-Huhh...
Dran woke up on a bed. His hand was put in proper bandages. The bed was oddly soft but the room was only just a little bigger, still the same small hole in the wall for light to come in. And the figure was on a chair nearby, seemed to have been watching him unconcious entire time.
-Look who's awake, my boy.
Dran just tilted his head toward the voice, he did not move much than sat up from the bed.
-It's alright. Your hand seems injured so I patched up for you. Big tough guy like you are fine with those, but leave them for long and they become trouble.
It was quiet. Dran did not really move much than just sat on the bed as like he knew none of his other movement would do much. All his armours were ripped off... and nicely placed on a mannequin. He was just shirtless with a short on him.
-Don't worry, we mean you no harm. It is strange for me to even sit down and have a talk after everything happened and you seemed to be the one left here.
-So, what the deal here?
-Hypnoizing seems to not work very well on you. Though I just feel like to keep trying like this... it felt wrong.
-Not work? I thought it would not take a lot of effort for a guy like me at all. Could you try that again?
The figure was surprised, much so they stood up as like they were in a slight shock, unsure how would they even react with their movement.
-You... you... what?!
Dran remained calm, he sat still on the bed and only then he noticed his entire body were not held in place by anything. He looked straight at the figure.
-I... uhh... what are you even saying?! You... you let me just do it and not even afraid about being hypnotized?
Dran gave a long sigh, he held his wounded hand and softly rubbed it. He then swiped his hand over his head, slow but as like he was just brushing his face.
-It's okay, I'm used to the plot that I have to deal with and I hate creating complication for people like you. I could just stand up and try fight you, perhap your last resort is try doing that on me and it could work and things go wrong on my end, blah blah blah.
-This...
The figure was struggling and not even understanding Dran's behaviour. They were both in shock and confused.
-Am I being too submissive and generous? Here let me sit down with you.
Dran stood up, put the figure back down on the chair softly and sat at the edge of the bed.
-I had been manupilated, I had been mind-controlled, I had been harassed by violence. They were all hopeless and any attempt fighting back just won't cut it. Not that I'm here using words and behaviours to get around you. It's that I don't feel like trying to fend for myself. You are pretty fast and could get out of the way easily so I don't think even a punch of mine right now would hit you.
The figure just sat there, in silent, and was listening to Dran's speech with focus.
-I hate to be lecturing people sometimes. Not that I'm telling you to be a good person either. Hoping I could read you cause I could do so but you seem to have absorbed some hypnotic power and that thing stopped me from reading exactly what you are thinking. But that won't stop me from just knowing you are just another of those people who were rejected from a town and now becoming a robbery to hoard on food and money and make living for life. This is reality and it's rough.
The figure just suddenly started to cry, as like DranGon had hit their pain they held in as well. The excitement of being understood and empathized their struggle was undescribable for them. Dran stood up and held them against his belly and softly patted. He pulled down the hood to pat easier. This figure was a cobra, though looked extremely familiar with the hood taken off.
Dran wanted to say something but he was still holding the figure deep into his belly. He held them onto the bed and let them sit on the bed with him. Slowly they started to smooth out and had a deep look at DranGon, a clear look at his eyes.
-Now those eyes...
Dran tried to look deep into those eyes...
-Yes, I know you. I know exactly who you are and where it got you here.
They were in another continous shock and said:
-And you are... DranGon?!
-You got me good, and you are Krayjer. We have met you before from another land for the trading of Dragonland.
They were excited, jumped deeper into Dran's chest and Dran could not just resist to hold them a bit more.
-Oh goodness me I'm so glad someone recognized me at all. Well... I guess it's my turn to tell you...
"It was one day we came for the trading, something you all don't have a lot which was wood. We had a lot coming up but shocked to see the whole island in burden and abandoned. We dearly missed you standing on one of the tower just waving at us everytime we arrived. After all that, we just could not trade any of our woodwork for anyone else and everyone else kept refusing our woodwork. Running low on food, our town began to become a chaos, people fighting for their life just to get some food. I was there... and I was alone, everything I knew was gone, not even anyone who would recognize me. To use my own power of hypnotize, perhap I could trapped some stray people for recruit and together maybe we build ourself a new home, a new town and as we struggle on food, robbery was our only option."
Dran sat there and got everything clear. He stood up and looked around, looked through the hole and the sky outside was bright. He then turned back in at Krayjer and asked:
-This is really weird but... could you please just try hypnotizing me again?
-But I don't want you to lose yourself... why would you ask for that?
-I just need to know why you said you couldn't. And being on my own adventure is all about knowing things to experience, especially with opponents know things we don't.
They came closer, a dead look into Dran's eyes and said:
-Well, here goes nothing...
And they started it. The swirl in the eyes, bright red glow. Dran's mind seemed to be fighting it but he just eventually had it all shut down. It was dizzy and suddenly lost all control of his own body. Even then his own mind seemed to be lost...
