A Tale of One Deviant (Book One)

Chapter 122: Rebirth of A Sort?

The next time I woke up, I was sure about five days had passed. I slept like the dead, the dead living as I was, and woke up only to the sound of Fang entering my humble abode-excuse me modest residence, didn't want to be like future felon Keir did we?-because it changed the pattern of the thundering waterfall.

     I sat up, rubbing my eyes. It was time to go.

     Oh, it would be a time like no other...but the bright side was that I'd be able to sleep more, because whenever I did this I was completely knocked out.

     "Give them to me," he held his hand out, waiting for the circlets. I pulled them out of my storage and handed all six of them to him, and then followed him out of the cave. We passed under the waterfall and went to the skies, going in a direction I'd never sought to go: northwest.

     Whenever I came to Kera, it was always in the same general area. I didn't go explore other places for fear of encountering another dragon that might not fancy having an intruder. What I knew of Dragons so far: they didn't like when people invaded their personal space. Me: I don't like when people invade my personal space. Problem: I have no idea what the territories of others are. Solution: stay in my alleged territory and no one will bother me.

     "Where are we going?" I was tempted to ask. I knew I wouldn't get an answer, or even a bit of acknowledgement, so I didn't open my mouth or speak with my mind.

     I just followed as we crossed the lands, the lush greenery and amazing burn marks in the ground that shaped rocks and basically created a grand canyon. There was still the after mark of some fight long ago, one that carved a long gap all the way out to the west sea and flooded the land. It was like a lopsided pac-man if you looked at it from above. Silly to think about in that way, unless you considered what type of force it would take to tear a large rip through a continent of this size. It was the smallest in comparison to all the others, but still...

     I wouldn't mind meeting the guy that did it and having a go with him.

     Finally, the mountain range that had been so distant to me always from my cave, because the size of, well, mountains. They were looming, sharp, with snow falling all around the tips like it was concentrated there.  There was a blizzard so high that it hid the peaks of the mountains that were concentrated in a circle with one missing space in between, like the bud of a flower.

     As far as I could tell, standing above the thick clouds that stretched on for miles upon miles into the distance and even threatened to fall to the ground, there was no life here. My radar didn't pick up life signals either.

     Fearlessly, Fang in Dragon form dove through the clouds without even considering he would crash into anything. Gusts blew up at me, screaming that I would be in for the ride of my life if I just let my body fly, but I dove into it as well. I narrowed my eyes, sharpened my vision, kept my limbs close, and just trusted my instincts. If Fang could do it, then...well, I can probably do it too. Besides, I came here to awaken the Dragon part of me. It's not like I can rely on magic forever, I needed to boost my physical abilities as well even though they were already pretty high as it was.

     My new goal, upon looking at the carved up landscapes that had marked this world, to gain power like that. I was sure of my power now, but...when I looked at these things, saw these mystical places, I felt the power that they used to have in the ancient past. Why would I not want to join that time's greats, feel the same as they had, like you were on top of the world? In control of yourself, of your life.

     That's what I wanted.

     When I broke through the clouds, dusting all the snow and sleet that had stuck to my clothes and hair as I flew through, seeing a glimpse of Fang's blue scales I hit the ground. As soon as I touched down, all the whirling snowfall disappeared. There was a dome of white around us, stretching up high and closing over like we were in an egg. There was not even a bit of wind inside this tall capsule, one that ended when the mountain began as walls. They were jagged, no plants all around. They stretched high over our heads, then sloped down altogether to create this platform pooled in the middle with the same markings as that teleportation circle we were made to take, and then the battle arena back in Larjulias. Dragons, two intertwined ones, that were biting each other's tails in an endless circle. They were carved into this ground, not placed down like cobblestones. One black, one white.