CHAPTER 6: CONTACT

"Is that a fucking dwarf?"....

Following the trailing of Drago's last sentence, a strange silence fell between all parties involved, at that was until,

"BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.....oyy look look, he's so fucking tiny..." Apollo burst out laughing, what he found funny no one could understand,

"Hey hey, can we keep him, I mean he looks ugly and way too macho, but still he'd make a good don't you think", appearing beside the unreactive dwarf he started babbling...

Veins bulging on his head, one could see the visible irritation on the face of the dwarf, but how could he not be irritated, I mean, calling him short is one thing, but ugly and a pet? A FUCKING PET!???, granted dwarves aren't one of the more powerful races but, still, even a stone would get annoyed at the blatant disregard, so not minding if he was going to potential offend the 'gods' who saved him, he exclaimed, "Oyyyy, don't be talking to me like I'm a bloke, ight mate, I'm telling ya, I may not be the strongest but I won't go down without a fight"...

Tilting their heads in confusion, White couldn't help but ask "Why's he sounding Irish, what's with the accent? thought only leprechauns and what not we're Irish according to all those fantasy shii"..

"Well according that movie where they were looking for rings and whatnot, dwarves were indeed Irish sounding I think?", Drago replied, not sure himself, seeing as he was not much of movie/series lover himself...

Shrugging White said, "apologies for how my brother acted, he meant no disrespect, he's just a little brash and willful" "OYYYY!"

Ignoring Apollo's protests White continued "we just weren't expecting to meet anyone so soon, seeing as we've been searching the surrounding areas for a while now, much less said acquaintance being... someone of your unique stature"..

noticing the pause between statements, the dwarf could well understand what happened but before he could complain, Drago lost patience,

"Alright alright, whatever, everyone's sorry everyone's happy, who are you?", it would seem Apollo wasn't the only one with a short temper, "sigh~" sighing the dwarf straightened his posture and replied "this one here be called Edward, If my ask what Milord's are called" the dwarf, Edward, asked...

"Milord" "What?" "The Fuck?"

The three siblings asked simultaneously...

rubbing his brows Edward continued "seeing as Milords' powers are devastating, I assumed you was the gods of this world, so due respect is an order"

sharing a look of astonishment, then, realization..."BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA..." they laughed "said 'milords' are gods' oh please, don't compare me with that race of inferior wannabees that are only allowed to exist because their existence is required to propel me to a higher realm" Drago replied in a voice dripping in contempt and disdain, like being called "god" was an insult, which left the clueless dwarf, confused..

seeing his expression White said "don't mind my brother, he has..... Issues..." "Oyyy", ignoring Drago "well, Edward we aren't any gods..." "yea I'm beyond those posers" Drago scoffed, acting oblivious "heck we aren't even level 10 yet, so calling us "gods" is exaggerated, plus I'm sure, if there were gods on this planet, then they'd probably have their records reorganized, so it's still free for all with a select few that have an overwhelming advantage, we are part of that few, so no need to be so stiff"

Hearing this reply, Edward was anything but satisfied, in fact he was more confused that anything.. How could someone of such a "low level" cause destruction of such appalling proportions, and, from what he could glean from his memories, only races, such as the arch-dragons, the ancient gods, the divine dragons, the ancient phoenixes, The arch-humans, the Angel race, the high demons, the chimeras, the devil race, the high elves, The null elementals.... and the various powerful races had such overwhelming advantages early on, with only a high null elemental, a true divine dragon, or an arch-dragon being able to cause a destruction of such proportions easily, but there's no way he'd meet such a high level race this easily right? a race one can only encounter by exhausting all the luck of their lives due to how rare they are Right?

RIGHT!?

don't look at him like he's crazy, it's impossible.. RIGHHHT!???

looking at the three men again, his eyes widened in total disbelief as he realized that the man with multicolor, gravity defying hair, looked like what was described indeed to be a high null elemental.. and the rash fellow by his side... wait.. when did he move?

As realization dawned on him, he swiftly kneeled " forgive my incompetence Lords, I wasn't aware of your identity and have committed a great atrocity"

Seeing their confused expressions he continued " let me reintroduce myself, I am Edward Olaf of the Elder dwarven race, I live to serve my Lords of the true divine dragons"

'ahh!! it would seem, there's a connection between the Elder dwarves and the dragon race, no wonder Apollo didn't acted disgusted like usual'

both White and Drago though in unison...

"You may rise" Apollo said with a smug look on his, now in his human form, he looked to truly need a beating...

As he rose slowly, all the playfulness in his gaze gone, Edward looked towards the three with utter awe and respect, tho he had no idea of what race the man with the golden hair was from, the fact that he could be brothers with a High null elemental and a True divine dragon spoke volumes alone, because a dragon would never mix with someone weaker, much share a bond such as brotherhood,

But before the conversation could go further, "Here I found the source of the explosion"

A group of three appeared, all three men had one similarity the wings on their backs, tho of varying colors, still stood out glaringly

"who the hell are you" looking at us condescendingly, the man in the middle who seemed to be leader asked, "And what are you doing to with that dwarf"...