Arise the Dragonslayer [⚔️The Flash warrior series #1⚔️]

Chapter six: One of us

While I'm in a deep slumber, I heard the sound of hooves stomping, people yelling indistinctly, and metals chimed like heavy-weight bells. As I opened my eyes, I found myself lying on a white bed with a soft blanket placed perfectly above me. My head was wrapped in bandages. On the other side, my scarf and jacket were hanging on a hook. The rosy-red color of my scarf became maroon with ashes. I could feel that my right arm was wrapped with bandages as well.

I grimaced and held my head as I sat up. I was in a large tent, though no one's here except me. Where am I? I tried to get up, but the pain kept holding me down. "Well, well, well, good afternoon." It was Sean who showed up, this time he didn't look like a hippie with style, he looked more like he was going on a trip to the beach. His ponytail was wavy as ever while showing of wearing a purple floral jacket, caramel shorts, and black shoes.

"Sean?" I peered to see the details of his face. 

Sean looked back outside. "Claes, he's awake. He's all right, well . . . sort of."

Claes entered, looking the same as ever. "I didn't expect such a young boy to survive."

The words put a smile on my face. "Glad I did."

"How are you feeling?" He asked.

I gently shook my head. "Bad." Sean stepped in and showed a bottle from his pocket. 

"Not for long. Here, drink this, it will help you feel better." I grabbed the bottle and drank it. The cold refreshing beverage lifted the heavy headache of the brain. The feeling of my wounds became less sore. 

"Thank you," I said.

"Told ya," Sean smirked. On the table, I could see my burned bow and quiver. My sword! What happened to my sword?! It's currently burned, ash black, and damaged- with minor cracks that I couldn't bear to stare at for too long. Claes turned to look at the weapons at the table. "So you're a hunter."  

I nodded. "Instead of buying imported meats, my father thought me how to hunt, since Northern Quarté is currently populated with creatures that we can eat."

Claes didn't comment, neither did Sean. He just nodded and kept staring at my weapons. "So, what happened to me?" I finally asked. 

Claes looked back at me. "We found you in the icy lake. We thought that you were dead when we brought you on our boat, but our friend checked your heart and pulse that still pumps." He nodded to Sean.

"Wow. Thank you for the rescue," I told him. I was extremely grateful for these guys, if it wasn't for them, my thought of giving up might kill me.

"Sure thing kid."

Then, I thought about something, something that I have to do. "My family," I muttered. "I have to go back. They'll worry."

"Who?" Sean asked.

"My family. I have to go." As I stood up, Claes and Sean marched toward me just to calm me down. 

"Whoa, whoa. Easy, we cannot bring you to your family yet," Sean said.

"And why is that?" I asked. 

I had no clue why they're hesitating, but Claes replied, "After we brought you to our vessel, we saw the three-headed dragon heading north."

"Which was a bad thing," Sean interrupted. "Because . . . the dragon is heading to your village. Yeah, I know. Wizard powers."

"We can't go after the dragon, but we have men near your village. They will do everything to stop the dragon," Claes added. How didn't I know that?