Chapter thirteen: The dragon and the human
Bodies littered the ground…
The dark puddles in the dirt weren't water…
The houses were on fire…
Screams of pain and cries of despair filled the air, almost making it hard to breathe…
No, this was no nightmare.
It was the village his royal highness king Rabastan had come across in his pursuit of the dragon that had taken his grandson. And it was a sight the monarch had much rather been without.
In his long life, Rabastan had witnessed and experienced many terrible scenes. He had fought and defeated a group of bloodthirsty werewolves, he had uncovered a black market for underage sex-slaves, and he had been the judge in many cases concerning murder, betrayal or infidelity (sometimes all three in the same case). The two worst things that had ever happened to him was loosing his beautiful wife to the influenza, and holding his son in his arms while the young, strong prince was bleeding to death, knowing he was leaving a wife and two kids behind.
This, however, was ranking pretty high on the list.
The small village had been like any other in the country; inconspicuous, peaceful and normal. Rabastan had vague memories of visiting it once or twice before.
Now, it was a burning inferno, littered with dead bodies and blood in a scene that Satan himself would have been proud of. And Rabastan was standing in the middle of it.
What happened here?
Gritting his teeth, Rabastan steeled himself and kept walking down what must have once been the main street. He and his team had seen the smoke from a distance and taken for granted that someone needed help with a particularly nasty fire, but they hadn't expected something like this. Never this!
He was looking for survivors, but it was hard. The fire had made almost all the buildings fall apart, and Rabastan had a terrible suspicion that people had been locked inside before the fire was let loose.
He stopped, bent down and turned over one of the dead bodies. Or rather… it was a part of a dead body. The king couldn't see the hips and legs anywhere close by…
The dead eyes of a young woman looked up at him, blonde hair hanging loose around her round face. A wedding-ring glinted on the only finger that hadn't been cut of her hand. She had been pregnant. He could tell, because… the foster had… had leaked out from where her body had been torn apart at the waist.
Rabastan slapped a hand over his mouth, squeezed his eyes shut and forced his breakfast to stay down.
"My king?"
Not daring to look at the corpse… corpses… again, Rabastan quickly stood up and turned around. His colonel was looking at him with a frown on his face.
"Yes, Dartz?" He asked, somewhat strained.
The light aqua-haired man with the odd eyes straightened his back and nodded in the direction of one of the few buildings still standing.
"We have found a survivor, your highness." He said evenly. Rabastan nodded and marched towards the house, which, unlike the others in the village, was built in stone.
A man a few years younger than the king was sitting on a stool in the house with a blanket around his shoulders, while one of the soldiers cleaned his face delicately with some water and a clean rag. His back was turned, but when Rabastan and Dartz stepped through the door-less opening, he turned around.
The entire left side of the old face was littered with cuts, scratches and burns. It looked bad with blood gushing down the skin, and the king knew his face would never go back to what it had once been.
Just like his life.
Despite his obvious injuries, and the shock he was in, the old man recognized the king, stood up and bowed, and that sight broke Rabastan's heart more than anything.
"Please," he said, and in three long strides he stood in front of the man, placed his hands on his shoulders and made him stand up straight again. "No bowing or respect or things like that. I don't deserve your respect: I wasn't here to defend your village, even though that's my job as a ruler, and therefore I've failed you. So please, don't show me that kind of reverence."
The man looked like he couldn't decide if he should cry or stare, so in the end, he made a compromise: he gripped Rabastan's shoulders in return, and the two shared a pained, understanding look.
"Please, my friend," Rabastan said lowly, "tell me what happened here."
The man nodded, and they let go of each other at last, sitting down in chairs opposite one another. The man was fiddling with his violently shaking hands, and once he spoke, his voice was weak.
"My name is Amadeus," he began, "and I've been living in this village my whole life. It's peaceful here; we mind our own business, take care of our farms and so on… we've never… we… we have never done anything to deserve this. Never!"
"No one has," Rabastan said and leaned in closer. "Who did this? Who were they?"
"They…" the man choked, swallowed and tried again. "They came out of nowhere. Marched right into the village… some pack of inbreeded trash… demanded we give them food and… and our women. Our women! As if this was some town of bordellos or something! It was disgraceful!"
Rabastan put a hand on his shoulder for support, but his eyes were dark with rage.
"We didn't accept it!" Amadeus continued. "We refused to bend to those rats of society. So we fought. They were stronger of course, with swords and bows and hoses… but we outnumbered them! And we weren't afraid to defend our homes. For a while, that was enough… we were winning… then she came along."
