Trapped in Another World With No Magic

Chapter 129: A Lullaby for a Titan

Scales that contain noticeable amounts of sharmelkolle, the strongest metal known to the world of Zenkon, faintly glow in response to mana around them. Teeth nearly as long as a human forearm hang imposingly like deadly spears in the air as a chaotic wind passes between them. Muscles that can crumble stone loosen and tighten in small motions as a great creature lies in ready to retaliate.

Daniel's heart is racing. He is but an average human from Earth, where the only living dragons are a species of monitor lizard serving as a perfect example of island gigantism.

The humble mechanic has experienced a great deal of incredible things since he was spontaneously spirited away to the world of Zenkon, not least of which was the magical transportation itself. He has the imagination and presence of mind to roll with the punches, thanks to his combined life experiences. The moment it sank in that he was in another world, he had to start accepting everything he sees as what it is, no matter how unbelievable it would be on Earth.

And, like the first time Daniel saw a fish larger than himself while scuba diving, seeing the majestic draconid known as Yaulwembor up close is stunning. He feels absolutely tiny compared to her head alone, and her massive, piercing gaze follows every movement of his, hypnotized by her own fear. Daniel is incomprehensible to the Faormyr because he is able to wound her, even with magic, and she can't instinctively copy the 'spell' he's using. Sentient races are able to understand -eventually- that it is a weapon evolved a long way from the humble bow and arrow, and given how intelligent Yaulwembor appears to be, she might be able to understand it if specifically shown.

The human Emperor can barely hear his own words as he tries to communicate with the ancient archfiend of Mattarglos. "Nod like this if you understand me. Yes? Do you understand my words?" He is still cautiously stepping closer, but Yaulwembor's gaze doesn't change, other than she cocks her head a little. Her eyes tilt briefly to glance behind him, but then return to him just as quickly. She tenses a little, and Daniel comes to a stop, keeping his hands visible.

"It's alright, it's alright. Let's just stay calm." His voice is wavering, but he's doing his best to keep it soft and gentle. He's about twenty yards from the ancient colossus, and they're both afraid of each other. Daniel's advantage is that he has a pretty good idea of what he's up against.

She doesn't.

This works against him a little, since he's trying to get her to stand down peacefully so they can bring her in and try to prevent her from going on a rampage anymore.

And, while the archfiend seems to understand that she's outmatched for once, she doesn't seem to understand Daniel's attempts at direct communication.

The mechanic wants to glance over his shoulder for silent brainstorming, but he dares not look away from the apex predator before him. He thinks carefully, and he notices Yaulwembor glance at the others behind him once more.

He can only hope that his companions aren't doing anything restless.

He says gently, "Yaulwembor, look at me." He waves his hands gently, drawing her attention again, and this causes her to growl. Thankfully, she doesn't make a move yet, but she is still on guard and shrunken in such a posture that she could spring an attack at any second.

Daniel points at her eggs; four hard-shelled oval-shaped objects in a small nest, but otherwise being ignored by the beast.

She glances briefly, and then snaps her gaze back to him with more of an edge to her scowl. He keeps his hands visible, cooing as carefully and sincerely as he can, "Easy, easy... I want to help." He gestures at the archfiend, and then points behind himself with his hands, specifically indicating the Dragon Empresses, who are standing as close to Daniel as possible without worsening Yaulwembor's tension.