Requiem of the Forgotten Chapter 6:Dragontown

Two weeks. That's how long it took for us to stop feeling like refugees and start feeling like… sothing else. Survivors? Settlers? Or just idiots who didn't know when to keep moving?

Either way, people had settled into a rhythm. The mornings were predictable—so woke early to fetch water, others checked for food. People talked, people argued, and people worked because they had no other choice. The panic of the first days had faded, replaced by a dull kind of acceptance.

But even in all that, I still couldn't shake the feeling that none of this was real.

"Are you gonna eat that, or are you just gonna stare at it?"

I blinked and looked down. So kind of roasted root sat in my hand, its charred skin peeling back to reveal a soft, steaming center. I wasn't sure if it was edible, but at this point, no one was. We just ate whatever didn't imdiately kill us.

Carn was staring at from across the fire, her arms crossed. "Dude, if you're not gonna eat it, pass it here."

I sighed and took a bite. It tasted like burnt dirt. Perfect.

A few feet away, Daisuke was scribbling sothing in his notebook. "If we find more of these, we should docunt where they grow. Reliable food sources are the first step to long-term survival."

Nikita, sharpening a makeshift spear, snorted. "And the second step is making sure soone else doesn't take them from you."

Carn rolled her eyes. "Jesus, you sound dramatic. We're not fighting over scraps yet."

Amina, peeling a fruit in silence, glanced up briefly but said nothing.

This was how things had been for days now. Small conversations, tiny victories, people adjusting. So had already broken off, splitting into smaller groups and heading deeper into the land to form their own settlents. The ones left behind? We were the ones who hadn't decided yet.

The more ti passed, the more it felt like I was just going through the motions.

Wake up. Eat. Walk. Talk when necessary. Avoid unnecessary argunts. Try not to think too hard about how I was in a world where elves, dwarves, and other beings existed. A world that didn't make sense.

But the cracks were starting to show.

I found myself staring too long at the sky, half-expecting to wake up in my bed, my phone buzzing with an overdue alarm. Or maybe I was already dead, and this was so elaborate afterlife with worse Wi-Fi.

It wasn't just , either. People whispered at night about how this world didn't feel real. Like it was too still, too perfect. Like it was waiting for sothing.

I didn't want to think about what.

Then ca the decision.

"We need to decide."

Carn stood near the fire, arms crossed, her expression serious. "We can't just keep acting like we're a temporary camp. Either we move and find sothing better, or we build sothing here."

Nikita scoffed. "You say that like it's an easy choice."

"It's not," she admitted. "But it's still a choice."

A few others started chiming in, so agreeing, so pushing back. Daisuke pointed out that civilizations only started once people stopped moving. Amina, as always, remained neutral.

I stayed quiet, listening. I already knew my answer.

Moving ant more unknowns, more risks. Staying here at least gave us sothing. Water, food, shelter.

But the others weren't convinced. Argunts continued, back and forth, no resolution. Eventually, one by one, people started giving up for the night.

The last thing we tried before that? Finding a na. It should've been easy. But sohow, every suggestion turned into an argunt. 'New Earth' was too pretentious. 'Haven' was too cliché. 'Freedom's Rise' made us sound like a bad rebellion faction from a movie.

"Screw it," Carn finally groaned. "We'll figure it out tomorrow. If no one kills each other by then."

"We'll figure it out tomorrow," Carn muttered, stretching. "If no one kills each other by then."

I lay awake for a long ti after that.

The fire had burned low, casting flickering shadows over the camp. People slept around , but my mind wouldn't shut off.

And then—

A shadow passed over us. Massive. Slow. Wings.

I sat up just in ti to see it—a dragon.

It soared silently above, dark against the stars, wings stretched impossibly wide as it glided through the night. It didn't attack. It didn't land. It just… watched.

My breath caught. The others, still half-asleep, started to stir as they noticed it too. Soone gasped. Soone whispered a curse.

Carn groggily pushed herself up. "Tell I'm dreaming."

Daisuke, still blinking away sleep, exhaled a laugh. "Maybe it's a sign."

Nikita rubbed his eyes. "Let's hope it's not a bad one."

Amina, watching the sky, finally spoke. "Then I guess we know what to call this place."

Carn grinned. "Dragontown."

I let out a slow breath, still staring at the sky.

"…Yeah. Dragontown works."