Rabastan had no idea who she was, but the very way in which Amadeus said the name… with so much hate, fear and despair… made his skin crawl.
The old man had to choke out his next words, so strong were the fresh memories.
"She… burnt down… EVERYTHING! She left absolutely nothing unharmed. She ordered them to lock people in the houses, and then she torched them. Like matches. And she didn't care in the least that they were screaming and pleading from inside… she… she…" he looked up at Rabastan, and his eyes were dark and empty. "She was only twelve years old…"
Then the old man seemed to have reached his limit, because he curled up like a child, muttering and sobbing to himself.
Rabastan leaned back in his chair and hid his face behind his hands for a moment, then he stood up on shaking legs and regarded the three soldiers which had taken care of the man before he showed up.
"Take care of him," he ordered. "We're taking him with us back to Domino. This-"
He was cut off as Amadeus grabbed his arm and looked up at him with wide eyes.
"Leeara!" He exclaimed. "My daughter-in-law! Have you found her yet? My son is bringing the cattle to the pasturelands right now. Oh god, I can't tell him his wife is dead! You have to find her! She has to be alive!"
"What does she look like?" One of the soldiers asked, obviously more than eager to do something for this broken old man.
"Oh, she is so beautiful!" Amadeus said and turned to him. "As blonde as my own dear wife- may she rest in peace. She's pregnant, you know! After years of trying! Oh god, she has to be alive!"
Rabastan thought of the young woman he had found on the street, but quickly put up his mental walls before his feelings had time to kick in. He couldn't break down now. He just couldn't. Instead, he placed a hand on Amadeus shoulder, but didn't look at him as he said:
"It happened quickly. She didn't feel anything."
And then he turned and marched out. He couldn't stay and comfort the man; it'd be too much. He had no idea what he would have said anyway. How do you tell an old man that his adored daughter-in-law has been cut in half and his eagerly awaited grandchild is smeared all over the ground?
Rabastan stopped a few hundred meters from the house, listening to the other man's howls. He thought about his wife and Andreas, Adhara, Joey and Serenity. A picture of a pregnant Adhara- practically glowing- flashed on his retinas, and he looked up at the grey sky with a heavy sigh.
"Your highness?" The king turned around to his colonel, and knew what the man would say before he said it. "We can't leave this."
"I know, Dartz. It's too big. A whole village has been destroyed, and we have to find the murderers." Rabastan swallowed. "We… we will break off the search for Joey… for now. It's what he would have wanted. Tell the team we're returning to Domino."
"I'll send a message to the queen while I'm at it," Dartz said and quickly turned around to walk away. "I have a few things I was going to send anyway."
Rabastan watched him go with a heavy heart. He knew he had made the right choice: one person's life couldn't be more important than the wellbeing of a whole village, even if it was Joey. As a king, Rabastan had to prioritize, and even if Joey was more important emotionally, he had to rule according to logic. They had to find the ones responsible for this, and if he was gonna believe Amadeus' story, it wouldn't be easy. It sounded like the culprits had magic on their side. Or at least a particularly nasty pyromaniac. This new mission probably wouldn't be easy.
Rabastan looked up at the sky again, and silently prayed that Joey would forgive him for failing him like this.
Joey tried to gulp down a huge knot of fear that had attached itself to the inside of his throat, all the while staring into the blue eyes of his captor. He had never thought that the phrase 'burning ice' could be used to describe anything, but it was the only way he could explain Seto's eyes at the moment. Because even though they looked just as controlled as usual, they were burning with fury. And the drops of ruby smeared on his face and paws only made him all the more terrifying. Hell, Anubis and his werewolves, and even the negative unicorn, were like kittens compared to this vision of Stone-Cold Dragon.
How come Seto had been able to sneak up on him, anyway? He was eight metres tall and even longer! He had wings and a tail and goddamned giant paws! He shouldn't be able to move around without making a sound! It was freaking unnatural! Not to mention just Joey's luck. For once, just once, Joey wished things could go his way.
Of course, that didn't happen, because Seto wiped the blood of his face with one front paw, and glared.
And just like that, Joey realized he was screwed!
"You have truly excelled yourself this time, human!" Seto growled and took a step into the room. "I've seen you do many stupid things since you came here, but I honestly didn't think you were foolish enough to pry in my private life. But I should have guessed that something like this would happen. Your kind simply can't keep your hands off of anything, can you? You're like rats running around everywhere. One just can't keep you out!"
