The Dragon's Nest || DNF fanfic

The meeting

A/N: hi! this story is originally posted on ao3 but someone requested for me to have it available on wattpad so here i am...if youre curious, my ao3 user is the same as here! so is my tiktok (:

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A low growl came from deep within the drake's stomach, attempting to warn George of it's fierce gruesomeness. However, the hunter was unafraid. He was, in fact, enraged like the hottest pit of lava in the Nether. The drake had gone and killed his platoon, tearing them down until they were nothing but a pile of bloody muscle and crushed bones. George was used to the sight of gore, having witnessed multiple similar sights before.

Pulling back his arrow dipped in a lethal dragon poison, George lined up his shot with a steady breath as he always did. The drake knew what he was about to do and took on the same stance as it did when it mowed through his platoon.

The arrows from the now dead archers didn't pierce its weak point located right under its eye where a bit of its unarmored skin was. George didn't wait for it to charge at him to unleash the arrow, immediately running back in the covers of the large trees that took effort for even the drake to crash through. It let out a painful screech, charging forward where George hid, hitting the tree with a loud crack from its bark splitting. It continued to bash into the tree, knowing George was behind it, causing the tired human to dive behind another tree. That was a mistake.

Before George could land behind the safety of the tree, the drake swiftly switched from battering against the tree to ramming its head into George. One of the seemingly thousands of miniature spikes as big as a large amanita mushroom, which is about eight inches, shallowly pierced his stomach down to his left knee in spaced out puncture wounds. The impact wasn't immediately fatal, but with about seven open wounds, he would bleed out in no time.

He paid no mind to the drake that screeched again and collapsed, breathing heavily as the poison began to immobilize it, mainly out of focusing on his own pain. George dug through his bag but found nothing that would stop his bleeding. He ripped the shirt off his back and tried to push pressure on the wounds but he only had two hands, he couldn't cover seven wounds.

In a heavy breath of his own, George collapsed and began to feel lightheaded as his world began to spin. He cursed the drake, who weakly growled back in response. Slowly, both he and the drake lost consciousness.

The chirping of a bird rang in his ears. When the bird stopped it's singing, a whistle that mirrored the song replied. When the whistling stopped, the chirping began. When the chirping stopped, the whistling began.

When the whistling reached a wrong note, the bird chirped loudly. "Hey, no, that's how you did it." The chirping was relentless as the soft voice of the man continued, "No, you're wrong, and I'm right. Another round. Don't throw a fit only because you're losing, Para. I'll start."

The bird tweeted out in protest, the man wheezes quietly, "Oh, come on. You called it out wrong, I did the exact whistle you did."

With a raspy voice, George decided to speak up, "You're wrong."

The bird shrieked in surprise as George finally opened his eyes in a squint, looking in the direction of the man and his bird. He sat up with a wince, "I think I heard you hit a wrong note, pal."

The bird, one that George noted as a parakeet, chirped triumphantly, causing the man whose back was towards George to slump in his seat, "Really?"

The man reached over for something, a mask, and tied it on. He turned around in his seat to look at George. Something about that man was off (he had the same feeling with the parakeet as well), and it wasn't the lowkey creepy mask he wore, "Nice to see that you've woken up! Are you hungry? Thirsty? Para, go fetch Patches, tell her to drag the cart over. I can't leave this little creature by itself."