Lost In Thought
Months passed since Regin's encounter with the nameless boy.
Ever since locking eyes with that boy, Regin has been reflecting and thinking more and more about himself, who he is, what he's here for, and what to look forward to. Though, that doesn't mean much now as his next reincarnation is incoming.
Regin — the name given to him in this lifetime — is one of the, if not, the only dragon who has voluntarily succumbed to the constricting shackles of fate—a fact that many has criticized him for. It no surprise that he would be excluded and disliked by his former and current peers.
Nevertheless, Regin's power is still considerable enough In just the span of a night, Regin can singlehandedly demolish a country if he so tries. However, Regin does not like this. Regin, believe it or not is a pacifist at heart. He is not very fond of violence, though the same could not be said for his draconic and divine peers.
It has been a century since Regin's awakening. Most of his many many memories has come to him, though the masked person that he vaguely remembers encountering still remains a mystery. As Regin has been in his well, ruminating about the mysteries and intricacies of what 'life' is, his power has diminished greatly. What was once a cool majestic dragon is no more than an aging dying dragon who never stopped thinking about himself, a selfish task befitting of the greedy draconic race.
Today, Regin thinks to himself more and more about life and it's various mysteries.
"Is it to love? Cry? Weep? Suffer? Live? Survive? Struggle? Hope? Trust? Friendship? Companionship? Help? Serenity? Infinity?" Again, Regin wonders with his all, his draconic brain desperately trying to search an answer for a question he does not yet know.
However, today is different. Today is special.
*thump*
For a friend has come.
*thump thump*
A long time friend, one Regin has met, fought, and conversed with many times in his many lives.
*thump thump thump thump*
No, not a friend. Regin does not have any friends.
*thump thump thump thump thump*
An enemy.
"O blue one, how does thee fare?" A deep, evil voice boomed.
Regin immediately stopped his reflection and emerged from the well he had occupied as his home. A tide of mana-filled water splashed the ground, eventually reaching the feet of the booming voice.
Regin readied himself, preparing for a battle that could be the end of this life for him. However, Regin still kept himself cool and calm, like the clear water of well.
Regin's voice boomed as well. "What do you want, Vicious Dragon of Flame and Destruction?" Regin muttered his visitor's title with casual coolness, neither afraid nor provoking.
"Now now, one does not need to start an otherwise needless combat at this very moment. We both know how this tale ends." At those words—no, those hate-filled scarlet eyes, Regin decided to provoke the dragon no further.
The horrific, towering frame of the blood-red dragon invokes primal fear to anyone that dares gaze upon in it's figure without the necessary strength. It was the literal symbol of power and destruction, touted of in many religious and fanatical texts as 'The Vicious Dragon of Flame and Destruction'.
Of course, the dragon in question does not care for any of this fanatical worship or belief, refusing to be a so called 'Deity' or 'God'—parasites, as the vicious dragon called them.
It's scales looked as impure as jt's heart, black and red at many parts, scarred at the others. The dragon itself paid no mind to them, instead brandishing them around for the sentimentality of it's many battles. Not to mention the sword stuck in at the back of it's neck, both a trophy and a seal.
The sword's blade pierced the dragon's neck fully, the cross-guard up to the handle being the only visible part of it. In Regin's draconic vision — one of the most perceptive ocular magic available, dwarfed only by the most powerful appraisal spells and magic artifacts in this plane — he could see a faint white, somewhat yellow-ish halo of holy light surrounding the sword.
There were some dark spots on the halo, making it look a little infected, but in truth, it was just the draconic power of the blood-red dragon seeping into the sword, fighting for dominance. Whatever this sword or…thing was, it was powerful, enough so that even The Vicious Dragon of Flame and Destruction had trouble dealing with it.
Regin stayed silent and made sure that his connection with the water is still intact, concentrating for it's presence.
"Thou does not to be so on guard, blue one. Myself have not come seeking a challenge, just as myself had said. Instead, myself has come seeking council with thee, possibly even thine aid in a particular issue myself has been quite perturbed with for many moons." The blood-red dragon requested with tyrannical intent, more of an order than a request from the looks of it.
Regin quickly picked up on this unhidden message. He's always like this, Regin thought to himself, always doing whatever the hell he damn wants like it's his God-given right, while in honest truth, he's just a greedy, power-hungry monster with a desire that could never be satisfied.
Regin eyed the blood-red dragon intensely, letting it's following words go into one ear and out the other, as a tired mother would say upon scolding her child. Though, I guess that's what made this monster so dangerous, Regin began ruminating once more like he always does, that desire, greed, and gluttony for anything that one could possibly want and even more, paired with that lust and envy for anything valuable that anybody holds, along with the horrifying wrath that made this monster bare it's fangs on all those that stood in it's path. This horrific combination of power and personal interests, it's no wonder it holds almost all the Sins that one could bear by itself. If I had not existed, who knows what would happen…
Regin let the thought trail off, not wanting to imagine the where it would lead hum. The blood-red dragon puffed it's scaly chest up even more than usual.
"—And thus, Myself propose that myself, with your combined power, kill that festering bug once and for all. She has ruled the labyrinth for much too long. With her tyranny already brought to light, Myself have devised a plan to extinguish her from this world." The blood-red dragon laid out flatly, finally finishing it's lengthy spiel.
Regin sighed, a odd sight to see from a towering sapphire-scaled dragon. "You know that the witch cannot be slain, especially by us, the dragons. She is part spirit, a feat granted to her by the vow that she had secured with all the High Spirits in the labyrinth. Conventional weaponry cannot kill her, let alone damage her, if she so chooses. Moreover, as fairies, albeit of the highest grade, our offense does nothing against her defense, like a leaf to the wind. She simply cannot be beat. As for her location, even in all the years you have been trying to get even a whisk of her presence, nothing has come up. What has come over you to warrant such drastic measures? I know how territorial you can be, made even, but this. This…" Regin trailed off as his draconic vision caught a faint glimmer of something that the monster in front of him should NEVER possess.
A maniacal laugh boomed in the cavern. "HAHAHA, thou worry does not, myself has got that handled. On one of my daily hunts, myself caught sight of her mana signature. It was faint, but myself am certain it was her. Myself can recognize that disgustingly clean aura anywhere. She escaped as the slimy insect she was, but worry not, for in my infinite wisdom, myself managed to follow her slimy presence to her fortress. Myself have her location, and thus know where we shall launch our assault. As for her vow…" The blood-red dragon closed it's eyes and focused inside of itself, into that ever-present presence inside of itself. Then, with a sickening roar, it pushed out, manifesting a swirling purple mass of aether from a plane beyond the one they are currently on.
"What have you done?" Regin muttered aloud, unsure whether he thought or actually spoke out those words.
The blood-red dragon responded either way.
"Myself made a deal, O blue one. One that will solve ALL of our problems." A maniacal grin grew from it's face.
The evil dragon, Fafnir, once again got lost in his own reverie.