Hearing a tremble in Seto's voice which could only mean one thing- that he was loosing control of his temper- Joey realized he had to say something to calm the dragon down, or things would end up nasty. Desperately, he searched his half-panicked brain for something to say.
"It's… it's not what it looks like!" He squeaked in the end, and then promptly felt like hitting himself over the head with a particularly hard stone. That just might have been the worst thing he could have said in this situation.
"I'm not interested in excuses or lies, human!" Seto roared, obviously too pissed off to listen to anything. "I want you out of here! Now!"
Joey thanked the higher powers that he had been training martial arts since an early age. It had given him sharp reflexes and an agile body, and he sure as hell needed that now, as the dragon lunged forward and tried to grab him with one of his claws. Instead of grabbing Joey, like he had been meaning to do, Seto's paw crashed into the bookshelf behind him. Books flew in every direction, and the shelf was crushed, and that only made the dragon even angrier! He attacked the young blond again, this time with a swoop which Joey had to throw himself on the floor to avoid.
"Calm down!" He cried and scrambled to his feet again, running around the dragon to get out of Seto's line of vision. "I wasn't trying to pry!"
"This place was private!" Seto hissed and spun around quickly to attack him again. "Not even Mokuba is allowed in here yet! What gives you the right to intrude?! You humans have always believed yourself to be invincible! You think you can do whatever you please! But not here, human! Not in my home!"
A bookshelf fell to the floor with a loud crash as Seto tried to crush Joey beneath his claw again, and then Joey had to make a complicated twist in the air as Seto's long, powerful tail came out of nowhere and tried to smash him. The thorns of the tail actually scraped the skin on his arm, and Joey hissed softly.
It was when he saw a few drops of blood drip from the very shallow scrapes that he realized the truth. And the truth was that Seto was serious. The accidental intrusion on his privacy was something the dragon obviously couldn't deal with, and now he was actually trying to harm Joey! More importantly, he was extremely fast, agile and strong, and even in his current state of mind; Seto's movements were at least partly controlled.
This was a very dangerous enemy.
And one Joey didn't even want to face!
His shirt was soaked now, and Joey had no idea for how long he could keep all this dodging up. Playing on the offensive was out of the question: he couldn't and didn't want to hurt Seto, and he had a sneaking suspicion that it'd only set the dragon off even worse if he tried any counter attacks.
But despite that, he had to do something soon! The room was a mess, and for some reason, Joey knew that Seto would regret it bitterly later if he did hurt Joey. But he had no idea what one does to calm down a dragon going berserk. Shouldn't there have said anything about that in any of the many dragon-books he had read in his life?
But Joey had realized more and more lately that most of those books had been useless. He avoided another one of Seto's violent and dangerous attacks, and cursed all the hours wasted on those stupid pieces of literature.
Then he spotted the golden tapestry that was hanging on the wall behind Seto. He had been reluctant to touch the beautiful golden material before, but now the rest of the room was a mess as well, so he had no such qualms anymore. Plus, he would be crushed soon if he didn't do anything!
He pulled his new, silver sword from its sheath at his side, and as he ran, he weighted it in his hand for a moment. It was heavier and longer than his old ones, but still very light. He knew it'd be harder to throw that his old swords, but he figured all he had to do was put more force in the throw. He wasn't as familiar with this as he was with his old ones, but he at least had to try.
Placing all his bets on one card, Joey quickly dodged another one of Seto's attacks, stopped for a second, took aim and threw the sword, as hard as he could, at the rope holding the tapestry up.
His aim was as good as ever. The sword spun, singing, in quick circles passed Seto and buried its blade in the wall on the exact place where the rope was hanging. Naturally, the rope snapped. Slowly the tapestry fell forward and landed over Seto like a giant blanket, completely covering him. For a moment, Seto froze in surprise, then he roared and thrashed around to find the end of the darkness. Joey paused to catch his breath for a moment, thanking his lucky star it had worked.
"You need to calm down before you tear this place apart!" He called to Seto between deep breaths. "If it's so important to you, how come you're trashing it?!"
The bundle under the tapestry stilled completely, and for a second, Joey almost thought he'd calmed down.
Then Seto roared again and tore the tapestry in two.
"I don't care about that! I just want you out of here, human! Is that so hard to understand!? Is that so goddamned hard to understand?!"
