Back to Human World!

The youthful dragon, nestled in the carefree whims of her existence, relished the label of being deemed a 'useless young dragon'. For her, life was unburdened by the necessities such as food or shelter. Her mornings were spent gleefully tossing a frisbee with her loyal companion Marly. Afternoons unfolded lazily as she lounged atop her friend Turtle, diving deep into ancient texts once possessed by a Evil dragon.

As the sun dipped into the horizon, Turtle would glide seamlessly into the ocean's embrace. Atop her sturdy shell, the dragon sipped on black tea or fruit wine, sometimes even daring to indulge in coffee, though it risked her sleep. She reciprocated Turtle's companionship by tending to her needs: scrubbing her shell, offering her fresh fruits and vegetables, and occasionally roasting a leg of meat.

Celebrations like Turtles birthday were marked with homemade cakes, adding joy to their simple lives. When island life grew monotonous, the malevolent dragon whisked her away to the human realm for brief escapades. Here, she would gather human delicacies to delight Marley and Turtle upon her return.

Thoughts of returning to rule the Farolland Empire lingered, preferably she would reclaim her throne. If not, she conceded to remain the 'useless young dragon' of the island, a life only modestly less appealing than that of an emperor. This existence promised care until her end, though she pondered the oddity of outliving a dragon who intended to care for her indefinitely.

This 'perfect' life also held a fantastical future where, upon her demise, she'd assume the mantle of the god of death. She envisioned haunting the capital of the Farolland Empire, eventually guiding her detested royal sister into the afterlife to serve as her minion.

However, her musings were abruptly shattered by a sharp pain, a punishment from the dragon for her outspokenness. Despite assurances of open communication, her boldness had earned her a beating. With a throbbing head, she fled, pursued by the infuriated dragon. Accusations flew as he lamented her unwillingness to care for him in his old age, while she dreamt of being cared for in hers.

Amidst the chaos, Marly sided with the elder dragon, brandishing a stick as a symbol of allegiance and aggravating her distress further. With teeth gritted in anger, she resolved that when she ascended to the throne of the Farolland Empire, she would ensure that Eva cursed this treacherous dog.

Thus, the dream of a seemingly idyllic but ultimately 'useless' life crumbled, leaving the young dragon to confront the complexities of destiny and power.

In the sultry afternoon heat, I resumed my task of training with, the turtle. After our session, I quenched my thirst with a bitter concoction prepared by the sinister dragon, Lance. Lance, meticulous in his preparations, mentioned that after drinking this peculiar potion, he planned to bathe in the sea to enhance its effects. He advised that I get used to the gravity source energy sticker that now adorned my wings, hinting that it would be a permanent addition to aid my flight.

"This enhancement is essential," Lance explained, his voice echoing in the cavern. "With the gravity source energy sticker, your wings will adapt to carry its weight, essential for our upcoming journey to the human world."

I pondered this new burden with trepidation. "Will this not wear me out completely when we visit the human world the day after tomorrow?" I worried aloud, noting the date in my diary, June 29, 3455, of the Black Dragon Calendar.

My once idle dream of living a carefree life as a useless young dragon seemed ever more distant now. Instead, a new chapter of rigorous training awaited me, learning to navigate the skies with the added weight of the gravity source energy sticker.

As night fell, Lance busied himself with further preparations for our trip. From my spot, I observed him shrink his massive form and don the attire of a human scientist, a white coat and a mask covering his snout.

"Very professional," I remarked sarcastically, half in awe, half in jest.

Lance was concocting a shrinking potion. "This one's not for you yet, Lucia. Your dragon form would still appear gigantic to humans," he said as he mixed ingredients with a practiced hand. He promised to prepare a smaller dose that would reduce my form to about a meter in height, more manageable for our covert activities in the human realm.

Lance needed no such potion for himself. Whether in human guise or another mystical form, he moved among humans undetected.

The process of creating these extraordinary potions was a spectacle in itself. Each mixture of differing ingredients resulted in brief, brilliant bursts of light, magical, even to my jaded eyes. It was my first time witnessing such alchemy, and each flash of light filled me with a mix of dread and wonder.

Lance had two types of remedies on hand: the liquid potions he was currently brewing and a set of pills, each sealed within a wooden box marked with distinct symbols. He warned that the pills were experimental; their effects, although potent, carried uncertain risks.

"The one with the lightning bolt can harness the power of thunder for a couple of hours," Lance explained, handling the box with care. "But the exact duration and side effects are unpredictable."

He then pointed to another box adorned with a snowflake. "This one can manipulate ice and snow. Useful, but equally unstable."

As the night deepened and Lance continued his meticulous work, I lay there, pondering the upcoming adventures and the burdens of newfound responsibilities. The journey ahead promised not only the thrill of the unknown but also the weight of mastering these formidable powers.

Upon consuming, the pills could exert their influence for a duration ranging from slightly over an hour to under three hours.

"Be cautious," Lance warned, holding a pill between his clawed fingers. "For ordinary folk, this could be lethal, freezing them solid. Even those with extraordinary abilities might find themselves immobilized for several days. And there are other effects we've yet to fully understand."

The array of pills in Lance's collection were all of a potent nature. "These are not for the faint of heart or the ordinary. Misuse could lead to dire consequences."

Lucia, having observed the preparations, surmised a clear distinction in their potency. "The concoctions you brew are mild in their magic, Lance, but these pills, they're fierce and unyielding. It's best we reserve them for truly desperate measures."

"Alright, all preparations for our venture into the human world are complete," Lance announced, a note of finality in his voice. "Now, let's practice the longevity exercises. We should retire early tonight and rise with the dawn to continue."

Lucia merely nodded, her mind weary from the day's revelations.

After their evening rituals, Lucia nestled into her sleeping quarters, her body and mind fatigued. "I hope to sleep undisturbed tonight, free from visions of Lance or his daunting tasks," she thought, yearning for a peaceful rest.

Before drifting off, she mused aloud to Lance, "Soon, we'll step into your realm among humans. Will there be time to explore your dominions there?"

"We'll see," Lance replied, his focus already shifting to the tasks ahead.

"And the handsome knight guarding your lands? Don't you miss that sight?" she teased, trying to lighten the mood.

Lance chuckled softly. "Tempting, but no. Such distractions are a luxury we can't afford."

"So, we fly to the human world directly?" Lucia confirmed, seeking clarity on their plan.

"Indeed. The portal lacks coordinates to Lionheart City, so we must take the longer route by wing. Once there, if we need to return quickly, we can use the portal."

Understanding the plan, Lucia finally surrendered to sleep, her dreams soon filled with the vast skies and distant cities.

The days that followed were grueling. They flew tirelessly toward Lionheart City in the Nord Kingdom, pushing the limits of their endurance. Each day brought new aches and exhaustion, but Lance's guidance ensured Lucia's survival.

Finally, on July 8, they arrived at Lionheart City. Lucia's heart lifted at the sight of the bustling city and its miniature inhabitants. "They're just as adorable as I imagined!" she exclaimed.

That evening, amidst her fatigue and newfound wonder, Lance revealed another surprise by transforming into a human right before her eyes. His new form was unexpectedly charming, adding a whimsical touch to their extraordinary adventure.

"Remarkable, isn't it?" Lance said, almost playfully. "Now, let's celebrate our arrival. Perhaps we can even find a large watermelon to sate your homesickness."

Indeed, the day was one for the history books, a blend of magical achievements and personal milestones on their journey into the unknown.