Wings of Fire: A Human in a Dragonet's Prophecy.

Rest is for the Weak (Chapter 15)

Y/N's consciousness was jarred as he was snapped into reality. His body suddenly felt numb, and he struggled to spit out something that tasted like seawater, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth.

"Oh gross. What is this stuff?" Y/N spat, finding that he was covered head to toe in bitter-smelling greenish goop. He tried rubbing the mushy paste off, but it seemed to cover his whole body, as if someone had dumped an entire tub full of the greenish paste all over him.

After much effort to wipe away some of the gloop, he noticed something odd, rubbing his fingers together.

"My hand is numb," Y/N realized as he wiped away the greenish goop. Upon further inspection of the goop, he found that the cuts and bruises he rubbed over did not hurt despite him roughly running over them as he gradually scrubbed away the remaining goop. To Y/N's thoughts, the greenish goop acted like a sort of numbing medication, leaving wherever it touched numb and cool.

He was confused about where the goop had come from, but he was also appreciative of the green ointment, especially after he felt a light pain in his recently torn wing, which Orca's enchanted statue had nearly ripped out of his back.

After Y/N washed away the remaining goop, he took a couple of sips of water from a clean-looking water puddle, driving out the bitter taste of the remaining ointment and seawater that had remained in his mouth. After a quick cleanup, he looked around the room, finding again that he was in another side cavern area similar to the one where he was held captive before. "I must be back at the Summer Palace then," Y/N surmised, looking over the familiar stone floors and walls that looked well carved despite the extensive space.

The next thing Y/N noticed, or rather his stomach noticed, was a large dead fish that sat not only a few feet away. "Not my first choice, but I can work with this," Y/N thought, his stomach leading him onward.

During his travels with the dragonets, he had mainly eaten fruits or any other vegetables the dragonets found. He naturally stayed away from the animals that the dragonets had brought back, only once taking a piece of meat that he had Sunny "cook" for him.

"I don't think I'll get used to them eating," Y/N shivered, remembering the sounds he had endured as they ate. "But for now, we shall make the finest fish cuisine!" Y/N said, putting on a slight accent as his arm glowed lightly.

The fish began to heat, and moisture steamed as Y/N focused on the fish, only taking his clawed hand away as the fish was cooked to a perfect brown. "IT IS MAGNIFIQUE," Y/N declared, about to dive into the now delectable meal when he froze, his body flexing in uncontrolled spasms and cramps.

Y/N couldn't even manage to move his mouth in shock as his entire body burned, his muscles locking up as if they were on the edge of being torn in two. His heart seemed to palpitate, and his lungs screamed at him to breathe, Y/N's mind swaying as the symphony of pain and his body stress hit him, his eyes watering as they were unable to blink, his entire body now on lockdown.

Just as Y/N began contemplating that this was how he would go out, he could move. Y/N wanted to drop to the floor but kept his balance long enough to avoid landing on his now-cooked meal. "Not cool." Y/N gasped, breathing heavily as he laid down.

Y/N knew he shouldn't be using his animus magic after necklace dragon's warning, but his appetite had overruled his caution. "Plus it ended up just fine," Y/N chewed, taking a bite of the fish he had cut away with one of his almost knife-like talon fingers.

"That's the stuff..." Y/N groaned, lying back as he finished his meal. The fish was rather bland and mildly hard to eat, but it was satiating and helped warm him up from the cool stone and chill air.