Tales of The Mighty Dragonair

"Wise decision," the master then moved away while her entourage took Arthur with them, "from both of you. When your master arrives, let him come and see me."

Doaf exchanged glances with Amera who could only sigh and try to resist shouting or screaming.

"We should free him," Doaf said in a low tone so no one else would hear him.

"We need your master to arrive," Amera said in a bitter tone, "if anything I knew about my master is that she won't let a trophy off her hands easily."

"He is our young master. Do you have any idea what does this mean?"' Doaf said in a very serious tone while facing her, "my master would even go to war for this and he has all the right to do so."

"I think she depends entirely on the fact that we are now at war and we need each other."

"I doubt she even can think this sanity without going crazy," Doaf sneered before gazing around. Some mages groups started to head directly towards them.

"And now I bet she will confine both of us to prison," he sarcastically laughed while shaking off his head.

"Stop right there," Amera had to shout at the first group to arrive, "what business do you have here?" she asked in a strong tone while stepping forward and shielding Doaf behind.

"Run if you get the chance," she whispered to him while waiting for the group of fifty mages to answer her.

"We came on the orders of the grandmaster," one of the female mages stepped forward before adding, "she assigned all of us to work under your command."

"My command?" Amera asked in doubt while preventing herself from exploding at them out of her frustration.

"Not only yours, but both of you," the mage said in respect while pointing out towards Doaf.

"What about my people?" Doaf asked despite already knowing the answer.

"The grandmaster didn't give us any instructions about them yet," the mage said before adding, "she only said after succeeding this current mission then the time will come for some… rewards as she said it."

"Rewards, huh…" Doaf seemed a bit upset while the next to him Amera nodded. She silently urged him to agree and he could only nod as well.

"Alright, which part of this mess the… master wanted us to clean for her?" Doaf asked while trying his best to remain under control and spoil everything up.

As the two of them were trying their best not to get themselves or others killed, Arthur was kept under strict surveillance with the personal watch of the grandmaster herself.

She took him into her private mansion, a secluded part in the big central palace where no one dared to step in without her permission.

The place was entirely secured with guards who could be least described as monsters. They were brutal, highly trained and very selectively picked up by the grandmaster.

Yet inside her own room that looked like a playground, things looked so calm and peaceful. It was like this part of the world was cut off from the rest of it. There were no signs of panic, no sounds of war, or even a speck of distress.

And she just brought Arthur here with her before letting him down over the ground with his big blue dragonair body.

Then she sat beside him while marvelling the spear head like scales his body was totally covered with.

"I wonder what you are truly made of, big kid," she seemed to be acting like a fifteen years old girl instead of that old lady look she had.

"I don't recommend doing that if I were you."

"Wow! You are awake already?! How can this be happening?!"

The moment she tried to touch one of his scales, Arthur had to step in.

As he lost consciousness, Gege interfered and used the tree and the garden's ability to cleanse his body out of that toxin.

The needle that the master used held some sort of poison, something the golden dragon said was designed to control people's minds and freedom of will.

Yet in front of his own hidden variables, that tactic didn't work.

"Sorry, I couldn't let you die or get injured," Arthur stood slowly up before cancelling his human form.

"I was just about to touch your scales," the grandmaster seemed not to believe what he said, "and wait a minute… How long have you been conscious?"

"What? Did you plan on stripping me out and starting getting intimate?"

"Huh, trying to use insult and rudeness to evade the answer," the grandmaster said in an amusing tone, "but for the record you aren't my type."

"You neither," Arthur shrugged before taking a set of clothes out and started to change what he was wearing.

Even in human form, his shirt had a stain of blood mixed with that toxin. He didn't want to endanger himself or put his life under someone's knife.

"You didn't answer me," the grandmaster slowly said in a tone that told Arthur how impatient she was.

"I'm hungry, do you have any food around?" yet Arthur didn't care about her feelings and started walking inside that big room.

She raised an eyebrow while giving him a deep look. He only smiled as he went over and checked the room as if he was a privileged guest and not a hostage.

"I'm really amazed by how daring you are," she followed him while he found a tray filled with food on one of the sides of the room.

"This is delicious," he held a large piece of meat in his hand, "what seasonings did the chief use?"

"You are… something," the master crossed her arms around before asking, "how did you do that?"

"I'm hungry and found this amazing meal in front of me… how else would I do it?" Arthur tried to ignore the question and sound a little funny but she seemed annoyed with his words.

"I meant the toxin," she said directly, "how did you escape it?"