A Bad Idea

Knight's wings started to radiate a bright light as his feathery wings slowly turned into steel like blades.

The man noticed the lion is going for the kill shot but he couldn't do anything because he himself was struggling to fight the youth before him.

"Blade Rain"

The dwarves heard the lion saying and thought it was kind of a spell however at that moment the lion flapped its wings in the direction of the black-robed men.

"Ahhhhh" the man heard of his comrade shout in pain and glanced at the scene, for a moment he stopped fighting and looked at the scene before the lion without fighting with Don.the gory scene made his heart tremble, last night he had drinks with his comrades laughed and ate together but now they were lying on the pool of their own blood.

Their bodies were mutilated by the lion's last attack, some of the men's arms were cleaved clean off by the blade feather as others had their legs cut off.it was a merciless massacre none of his comrades had a complete body to bury, the man could even see some heads rolling on the ground with eyes open.

"We just planned ta rob this freaks yeh " one of the dwarfs said in a husky voice seeing the bodies of the black-robed men.

On the other side behind the carriage, Uncle Dior was trying very hard not to throw up while Knight closed his wings and it turned to the usual feathery wings instead of steel blades. Just a thought of a time when he argued with Knight made him shiver in fear, he had seen his fair share of killing before but not a gruesome massacre like this, from the beginning to the end this was not a fight it was a massacre.

"It's time to end this" the man came back from the shock of seeing his comrades' death when he heard the youth speak. The anger within him erupted in an instance towards the youth and the Lion.

"I'm going to slice you into so many pieces, no no no I'm going to torture you then cut your flesh little by little " the man cursed angrily at Don and jumped back a few feet away to use his deadly attack.

"He's going for his last move"

A few meters away from the fight, the dwarves saw the magical fluctuations around the man skyrocketing and at the same time a huge knuckled fist shape appearing on top of his head.

"You are next! you filthy beast" the man shouted looking at the lion, the lion had a smirk on his face he couldn't understand why or he didn't care. He put all of his magical energy into the wind fist, his signature move the move gave him the name 'Wind Killer'.

Facing him, Don was a little surprised to see the quickness of the spell he used. It only took him a few seconds to conjure the spell yet Don was slightly disappointed at his opponent's killing move and shook his head.

The man couldn't hold his anger anymore seeing the youth before him didn't even try to run or hide, he just stood there and what made him angrier was that he shook his head like he was disappointed.the veins his face popped up as he punched towards Don just as the fist made of wind rushed towards Don.

The fist made a booming sound as the dust stones were forced aside and headed in the direction of Don, Uncle Dior partially covered his eyes to prevent the dust reaching into his eyes and the man stood there waiting for the fist to destroy the youth.

However, he didn't get the result he was expecting. He saw the youth standing there raising his hand towards the fist like he was ordering to stop and the wind fist did.

"How what?!"

The man's mind was a mess seeing his signature move the wind fist just stopped before the youth. He was unable to guess how he could control the spell he cast. He could still feel the control over his wind fist yet it's refusing to move forward like it was being stopped by a bigger force.

The wind fist started to move behind Don like a servant standing behind the boss which made the man cough up blood due to his overuse of magical energy on controlling the fist against Don.

The man realized he was running out of magical energy.

"Trying to use an Element spell before me, bad move idiot" Don calmly said and made the fist move towards the man using his battle energy. The man saw the fist getting bigger and bigger as it moved towards him, after a moment he finally looked up over his head and saw a giant knuckled fist forcing him to kneel against his wish. The fist top of his head was nothing like he cast it was gigantic.

He had already used half of his magical energy trying to control the fist and realized he's going to die as the anger within him turned into fear, fear of losing his life.

" No no you can't kill me I'm from the Ariel family " the man decided to use his family's power to negotiate.

" Boy if you leave me I'll forget about everything and I'll even give any price you ask "

The youth didn't say anything and a small glimmer of hope appeared in his mind.

"Jemma Ariel" the man's heart skipped a beat when he heard his little girl's name coming from this monster's mouth as his full mind went blank thinking about him meeting Jemma.

"Don't worry I'll send her to accompany you in hell"

"Nooooo" but the man's shout was overridden by a huge booming sound like something heavy suddenly dropped on the ground.

Seeing Don finished his enemy and the dust storm caused by the fist had been settled, Knight walked towards Don to see the place the man stood there a moment ago was turned into a crater.

"You really did a number on him Don " Knight complained but his face had an evil grin as Don turned back to notice Uncle Dior was busy with throwing up.

"Knight destroy the bodies " Don said to Knight then made his way towards the carriage that Uncle Dior was hiding behind.

The dwarves witnessed the whole fight looking at each other's face, they wanted to run away but their dwarven pride was holding them from doing so.

Eventually, Knight finished destroying the bodies by burning them from the face of the earth and joined Don to meet the dwarves with Uncle Dior.

"Stodmer it seems this be our last day yeh " one of the dwarfs said to the dwarf before him when he saw the youth and the Lion walking towards them.

