1428 The Exiled Wind Dragon
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I quickly summoned a golden pot, took out so ingredients, and decided to cook a stew using the at we had saved inside my inventory, plus so veggies grown inside my Divine Realm.
At the sa ti as the food was cooking, Erald started to explain a bit of what had happened so far. Apparently, he was indeed a Wind Dragon, coming from the faraway lands of Alfheim, where the Wind Dragons still are in large groups.
Alf, the Progenitor Mother of Wind Dragons is still alive as well, governing the Floating Island of Evercloud, where only Wind Dragons could access… Erald was an extrovert little Wind Dragon that loved mischief and getting into all sorts of troubles.
He eventually made all his siblings mad one day when his gas ended breaking one of their mother's largest and most beautiful statues… They were so mad that even when his mother tried to defend him from the rage of his siblings, they ended threatening him of exiling him from their tribe.
However, their mother, who was very benevolent, instead, gave Erald a small task, sothing he had to do before coming back, which she believed would help him harden his personality and grow stronger on a journey around the world.
"S-So she told that I needed to help people." He sighed. "And as proof that I've helped people, she asked to bring to her three souvenirs, from three different tribes of people. I-I haven't gotten any yet…"
"So how did you even break your wings?!" I asked. "Also how co you ca all the way here from Alfheim thinking you'll be fine?" I facepald. "Your family is quite carefree, huh? Like the wind I guess."
"Ugh, don't bla it on my family, I was stupid…" Cried Erald. "I broke mom's statue… It is a fitting punishnt. And I broke my wings a month ago when I clash landed on this continent… I was on my way to Vanaheim instead but ended getting in here."
"Did soone broke your wings, Erald?" Benladra asked. "I tried but your wings can't be healed normally… it feels like they're cursed or sothing…"
"T-They are cursed…" Erald sighed. "I ended ssing around with soone I found in the skies, a completely pitch-black scaled dragon. I thought I could talk to him because he was a dragon, but he roared angrily at , calling a weakling, and then he slashed my wings with his huge claws! And I fell off here…"
"A black scaled dragon you said?" I wondered. "Do you know anything more about him?"
"N-No… but he was really angry." Erald said. "He was moving towards Svartalfheim, the ho of Dark Dragons and a tribe of Earth Dragons… I've never et such a rude punk before!"
"I see…" I wondered. "I'll have to ask my father if he recognizes any aggressive Dark Dragon, he might be soone dangerous if he just attacked another dragon without even talking with them."
"Y-Your father?" Wondered Erald. "Wait, are you actually a dragon?!"
"Ugh." I facepald, quickly transforming into one. I tried to be as small as possible, growing only up to thirty ters, barely below the forest canopy. "Is this enough proof, little guy?"
"WAAAHHH!" Erald cried in horror and shock. "H-HUGE…! YOU'RE HUGE! A-And those scales… silver and blue! A Frost Dragon! So cool! I've never seen one of those before!"
Benladra and Kate also turned into dragons, making the little Erald even more surprised.
"N-No way! A Holy Dragon?! And… tal Dragon? Is it a variant of an Earth Dragon?" He wondered. "A-Anyways! I can't believe I finally see nice dragons for once!"
Erald, once more, quickly started crying.
"I'm so happy and glad, so relieved! Sniff… I thought I was done for, for real!" He continued crying so much it made feel even more bad.
"Stop crying so much…" I sighed. "I guess you've gone through a lot." I patted his shoulders.
"Y-Yeah…" Erald cried. "Ugh, when is the food ready? I'm starving…"
"It's almost ready, don't be impatient, brat!" I gave him a karate chop in the head, he got all cocky out of nowhere!
"Ouch! S-Sorry…" He cried. "Sniff…"
"So how exactly these lizardn hate you?" Wondered Yuki. "Ah, you two know about them?"
"That we are lizardn doesn't an we know every single other lizardn out there!" Kraxka said, feeling slightly offended.
"But we do know what they were. That was a rather varied group, there were Swamp Lizardn, those with appearances of Crocodiles. Then there were the Lowland Lizardn, the thinner and smaller ones. Then the Mountain Lizardn, with hard shells, and lastly… those weren't lizardn, they were frogn, a different type of tribe." Larzak explained. "Hmm… It is interesting how they were all cooperating together, I suppose that to survive in this harsh continent, they had to combine their strengths. Even if different."
"That's quite nice, but that they're chasing around a poor dragon… It only makes think of them as assholes." Ruby crossed her legs as she was eating a red-colored Blood Cookie, I had made, which were a quick way for her to get carbohydrates and proteins combined with blood.
"But why are they chasing you?" Asked Rakasha, looking at the jungle surrounding us, we were sitting over a log around the golden pot that was boiling the stew. "I heard sothing about a disease, and their provisions having been eaten… Is that true?"
"N-Not at all!" Erald cried, closing his eyes, and covering his face in fear at Rakasha's old and angry face. "Please don't kill !"
"Hah… Nobody is going to kill you, brat." Rakasha sighed. "For a dragon you sure are a crybaby, calm down and relax. You're Rank 9, aren't you? How co you're so fearful of everything?"
"G-Guh…" Erald cleaned his tears again. "I just am…! And I barely know how to fight… That black dragon beat the living feather out of too! What can I even do? Ugh… sniff…"
"Did you had to be so intimidating, uncle?" Ruby asked angrily.
"O-Okay, sorry…" Rakasha facepald. "Anyways…?"
"I-I only ate a bit of their provisions that night, I only ate… a few beans and veggies! But I didn't ate half of it! No, the one that did it was that other thing! The Horror of the Jungle!" Erald desperately said. "And that thing is also the one that spread the disease! I-I saw it! But nobody believed …"
"If you saw it why you didn't just killed it?!" I asked. "You're Rank 9!"
"Eeep!" Erald suddenly ran away, hiding behind a tree. "I-I couldn't! I-I was too scared… It was intimidating and big, and I couldn't even make up its shape! Because of that when I tried to describe it to them, they didn't believe , and when I told them that it ca from their beloved ruins, they called a bastard!"
"This is getting more fishy as we speak." I wondered. "Those Ruins… Do you know what they are, Erald? And this Horror, is this the first ti you've seen it?"
"I don't know about the ruins, a-and yeah, it was the first ti…" The Wind Dragon timidly crawled back to us. "I-Is the food ready?"
"Almost there…" I said. "Were these people… helping you before?"
"They took in when they found wounded and almost dead… They healed and feed , and called a Sacred Beast, but now they hate …" Sighed Erald.
"I see…" I nodded. "Alright then, we'll have to pay them a visit once we're done eating."
"EEEH?! But they're going to kill !"
He's really a chicken both in appearance and attitude, huh?
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