Corvik's belly was compressed. DranGon was very tired and he fainted for good. The gang also felt tired after a long blinded-direction journey. He was still very big, laying next to the forest. His belly awfully made noise loudly, just unfortunately that he ate a lot and couldn't eat anymore until he shrunk back. Shawon couldn't stop himself from thinking what he told. The long life but most sinned creature. It was unintentional but true. If not then almost no one could made it here until then. Everyone suffered what he suffered. He only had half of his consiousness being used and Shawon helped him a lot to blend in with the livings. Maybe some wanted but Shawon didn't feel like having him being too different so he taught him to blend in with the life. If it felt right, he would let DranGon became really different from the living, and remained as a creature. Even he was blended in, he was still being hunted as he was the only one that looked different from everything, boxed head. But he was taught to think and it was a bad idea, he started to think but to choose what hurts him. No one wanted to leave him injured in the darkness, but he cut himself and wanted to keep out the light. After the storm is the sun. It blinded him, he was so broken down as taking a great pride that he completely out of his concious... he slowly wore himself off...
But while felt something about it, DranGon started to cuddle with nothing. He felt comfortable as enourmous size, but hopefully that made him good. DranGon was a heavy sleeper, but almost never missed a morning. He lived like a hard-working one. The fire slowly got darker, everyone started to sleep but Shawon also began to cry in silence. He felt so regret for telling that. He remembered when he finally met his "son" but to chop his back as a meetup. Then when he could meet DranGon closely, he treated him like what he taught, a co-worker in the hometown. Shawon even lied to the "son" himself, even the age was not correct. But it was like training a dragon, like common things everyone know. Taking care of DranGon was like training your own dragon or a creature. No one told about that to him, but he once thought and wished to become a pet for someone. He seemed like also regretting to know much about the world. But what if DranGon was asked... where was he actually came from? How did he get there?...
Looking back a bit. The flower, the one showed that he was drowned under the water in fear. When did he become a fish, how was he drowned if he could swim under the water. It was horrifying, really terrifying for a fear to come catch in the hand. Just endless darkness...
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Another morning, another day, and another time to see DranGon was on the tree eating something. He shrunk down to his normal size quite quick.
-Hey DranGon, what are you doing up there?
-Just watching the sun.
And he took a bite of something.
-What are you eating?
-Just some branches around here. Feel quite refresh out here.
DranGon jumped off the tree and landed on the soft carpet of grass nearby. Everyone then started heading off again for a journey. It was just a normal day but something happened while walking:
-Dran, we all know you a guardian. But except we say that you are not a guardian anymore, what will you like to take?
-All I want is to stand up and fight, so I will pick to be a warrior or better be a paladin.
-You want to stand up and fight, but I don't think we are fighting or anything any much. You do have the spirit of the Dragon Land and the Orange... I mean, you seem to still wanting to keep it as an honor, don't you?
DranGon started looking at himself, the minute he started to think about himself, for once.
-But but...
-Oh I didn't mean that, just asking why you still wanting to be... Agh, no not that, don't mind my words.
Shawon looked worry about how to words correctly without hurting him. But Dran just spilled it all out:
-Because to keep the favor as how I have been, eventhough I'm the protector but it always comes by how I always stay in everyone's shadow.
Speaking of that, everyone reliezed that DranGon was speaking of that sentense while he was standing in the middle of the group's shadow.
-How come that just turn out so true without we knowing it.
-Ignore it. If I'm no longer a guardian, will I be...
Dran took a very deep thinking but Corvik broke it. He asked what if he had a job in a place.
-I can be a resource collector like chopping trees, chomping stones or many things. Or I can be an assistant of...
-An assistant of someone? Living in a place and you already an assistant of the kingdoom, even being a guardian do be like that. What are you thinking?!
Frighteningly, Dran stepped backward and he looked sad:
-I really don't know, I really do need it to be in front of my eyes to make the decision.
DranGon was still a short-sighted speaker, even he was given a lot but he still couldn't go anywhere. Really, the group with him was the right choice to keep him in control. Without them all, wonder how could Dran survive this cruel world?
