Taming the Ruthless Dragon

Daira's POV

My mother had told us of stories about it.

The land of the dragons.

Where tribal wars were prevalent. Where peace was as slippery as my pet snail in the pond. For in every moment of the day, there will always come the wreckage of the five dragons. Fire for fire. With all their eyes on one price-a Pike.

"A pike?" I asked my mother. "But we have so many here. We can give each of the dragons the pikes. Why fight for it?"

Yeah, I was young by then. Only in the most tender age of six where I recalled my mother saying with a smile.

"Oh sweety, this pike which lies in the bottom pit of a frightening mountain of the demon, is the one weapon which can give the dragon the power to rule not just the whole Rahu but also the Ketu."

"Ketu? Aren't we in Ketu, mom?" I asked.

"Yes. Yes. We are." My mother caressed my hair and kissed my temple. "But in Ketu, we have your dad, Ghaddar Hinn Drakon, the blue fire breathing dragon to guard us all."

"I never saw dad turn into one." I pouted.

"He didn't since a long time ago. Only I was the last one to witness it." my mother mused with eyes glittering in love to my father.

"So if daddy is the dragon, those dragons wont come here, right?" I asked again still staring at the book I held in the lap. Then mother pointed a dragon with dark red staining its forehead.

"Among the five dragons, this one rules when it comes to matchless prowess and strength. He's called the Vetrik Jihn Drakon, your dad's enemy since ancient days. There was much destruction when they once fought in the black days, the first year of Earth's birth."

"But dad won, right?" I asked.

My mother hugged me tenderly and kissed my forehead. "Your dad is strong. But careful as we are, we should be watchful of the shaking of the grounds for it will soon come. The gathering."

"What's that?"

"There shall be ruins and devastation coming in the Rahu in the gathering of the dragons again." Mother said with sadness on her face.

"Do you feel bad for the dragons?" I asked.

Daeira, my mother shook her head. "No, my love, Daira. My heart reaches out to those people living in that forsaken land."

"People?" I tilted my head in confusion. "Are there people living in the lands of those dragons?"

"There are. We wanted to help them. Your dad had been looking for some way he can get them out there but Ketu people can't enter Rahu."

Ketu people can't enter Rahu.

I came from Ketu Placidus which father renamed as Agartha. Home of all magical species. We live in harmony in the modern civilization where our technologies in there excelled so much.

So I didn't really expect it.

That I would end up waking up in that strange land, amidst the devastation of those dragons where the skies smeared of hot fires and dark smoke. There on the ground where I lay together with the dead bodies, I was in a coma while my eyes weakly roamed around.

It was loud and the clanging of metals filled my ears. Cries of pain, in anger as well as losses, resonated the air but the battle continued still.

I winced and tried moving my hands to my ears when an ugly and loud growl could be heard everywhere followed by a shaking of the ground.

" Kill the beast!" Shouted of a man that came from my left before a volley of arrows and spears flew to my right direction. Those weapons were too many to count for my entertainment since it seemed to be that I'll wait for my death right there. My head moved to the right when after those volleys came a loud bellyache from a beast in there. A dragon.

The one my mother told about in the story.

Seeing the diamond graffiti written in dark red liquid on its temple, I know it was that dragon. The vetrik Jihn drakon. Its chest began to appear red as if the beast swallowed tons of coals on its throat. Its eyes glowed dark while its huge snout began to open in what seemed to be a preparation to release something.

"Archers! Fire!!! Don't let it blast inferno!" again, the man screamed as another thousands of arrows pierced the particles in the atmosphere. But those weapons are futile in the dragon's dark fire. Haven't this people know that this beast's mere breath could melt the strongest armors? No, these people will die as the dragon's unpierced scales had those sharp objects slid off the ground.

The coal on the dragon's chest became more redder and redder like that of the newly spit lava from a volcano. Any minute, death shall be inevitable. There shall be silence from all war cries. I want a moment of peace but not one cause after desolation. So with all my strength, I rolled to my side, pushed myself into a seat. I grunted when pain shot through my waist, bloods pooled out richly from there and a hot fluid had encased both of my cheeks and it wasn't of tears, because when it reached my mouth, it taste like of copper rather than salty fluid. But despite the pain that shot in every part of my body, I made it to my feet, barely noticing that I was only on my black dress with no armor and my long dark hair stretched loosely to my waist.

It was too loud everywhere. When I looked behind me,I was greeted with thousands of concourses of people in armors and in all kinds of manner of weapons of war against one beast, so gigantic that its mere stomp in the ground created turbulence in the ground and the flapping of its dark wings can give birth to a hurricane. My hair flew to the foul smell that the dragon's wings gave. And I saw it was coming, the fire will end them all.