1 Arc 0: Fight for your life, son

Arc 0: Introduction

Fight.

Fight.

Fight...

My ears are ringing so loud that I couldn't guess correctly... or was I imagining? The heat is too much... this isn't my imagination. I wasn't delusional, I wasn't hallucinating.

"Fight!" A voice calls. All I was hearing were muffled noises and men screaming atop their lungs. What is going on?

What happened?

I look around, like a newborn deer out from it's mother's womb. I wish my mother's womb wasn't destroyed and I wouldn't have to fight to live like this.

My whole clan property was destroyed. The heat around me... it was from burning. My house is burning up.

"Why...?" I ask myself this, but I never knew the answer. My twelve year old body couldn't resist much of the force from these attacks. I couldn't pass out, nor could I make use of myself and fight. He was right. All along.

I'm useless.

I don't deserve a place in this world.

Nor do I deserve these hidden powers residing in me.

In that moment, I never thought I'd give up on my life like this and let the fire devour me. I was ready to become a sacrificial pawn for this world to attain true peace. Yet again, if I cannot survive... werewolves will be wiped out from the face of Earth.

Was I even allowed to be selfish now.

I didn't think being selfish would take such a toll on my mind. I was going berserk.

"Dad..." the man, my dad, in his werewolf form was screaming at a wild being that appears. Why is this creature so big and with...

Wings?

The moment it's fire starts to form from the bottom of its mouth, I knew it was my doom befalling. Such a vile act, conducted by vile creatures like these.

There was no doubt anymore.

These are....

"Dragons!"

Someone bites into my flank, pretty harshly as though they were in a hurry. The fire was a liquid type, enough to scortch down a whole building until it's heat had died down. They were one of the most dangerous kinds of fire.

Then there was the reality striking kind of fire, top of it's class.

The Kin-inhaler.

Light blue, glowing like ice. Not to be mistaken with the color. It was the rarest and treasured kind of dragon which posed the Kin-inhaler ability.

I couldn't scream through the pain that strikes all over my body. Somehow, my nose was picking up the scent of the wolf carrying me to safety with it's jaws. It's a brown wolf.

The brown being so distinct, I wish not to be wrong. It was, "Eugene!" I scream. He sunk teeth in my skin are colored with my blood when he lets go. My flank was healing at a speed no werewolf has ever seen. I didn't know I had this ability was useful at times like this.

"What the hell are you doing, sitting there like that!?" His heavy, almost Irish accent snipes through my ears like fire arrows.

"I- I-"

"Stop speaking. The rest of the energy that you have, use it to fight."

Fight.

Fight...

Was I even worthy of fighting if I couldn't save myself from the attack? This was pretty confusing.

"I'm sorry..." I say to our pack's beta, Eugene.

"I'll prove myself to you."

Then.

My beast was summoned.

My coat, red like the menacing color of hell. My beastly appearance of my wolf alerts everyone, including the dragons.

They begin to throw their aims at me.

"Damn it!" I curse in my bark. A wolf couldn't actually communicate with human words.

The monstrous roar from my wolf, the red furred wolf, it was like a signal to the others. An advancement.

"For crying out loud. Huh!" My father scoffs at me while standing beside me for the fight.

My father was exceptionally good with snapping off necks of these vile creatures. Whereas I, with my coat, I was a tolerable shield for him in dire cases.

We made a perfect team together.

That's what I believed in, when I started my training with him.

To get my legs chopped off, my hands and my hip... all of them healed. Including the scars. The organs grew back like it was nothing.

But one scar remains forever.

The attempt to see if I could grow a head back resulted in a scar for a lifetime upon my neck. The scar I desperately hide in my human form and in my werewolf form.

I hope the dragons don't know of my weakness.

More like... weaknesses.

"There's a large one ahead, boy! Level 3!" My father says.

"Alright!" It was still not understood. The way my human form had less confidence while this... menacing form of mine boosted my confidence to infinity. Maybe it was the security this fur gave me over fire. I survived all kinds of fires with this fur.

"Charge!" Our beta, Eugene, lends us his back as we jump in the sky to take down our prey. The level three fire bearer dragon. It was humongous, from what I could see.

Dad quickly presses his special claws inside the skin of the dragon. Even if it tries to shake us off, we wouldn't fall off easily. Two dragons appear on our side, to take us down and save it's comrade. Maybe the dragons knew the Level 3 dragon was needed, but alas.

Bad news has already been given.

Miraculous.

My father is such a monster that in the matter of fractions, he is able to kill and bite into his prey like candy. That was a tough way to put his skills into the dictionary. He always won.

No matter what.

But...

Aside from the dragons at hand, there appeared a much larger, Level 5 dragon.

The Kin-inhaler bearer...

We were still upon the Level 3 dragon which was to meet the ground in a few seconds of falling. We didn't have anywhere to go...

The Level 5 dragon opens it's mouth.

Ice blue... I see it. In it's pit, the darkness around it was being ignited with the ice blue fire. It was so powerful.

Before I knew it... the blast was directed towards us.

I couldn't protect him.

I couldn't fight this.

But I swear on the falling, burning fur of my dad...

There was a man riding that beastly dragon who granted death to my father.