.

"Sigh," he sighed when he saw this, as it seemed he got some powers after that huge battle. He sat on the burning ground, feeling no heat or pain at all, before closing his eyes, and starting to move his energy inside his body like it was drawn in that picture, like a huge whirlpool!

He was closing his eyes, not sensing his surroundings at this moment, but Don was there and saw everything. The moment Arthur closed his eyes and started to meditate, the whole flames started going berserk, growing in size, the same as when Arthur used the explosive oil over the fire.

This wasn't all, as the growing sea of fire, which kept expanding outwards without stop, started to rotate, forming a huge, very frightening tornado of flames, centered around Arthur.

As for Arthur, the moment he closed his eyes and tried to manipulate his energy, a very amazing feeling seeped calmly into his body, relaxing him, making him enter the state of enlightenment without any burdens.

He was there, but his mind wasn't, as he suddenly saw flashes of his past life, mixed with flashes of another person's past life, that dragonair's dreadful master's life.

The moment he saw was when a twelve years old child won a local examination, scoring an impressive result. Everyone was amazed by his innate talent, and many praise words came to make the child beam with pride and honor.

It wasn't the same man that child grew to be, he was still pure and innocent. The next scene of the memory was when the child entered a fireplace, while others looked at him with veneration and anticipation.

The child sat, like Arthur just did, and then he closed his eyes, like Arthur, and Arthur knew he would start manipulating his energy like what he did. The next moment, the flames had gone berserk, enlarging to an extreme unimaginable, startling even Arthur himself, but the others standing there seemed not caring about this, as if this was expected, and even he got more praises on this.

"Use the mantra now, say it to unleash your true dragonair's bloodline!"

A loud shout suddenly came, from among the foggy appearances of those standing there to watch. The child smiled, as he heard the words of that master.

"Dragonair rise!"

He muttered these words softly, just before another extraordinary thing happened. all the fires that were now raging and wrecking havoc here moved, like being under control, to slash with the kid's body, blending smoothly with him.

This didn't take longer than a few seconds, and after that a huge cloud of smoke emerged from the kid, masking him from the eyes of Arthur. Arthur could hear the soft roaring breaths of a mighty beast inside the smoke, while the shade of a giant body was there, moving slowly around the place, like it was inspecting its new form.

"You!!!"

An angry shout came, from the depth of the smoke, followed by a sudden shock wave, dissipating all the smoke, revealing the true body of a big dragon in front of Arthur.