The dwarves clutched tightly their rusty weapons to face two great masters and formed a four men defense formation.

"We don't go down wi'out a fight " the dwarf in front of the formation said.

Witnessing the courage and dumbness of the dwarves, Don understood why Uncle Dior said that they were hotblooded dumb beings. Don didn't say anything to the dwarves as he just removed his hood and revealed his mike face to them and Uncle Dior did the same.

Stodmer was shocked to see a half-elf accompanying a human and a magical beast but the shock was turned to enmity and hate toward the half-elf in a moment. He and the half-elf looked at each other like two old enemies meeting again, seeing Uncle Dior and the dwarf's staring contest Knight shook his head slightly and smiled.

"What are you doing?"

Knight asked both of them as the dwarf backed off from the staring contest and looked at Knight and Don with hostility.

"Relax, I'm not going to fight you " Don said yet the dwarves didn't seem to care.

"Lower your weapons idiots, how long it'll take for him to kill you if you fight"

Uncle Dior mocked the dwarves however deep in his heart he didn't want them to make the wrong move.

"Shut up ye elf bastard we be nae going ta trust a human" the dwarf behind stodmer shouted with anger and resentment towards the half-elf.

"Do you trust the Dragon King?" mere simple words came out of Don's mouth yet it made the dwarves look at him with shock and disbelief.

The mention of the name Dragon King created a ripple in stodmer's heart, the golden age of dwarves, the time the dwarves lived without worrying about food and shelter or hiding from the humans. To put simply, Under the rule of Dragon King they prospered. Of course, these were all the stories that stodmer heard from his ancestors when he was a child with his friends.

After so many years passed the world almost forgot about the Dragon King but not them, he was a king who can be compared to the gods to the dwarves.

Don could see the dwarves were still in shock.

"The Dragon King asked me to look after his people that's why I'm here " Don said looking at Stodmer because Don knew he was the group leader as well as the most struggling when they heard the name, Dragon King.

Even though Stodmer heard all the stories about the legendary Dragon King he couldn't believe the human before him saying that he was asked by the Dragon King himself to look after them.

"Do ye take us for fools human? tha dragon king died long ago" Stodmer said but before he could say any more the ring on the human's hands began to shine.

Don knew he had to prove that he's a real deal who really met the Dragon King so before he leaves the castle he asked Catalie about having anything to convince the dwarves. Like Don thought the little girl had met with the dwarves long ago and told Don to bring up some dwarven creations that only the Dragon King possessed.

Stodmer was unable to tell what the youth's doing as some things started to float towards him and his friends. The first thing Stodmer saw was a small circular object with some engraving on it however when he looked at it closely his eyes went wide in surprise and shock.

"This this be Khal" but before he could come back from the shock another object made him tremble further.

"Craytine it's a craytine dagger" the dagger was pure silver in color and anyone could see the sharpness of it just by looking at it.

Stodmer couldn't hold his hands but take the items in his hands, he was shivering, excitement thrill joy everything he never felt till now emerged in his heart. He was not the only one; his friends beside him almost broke the defense as they looked at the items in his hands, one of them even had a tear flowing through his eyes.

Finally, Don took out the picture of Dragon King and some bulky dwarves standing together that Catalie gave him and sent it floating towards the shivering dwarves.

At the moment Stodmer saw the picture he dropped his rusty axe and knelt on the ground without any control of his body. The happy faces of his ancestors beside the Dragon King made his eyes watery and seeing the dragon king himself was a dwarf in a real picture made Stodmer feel ashamed of himself and be proud of being a dwarf-like the Dragon King at the same time.

Despite the enmity towards the dwarves he felt as an elf, Uncle Dior felt sympathy for the dwarves before him when he saw the always happy dumb hotblooded dwarves actually showing their vulnerable side. He knew once-proud races like dwarves, elves and all the other races now had no reason to be proud, they lost everything to the human's their dignity, their lands everything, Uncle Dior himself would be turned into a slave if it wasn't for Don.

"Is it true elf?" Stodmer finally turned his gaze away from the picture and asked Uncle Dior, even though dwarves hated the elves' stodmer still trusted the elves more than a human. He knew the elves were no different than the dwarves, the wrongdoings of the humans were the same to all the races.

"Yes it's all true, Don is the successor of the Dragon King" Uncle Dior pointed his finger at Don while he said.

"Successor?" Stodmer and his group couldn't believe the Dragon King would choose a human to be his successor but witnessing the power he showed them before in the battle with a great master they had a small idea about why the dragon king chose him yet their hearts still had some doubts.

Don knew he couldn't make the dwarves believe him completely with those items but they will when they see the castle and the projection of the Dragon King that Catalie recorded.

"Where's the rest of your people?" Don calmly asked Stodmer, despite being unable to trust the human completely, Stodmer couldn't find any ill intent in Don's voice towards his people and more than that they are already facing a very dreadful situation.