Arise the Dragonslayer (The Flash warrior Book 1)

Chapter seventeen: It's back

"Prepare your weapons and gather all the men, now!" Commander barked to the warriors near the gate of the academy. "I hate that dragon! It keeps coming back!"

"You can say that again," I said. Flash warriors from the rooftops and balconies blew their big horns for preparation. Claes entered the gate together with Victor, Lenard, and Chloriette. "Commander." Claes as he and the team came to us. With a greeting and despite what was going on, Victor smiled and waved his hand at me.

"Gather your groups to Craully in Sonata village. If that bloody, ugly, mother of evil reaches that place, people in there will be in danger as well." Commander Grayson ordered the captain- his brother. Claes didn't question it. As we passed each other, Chloriette's eyes shown confusion, scared, worried, and concern. Lenard's expression was scared despite many weeks of training. As for Victor, he waved "see you later" at me. Sean assembled wizards with violet robes and uniforms to set off. "Okay, guys. This is not a drill! You know what to do!" I watched them fly away with their armored pegasi, preparing to stop the dragon's evil chaos. "Wait, commander, where are we going?" I asked him as we went outside.

"You're coming with me to fight the three-headed ugly creature."

"That sounds wonderful." I smiled for no reason. No reason at all. Maybe because of the excitement.

Commander's units were armed with heavy, deadly weapons over their black uniforms, crafted with gold and leather. The other warriors brought their pegasi at their side. Commander recited a spell that made his armor and weapon layered on him. His obsidian armor made him looked like a very tough Flash warrior. A huge thing that is strapped on his back was a black, circular, round-edged shield with a head of a growling griffin. He sheathed his obsidian sword (I hope it's magical) and put on his dark warrior helmet that had a single dark violet wing carved backward. Behind his helmet, I could see his orange and green eyes. "Whoa." I scanned his appearance many times.

"Get your weapons, kid," he ordered.

"My weapons?"

"They're in the weaponry underground." Commander Grayson tossed his head toward the said place.

"Seriously?" I said. Commander didn't argue. Use your magic, he raised an eyebrow. "Oh, right." In a second, I disappeared and went through a passage until I reached the enchanted weaponry. As I arrived at the weaponry, a bearded blacksmith spat his coffee (Almost at me). The weaponry held many outstanding weapons: well-made swords, lances, axes, daggers, bows, crossbows, pistols, rifles, a long staff, and- you get the idea. When I suddenly stood up straight, he was startled. "Wha- what the bloody hell?!" He yelled.

"Sir I need my-" I was about to say my weapons, but I think he got it.

"You mean these?" The bearded blacksmith put the bow and the quiver-filled arrows, and the sword on the front table. And these were all mine.

"How did you know?"

"The commander told me." He pointed to his temple.

I let out a laugh. "Right. Thanks." I grabbed my weapons and head back to where I came from. The bow was clean and carved with swirling designs like fire and my quiver had been painted black and its diameter got wider. In it, I had been provided with many arrows and trick arrows, which amazed me. My sword was shinier and lighter, but I could feel that the blade had gotten sharper and stronger. "It's good to be back." I smiled at the commander after I ushered toward him.

"Ready for your first mission?" He asked.

"You know me by my face, sir," I replied.

He then chuckled. "I don't."