The Moon's Light ➶ Rise of the Brave Tangled Frozen Dragons [ON HOLD!!]

Chapter 42

First off, I just want to say that I'm so sorry for the long wait. I have no excuse say other than I haven't been putting the work that I should be doing. I've commited myself to my stories, and it's my obligation to hold my end of the deal and continue with this story. I will try to work in a timely manner and get another chapter out as soon as possible. Believe me, the good stuff is about to come and the ending is coming close, so (a message to myself) I won't be slacking off.

All that aside, hope you enjoy this chapter.

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How could this have happened?

What is Drago doing here?! What is the man that I pretty much despise the most doing here?

How could Pitch know him? Of all people in the world, he had to know Drago. Why would Pitch bring him here, let alone have him join our side?

Doesn't my grandfather know the type of animal Drago is? Doesn't he know what horrible things he's done, what horrible things he's done to Medusa?

My brain felt like it was about to explode into a million pieces. I wish I could scream from the top of my head what a horrible idea this would be, but who knows what'll happen if I do.

Will I be labeled a child who doesn't understand the real world? Or will I help show everyone the kind of cold-hearted man Drago really is?

Whatever I do, it can go either way.

But all in all, I still couldn't believe Drago was standing right before me.

For a crazed man, he was undeniably fit, but I suppose he has to be that way. He sees himself as a powerful ruler so it's only fitting that he has to look the part, no matter if he is a maniac. His height worked in his favor. He could've been somewhere between 6 foot to 6'3". His skin was fair but was nearing tan possibly from being out in the sun (or almost being burnt to a crisp by dragons). However, lining across different aspects on his body or face, scars, nearly healed wounds, or some discoloration decorated Drago's figure, each one telling a story of their own; a story I'd rather not listen to.

Drago's hair was as dark as night, almost darker than Medusa's skin. His locks fell to his shoulders but his hair was so matted that dreads were beginning to form at the ends. Seriously, it's like he lived in a barn and had no access to a shower what's so ever. He had a stubble beard that looked about days old, which furthered my theory about no access to a decent bathroom, but when he smiled, I was surprised that his teeth weren't yellow and decaying; they were as pearly white as Medusa's razor sharp fangs. His eyes were a deep green, but I didn't need to read too much into them to know that he was all levels of crazy. The dark bags under his eyes really helped his case.(I've already seen Medusa's horrid memories.) A long scar was stamped through his thin lips, adding to his collection of "battle" wounds.

As to what he wore... it was just as insane as he was. He really played the part as a dragon "ruler". Although his clothes were a simple navy t-shirt and jeans and dark brown, heavy-duty hiking boots, it was his armor that caught most of my attention. Stuff like knee braces, and arm shields, and a bullet proof vest was all a part of his collection. Anything he needed to protect himself from a dragon's attack while still remaining mobile was what he had on. Finally, to cover himself from either the scorching sun or (in this case) the freezing winter air, Drago had a large cloak that wrapped around him like a shawl ; yet, at the moment, it was hanging off his back in order for him to show off his "armor". However, this armor wasn't made from any typical material. It didn't look like fabric itself. The material looked more... leathery. So, situated on top of Drago's rather-basic clothing, he was covered in a leather-like armor which further showed his stand on dragons.