Watching The Dragon's Candidate

Chapter 3: DC 2

Dragon's Candidate Chapter 2

The gazing starlight above shot through the surface of the sky and shone across the sea of moving smoke below. The freezing icicles staunchly coursed through the air; freely swimming above the clouds as the colder air of the upper hemisphere kept its famous freezing temperature.

"I hadn't actually seen everything from up here before..."

A young man with a shrill voice uttered loudly, his entire body clasped in winter wear for the weather he knew he would be facing above the clouds. The young man looked cold even with all of his clothes being made to keep him warm. Shrill his voice was, the man hoped he would at least get an answer from his gigantic old friend.

"..."

The sounds of giant flaps of the crystallized wings that propelled them was the only voice he received for his troubles.

"You know... You shouldn't just ignore somebody who is literally riding on your neck." The youth shivered as he spoke yet still tried to sound somewhat less amused with the glorified entity that chose to remain silent of the human's words.

"..."

"Okay... This is actually getting boring, man." The man huffed out as he tried to travel through the mountain of moving shells and standing spikes made out of the hardest crystallized dragon scale in all of existence.

"These things probably make you feel all warm and cozy up here in space, huh?" As the young man struggled to climb through the dense spots on his companion's back,almost falling over which would've resulted in a long drop down from heaven's door towards either a hardened ground or a raging sea depth waiting to swallow him. Which was waiting beneath the clouds, he didn't care.

The human was too annoyed with the god's silence at the moment.

400 hundred years since they last saw one another... Since they fought one another... Since Jack was captured by someone he considered a father for so long. Someone who he loved and cherished for a long time yet was forced to betray for his foolishness.

Someone that had captured and banished Jack into the depths to rot without a second fucking glance just to satisfy the 'rules'.

"So you... Really won't speak with me about... Anything?" Jack shivered in his coat as the rushing wind increased upon him because the dragon's flaps grew tenser and faster.

The tired man simply looked at the few small grips he had on the dragon's scales... He couldn't help but let a few tears slip by. Had his mental state been in a better mood, he would've thought these salty tears would freeze right on his cheek from how cold and tense the air up here was.

A few moments of flying through the air, the troubled human finally got a mental reply, as the dragon he was flying on telepathically acknowledged him with a few words.

"I don't have anything to say to you, Jack Winston."

Tone dead, mysteries, foreboding, and dismissive of the boy, The dragon simply flew into a massive black cloud and dispersed it with no trouble with a small whiff of air.

Jack's hands tightened on the rough scale mountain on the dragon's back, his teeth shattering together but not because of the cold weather up here... It was because of his deeply rooted hatred he felt for the way this holy entity treated him. As if he was scum that didn't deserve a single word of conversation to make him feel acknowledged.

"That would be a correct assessment of what you are. I agree wholeheartedly."

Without hesitating, the ruthless gravel filled voice of the dragon sounded in the man's mind and gave an answer that was aimed to break him.