The Forging Dragon [Book 1]

7 ⚔️ Library

"So why don't we use guns to kill them?"

"Because a special metal is required to kill the dragons. So we can't afford to make bullets out of them. So we make medieval weapons. We are also given high-tech watches to identify dragons in the surroundings. And the glasses do the same but in 3D"

"Alright," Diato nodded once, "I got it"

"Now, let me show you your room" John softly thrust his palm against the metal table.

Diato looked at his wristwatch and realised that it had been an hour, and he had already finished his tasty ice cream mix. Diato found himself following Max again, staring at the back of his blonde hair, he realised, that he now had to live at the organization. It wasn't like he was going to miss his home. It wasn't fun at home either. He recalled, that the moment he heard about the Drayers Organization, He decided that he'd become a great and well-known Dragon Slayer, or say: Drayer.

In no time, they were at the door of Diato's room. He read the room number: B-201. Max's white fingers curled around the door knob. He twisted it open. A slight push and the door pushed itself open with a long screech followed by a crash at the wall behind the door. Max's fingers reached for the switch on the right. As he turned on the switch, he slid himself aside for Diato to have a clear look at his room.

"Have a good one" Max said before he left.

Diato shut the dark brown wooden door behind his back. He looked around inside the room. It wasn't too fancy but it wasn't too old school either. There was a single bed in the far right corner. The door he was standing at was at the bottom right corner of the room. He found a table at the far left corner, opposite the bed and another door beside the table; A purple tinted vertical window on the wall between the bed and the table. There was a cabinet on the bottom left corner of the room. Behind the other door was the washroom and bathroom combined. The washroom had a standard toilet and a shower with a bucket and a tumbler. Of course, there isn't a bathtub. He thought.

He found his bags on the floor and leapt on the bed. He slept under the purple moonlight that fell on his chest through the window glass. He knew that the people outside couldn't see him. They'd see their reflection, while he could see them, so he didn't feel the necessity to close the curtains. The thought of doing a mission the next morning, meeting a new and better, probably attractive team member: kept him awake. But he still managed to fall asleep, after throwing his T-shirt, jeans, and underwear on his bag. He was used to sleeping naked. He made sure he locked his door before he slept. He didn't want people staring at him at night when he might have thrown his blanket off himself. He pulled the white blanket to cover himself. And curled his knees up to his side as he let his eyelids automatically fall shut.

***

Diato went to a busy town street. Churchill hood. He roamed around in a black suit with a white shirt. He was wearing those specialized glasses and watches. As he sneaked past a dragon, he secretly stabbed him. He looked like a normal human except for his ears. They stood out and it helped Diato spot them.

But little did Diato know, he was about to be in danger. The dragon didn't hesitate to transform into a dragon. His shirt tore apart from his back as wings popped out and his pointy tail put a hole in the pants. His fingers seemed to seamlessly mix into his nails. The crowd around them started screaming, and everyone ran away from the dragon: terrified. Diato knew he had made a big mistake by missing the chance to kill him in one go.

Diato stood there, as he heard Max curse and swear on the Bluetooth communication device.

"What the fuck is wrong with you Diato! It was your first fucking mission and you fucking messed it up! You Cock Sucker, normal people are not supposed to see the Dragon! How will we erase the memories of this many people? Why do you think the organization is a secret? We don't want the military or police included in dragon hunting!"