Tales of The Mighty Dragonair

Everyone nodded, despite they already were certain of Arthur's victory. Their confidence was apparent on their faces, with no tinge of worry on anyone of them, making Rayan feel speechless, as he thought they were all insane!

"Let's go then, I think the clan elders and head will be there soon," Rayan shook his head, helplessly, as he said that while moving from his table. Arthur followed him, with others walking just behind the two. "Will the clan elders and head come?" Arthur asked, as he exited the hall towards the opened garden outside.

He suddenly was welcomed by a huge crowd blocking his way, startling him. he paused, and glanced at Rayan, who simply shook his head as he said:

"We are a fighting clan, and so any news about a fight will attract everyone's attention."

His words were logical, and then he and Arthur penetrated to the front, between a growing crowd of viewers to this challenge. Just as they reached the centre of this place, Arthur was astonished to find a large stage was already there in the middle of the huge garden, with mages pulling thick long robes, pushing it higher by strange mechanism to the sky!

Arthur stood there and watched that large arena that was made out of special ore as he asked:

"Is this where the fight will happen?"

When Rayan eyed him strangely, he added, "it looks quite small."

Rayan smiles, as he didn't know if he had to laugh or cry, before replying, explaining the nature of this battle stage:

"This is a special battle stage of our clan, when it's activated, the area will be massively enlarged for those inside it, but it won't take a lot of space in the actual world."

His words were vague, but Arthur understood what this stage was, it was like a world of its own, activated using special ways. He watched the mages who were responsible for maintaining it, as they had many boxes full of strange ores inside. He knew these ores were responsible for charging the stage, and giving it its characteristics.

In less than a few minutes, the whole stage was ready, with long stairs made of wood and ore were linking the stage high up in the sky with the ground. On the sides of this garden, he spotted many strange boards made out of translucent ores, and the moment Tenshi ascended the stairs to the top, with the company of Rodrig, these boards shone brightly, showing scenes of the two climbing to the stage.

"You should go now," Rayan said, before turning to look at him while sighing, "if you want to retreat, then this is the chance," he added.

"No chance," Arthur replied, as he firmly moved towards the stairs, with Rayan on his side, as both ascended the stairs to the top.

In the middle of their ascension, the clan top figures appeared, coming in a large group as they stopped in a place specified for them. The clan head was an old man, with many wrinkles on his face, and one intact eye only. He lost the other eye while fighting a legendary monster when he was young in a battle that shaped his fame for years.

"Is this the boy you granted a special treatment Edmory?" the clan head asked the grand elder, one of his long life best friends living on his side up till now.

"Yes Obrim, he is," Edmory nodded, while watching the live broadcast on one of the boards scattered in the garden.

"My boy eyes can't be wrong, this boy is another faulted choice by you," a middle aged man suddenly spoke, as he pointed towards Tenshi's figure with much pride.

"Nothing is certain," Edmory replied, before glancing at him while adding, "even current favored positions aren't guaranteed."

The face of Forij, Tenshi's father, changed slightly, but he said no further. If not for the clan head to be present, he would then love to reply to Edmory's words one for one.

As for Obrim, the current Nystic clan leader, he ignored this side talk as he glanced towards Arthur for a moment, before his eyes shone.

"This can't be…" he simply muttered, while Edmory nodded as he replied with a smile. He knew his old friend's one eye wouldn't miss this aura surrounding Arthur's body.

"Is there something wrong, Obrim?" a middle aged woman asked, as she seemed so close from the clan leader. Everyone just glanced at her, knowing how highly their clan leader regarded this lady. She was a master at the Dorgazire academy, one of the rare types with no backing or family of known name.

However, she was a genius, and at such a young age of thirty five she managed to create a great name and fame for herself. She was considered one of the strongest candidates to be the next academy leader, if not then she would end up being one of the rare, highly esteemed elders of the academy.

She was invited today to meet with the clan head, so he wanted to show some of his offsprings to her, hoping one might attract her attention and would gain her support.

Although the clan had many masters in the academy, none in the favored candidate list of the next academy leader. Gaining support of one of those in the unofficial list would be considered a great achievement to the clan, and might secure their future against other great predators in this world.

"This boy isn't simple," he simply replied stating that, without delving into any more details.

"Oho," she muttered while she glanced for the first time, with serious eyes, towards Arthur. She wasn't like most of the elders here, as her eyes managed to spot the unique air around Arthur, that intertwined ice and fire auras like they were best mates ever!

"Interesting," she muttered, softly to herself, before looking at the clan head as she added, "is he one of your kids, Obrim?"

Obrim didn't know what to say, as this fight was issued from his best kid towards Arthur to kill him. Just as he was about to reply, a drum music erupted from the ground, announcing that all the participants were in their places.

This saved him from answering her question, and just as that, Tenshi spoke to the whole clan, addressing them by saying with much pride and arrogance:

"My fellow clansmen, and my esteemed clan head, elders, and masters, this outsider mage came into our clan and acted with such insolent behavior towards me. I'm very merciful, so I gave him the chance to redeem his pride and challenge our respected Rodrig in this fight," he then paused as he took out his precious sword as he added, "the winner shall have this dragon slayer sword."

The moment he said these words, the sword shone dimly like it was expressing its own unwillingness of this offer. Arthur just noted that, as he never saw a weapon doing such a reaction except for one type of weapon; the soul one.