Crossing the Border

The Folix has always been known for their gloomy air and ghost-like physique. In the past, when Han Zhong was a child, his grandfather used to say, the dark clan also had as many descendants as the light clan. The difference is that they are always gloomy and black. And the ghost images of Folix are always in the History Books of Grandpa Trixon 2nd.

In the books, the 2nd Dragon who guards the balance in the land of Newtra said, the Folix are the most intelligent followers of the Abyss—the clan of darkness. They are smart and skilled like deer. They are also very vile and submissive. If asked to kill, they will not hesitate to do so.

The Abysses themselves always intersect with the Eaven. People or creature who have the energy or light orbs and are the creation of the God of Light. And because of the imbalance between light and darkness—the God of Light created the most powerful Dragon Trixon to neutralize darkness in the land of Newtra. The descent of the dragons poses a threat to Folix.

Like a shield, if the Abyss had Folix, then the Eaven had Dragons.

And they all each have spells as well as anti-spells to break each other's energy or orbs. What the Abyss wanted all along was war. That's why the Bible of Darkness exists. From a thousand years ago, when the first Dragon Trixon was born, that was the first war the Abysses had waged.

They always wanted to rule the land of Newtra regardless of the lives of other creatures in this land. It was as if they had forgotten that they were also living beings. If elaborated further, Han Zhong was already halfway through the history of their ancestors and gods. Especially for this strange crystal thing. During the journey following Jing Lung in the lead, Han Zhong looked at the human settlements getting further and further away.

Suddenly, dealing with serious problems like this made him miss playing with friends.

Sitting on Finux's back, the female dragon glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. "Is something bothering you, Han Zhong?"

Han Zhong gasped. They had flown through the forest on the edge of the human valley border. Jing Lung and Gu Do were still jumping and flying as fast as ninjas above the trees.

"No.. Just thinking about plans later."

"What exactly are your plans, Han Zhong?" Finux's voice is so calm and gentle. The wind ruffled Han Zhong's long bangs at the sides of his temples. His silvery white hair was as beautiful as snow on Severe's peak.

"We have to find out who made the Shield of Light smelting crystal."

Flying over Finux allowed Han Zhong to think far. As far as the distance between sky and earth.

"Ah, the Shield of Light that the Folix smelted yesterday?"

"Yes."

The occasional flapping sound of Finux's wings brought a new atmosphere amidst the howling wind. They had crossed the river that bordered the valley of human settlement and the sacred Barewoods forest. Jing Lung and Gu Do were still jumping as if their strength hadn't run out yet. Dunno where to go, but Han Zhong had a hunch that they were heading south a bit.

"Folix will always find a way to penetrate our palace, Han Zhong. And naturally, it happened. You don't have to be gloomy."

"Actually, that's not what makes me sad. Finux, you know very well that I like to play with children in human settlements, right? Yesterday, when the baby we saved was returned to her home, the mother asked me to help erase the baby's memory because we have magical powers. And for them, it's a scary thing."

The howl of the wind spreads between the silence. Han Zhong's mind wandered to the times when he was playing with Kean and Fuji. Kean is the son of a fruit farmer near the residential garden. While Fuji is the son of a stone carver on the market. Han Zhong had been playing with them since he was five years old. When he first came down from the palace with Finux.

"Han Zhong," said Finux in his tactful tone, "you are such an honorable child of the dragon. I know it must be boring for you to understand the conditions but, you have to remember that in this world, there are limits. Humans live without magical powers. It was natural for them to find it difficult to accept such great power. Because they are very weak. Their lives are so peaceful in their own way. So if you feel sad about such a natural thing, you are wrong, Han Zhong."

Finux's form, which was smaller than Grandpa Trixon, seemed like an eagle that often lurked in the lonely Barewoods forest. It has a snout with two long barbels and golden-white scales. Its wings spread on both sides had scratches from the burns from fighting in the Dark War with Grandpa Trixon.

"Then why should they forget their fear like that? If they feel weak, shouldn't they find a way to defend themselves?"

Finux's eyes glanced at him from the corner of the eye again. Han Zhong was holding on to Finux's neck which was long and twice as big as a cobra.

"Han Zhong, you say that because you are only eight years old. Wait ten more years, then you'll understand why humans always want to forget things they don't like."

Han Zhong ignored Finux's words. It made him think, sometimes what good is it to grow up fast? He was just a dragon child who would later succeed Grandpa Trixon. There were so many lessons he had to learn about this world. About the universe and the gods who let this land always be ruled by the Abyss. Creatures of darkness and the whole war that is always planned.

Sometimes, Han Zhong thought, wouldn't it be great if the world only had Eaven beings and humans? They will never harm each other then all live in peace.

Wouldn't that be easier?

But Han Zhong knew, life as a dragon child would not be that easy.

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A week ago.

Han Zhong walked over with his Dragon Spear which he hid beside the body. The spear looked bigger than itself. And it always makes people interested to observe the spear. Even though Han Zhong didn't intend to attract people, but Grandpa said, he should take it as a form of protection.

Han Zhong's energy was still too weak to fight without a spear. Grandpa said, to become the strongest, he needed to meet fourteen points of light. And at that last point, he must enter the cosmic energy—the highest energy that almost touches the universe, connected with the God of Light. The dragons themselves have fifteen points of light. One last point is a point that no creature will ever reach.

Because at that point, the God of Light would be able to directly talk to him. Gave him advice and advice.

When Han Zhong walked to the riverbank to meet Kean at his residence on the edge of the settlement—​​far from the bustling city center, he found Kean—the boy dressed in ragged burlap, planting new seeds on the loosened soil.

"Kean!" shouted Han Zhong half running while placing his spear near a large tree at the edge of Kean's hut. The summoned turned, then from a distance he grinned and waved.

"Prince Dragon, won't your dragon mother scold you if you visit me often?"

Han Zhong smiled as he approached, "Unfortunately I don't have a mother, Kean."

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