Tales of The Mighty Dragonair

Arthur just glanced at her disappearing back before an evil smile appeared on top of his face.

"So you are jealous, right?" he muttered, before shaking his head. He knew he would face more challenges the more girls joined his side. As a grown up, with a very long previous life, he knew things like these were inevitable, and he knew how to deal perfectly with these minor problems.

He just needed to satisfy each one so they would never complain!

He just shook his head, as this matter was too soon for him to take care of. He glanced at the empty tent around, thinking about what he could do until they bring everyone suitable for training here.

"let's try the super potion then," he muttered, as he now was so ready to boost his strength. Even if he went sleepy for a while, or he had his energy stimulated enough like Amelia, Silver Falcon, and Iman, he had time for that.

He took out one ice and fire potion and before taking it, he thought a little about how to maximize its effects.

"I can use some runes to boost the effects," he muttered before taking out some ores from his ring, and the old wooden cart that he usually used. He looked at the ores and decided to get more of them, as he kept using them in the last periods, depleting them.

He wrote on seven ores the word ice, and on another seven the word fire, then he distributed them all around the place of the ground he decided to sit at. He put one ice rune then one fire rune, forming a circle around his place. He then sat there, before finally drinking the potion.

The moment the potion entered his throat, he felt a deep echo coming from his soul, like a craving desire for this fluid.

"So, one isn't enough for you? You are such a gluttony!" he muttered, as he felt the strength of that craving deep in his soul. The potion wasn't enough to satisfy that hunger, and if he wanted to boost his strength to the next level, he knew he had to quench that thirst.

So, he took out another potion and drank it, but he also felt the same, still feeling hunger. A third, a fourth, and he kept using potions until he used seven of them. when he took the seventh one, that feeling started to calm down for a bit, while all that fluid inside his body was ignited, like his explosive oil smelling the scent of fire.

An explosion occurred, nothing on the surface, though, but deep within his soul! He felt his soul to be like a dormant beast, sleeping for ages, and finally it started to wake up, stimulated by the energy accumulated from his potions.

"If I used more, my body won't take it! let's be humble and not too greedy!"

He muttered, reminding himself that greed, sometimes, might make him lose it all!

He closed his eyes, and focused on controlling the huge amount of energy given to him by the seven potions. He could sense the fire and ice natured energies reigning supreme inside this pulp of energy, and these two powers were resonating with his soul.

He started channeling this energy across his blood stream, using the same principle as he used back in the days when he was cultivator, and channeling his energy inside his meridians.

The first cycle was the hardest one, as the energy was still, refusing hard to follow his control. The first cycle completed, and his energy gained some momentum inside his body, and a tiny part of it got absorbed by his soul, strengthening it, making that sleepy beast inside it more awake and eager for more.

"Roar!"

A small roar was felt in the depths of his soul, which drove a smile over his face. 'Don't worry, buddie, I will make you eat today until you feel satisfied,' he thought in his mind, speaking to his soul as if it was alive.

The second cycle was completed faster, and smoother, than the first one. Again, a tiny part of the energy got absorbed by his soul, and the same roar appeared again, making his soul, and his entire body tremble faintly.

'Again!' he muttered with an excited smile over his face, while he started channeling the energy for the third time, and forth, and so on. the more cycles he did, the shorter the duration was, the more energy his soul absorbed, the more frequent the roars became, until he could almost hear the roars with each passing second!

The energy mass was massive, and he needed hours to make it finally disappear, totally absorbed into his soul. The moment it disappeared, he felt some clarity, as if he was getting some enlightenment.

Fog, white fog, started to block his mind, while he found himself suddenly standing in the middle of an unknown place. He saw a youngster standing in front of a bunch of other older youths, with a smirk on their faces, as if they had hunted an animal or a monster.

"Won't you run or scream?" one of the youths sneered, making fun of that youth standing alone in front of them. the face of that youth was quite twisted, with much pain and agony appearing clearly on his face.

"You all are monsters! You killed all my family! All my friends are gone, the whole village is gone!" the youth bellowed out in extreme hate and anger that Arthur could feel, strangely, so clearly, like it was coming from the depth of his soul.

"It's you dragon slaves who shouldn't be alive in the first place! you are a disgrace on the human race," the previous youth, who seemed to be the leader of this gang, said. "No such dragon slave like you should be alive, so you should thank us for doing you all this favor, and don't worry, you won't be so late in joining everyone in the afterlife," the youth laughed an evil long laugh, like he said a joke just now, "as if there is such a thing, and afterlife, hahaha," he continued to laugh, and the others also joined him as well.

"You monsters, do you think I would fall without a fight?" the younger angry youth said, showing a vicious look over his face.

"What can you do?" one of the group said, "you can't turn without fire," the youth said, as he suddenly snapped his fingers, and a small fountain of water appeared out of nowhere, floating few inches above his head, "show me how can you summon fire here in my presence, c'mon, show me your struggle so we can enjoy killing you more!"

Arthur just felt the fear from this situation. If he was there, in the place of that youth, standing alone in front of all these monsters, he wouldn't be able to do anything with his dragonair abilities.

Without fire he was nothing!

"I will show you why everyone in my village called me a genius," the boy muttered, gritting his teeth. He suddenly pointed towards that fountain of water with his hand, making a grip towards it. the youth who summoned the water had this irritating smile over his face, while sneering on the futile and silly efforts of that dragonair boy.