Joey didn't have time to move out of the way this time. Seto's tail came from out of nowhere and caught him in the side. The power behind the hit threw him across the room and into one of the huge shelves with a loud bang. Joey groaned in pain as the wood cracked behind him, and slid down to sit on the floor, unable to move. His head was spinning, and his side and back hurt like hell. He could see Seto's white silhouette on the other side of the room like a dim shadow.
But something was wrong; he had thought the dragon would come after him the moment he landed; that he'd seize the opportunity now that Joey was still, but Seto didn't move. And then Joey's eyesight cleared a little, and he could see the rage on Seto's face be replaced by something that almost looked like fear.
"Human," he growled. "Don't. Move."
Joey blinked a few times to clear his head, and realized that Seto's eyes were fixed on something above him to his left. Slowly he turned his head and looked up.
The huge pink diamond was wobbling dangerously on its holder, having obviously been set out of balance when Joey smashed into the shelf. He stared transfixed at it, and watched as it wobbled back and forth. For a moment, it looked as if it would wobble back onto its holder and stop…
…then Seto took a small step forward…
…vibrations travelled through the ground from his foot up the shelf…
…and the diamond fell.
"No!" Seto cried.
Joey's head was still spinning, and his body ached with every movement, but somehow, perhaps through some hidden instinct, or perhaps because of thoughts of his mother, he reached out a hand in the last moment.
The diamond hit his palm and slipped, but he quickly brought it to his chest, and held it there firmly. After a moment of complete silence and stillness, he dared breathing again, and looked down to see if it was whole.
It twinkled back up at him, just as beautiful and unharmed as before. Warmth spread from his palm and chest through the rest of his body (should something that wasn't even alive feel so warm?) and for a moment, Joey thought he heard a female's tinkling laugh, not unlike his mother's.
But then it was gone, and Joey figured he's just imagined it. He looked up at Seto. The dragon looked ready to faint with relief. Joey gave him an insecure smile.
"A little too close for comfort, don't you think?"
The spell was broken, and Seto took a deep breath and sat down. If he had been a human, his knees and hands would have been shaking.
"Put it back again," he instructed Joey. "And step away from the shelf. I really don't think you can make a save like that twice."
"You're underestimating me," Joey murmured, but did as he had been told. As he stood up, he realized his knees and hands were shaking as well; not completely unexpected, considering the things which had just happened. Seto was lying on the floor with his head resting on his front paws now, and was breathing deeply. Joey slowly limped over to him.
"Calmed down?" He asked softly and grimaced as he sat down. He still hurt all over.
"Yes," Seto growled. "But I'm not going to thank you or apologize. None of this would have happened if it hadn't been for you and your nosiness."
"As if I was expecting that," Joey snorted. "I'm starting to figure out how you work, you know. I don't think you're actually capable of thanking someone. Much less apologizing to them." He sighed. "And I wasn't prying. I was lost, looking for a way back to the library. How was I supposed to know that this place was off limits?"
"Don't give me that shit!" Seto snapped and looked up quickly. When he saw Joey flinch back a little at his sudden movement, he lowered his voice, but still sounded angry. "This door was locked! You must have gone through quite a bit of trouble to get in here. Are you really so stupid you don't know that locked doors mean 'off limits'?"
"The door wasn't locked!" Joey protested angrily. And he was angry, but only part of it was directed at Seto. Mostly, he was angry at himself for flinching; he wasn't scared of the dragon, dammit! "Sure, it was a little hard to open, but I just banged on it a few times and swore over it a little, and it slid open! It's not my fault you can't lock your doors properly!"
Seto glared at him and opened his mouth to answer, but then hesitated for a moment, slowly closed it, and just glared at him. Joey raised his eyebrow and glared back.
"What?" He asked, not sure he had been able to cover up his nervousness at having those eyes fixed on him.
Seto just grunted, and laid his head back on his front paws. And Joey didn't say anything further; not wanting to piss the dragon off again. Silence ensued.
For about one minute…
"So what's it with this room that can make you go off like a maniac? It's really that special?"
Seto sighed and closed his eyes. It seemed as if he didn't care anymore if Joey found out his secrets or not. Maybe because the blond had already seen this room, he figured that he might as well explain himself. Or maybe he was feeling just a little bit bad for scaring and hurting Joey. Either way, he did something Joey had never thought he'd do.
He answered honestly.
"Everything in here… every painting, book and item, belonged to my parents," he said, and Joey realized his voice was very soft, even softer that it was when he talked to Mokuba. It was the kind of voice a parent uses while telling bedtime-stories to their kids.
Wonder if Seto would have made a good father, Joey thought. He's scary as hell, but maybe he'd be softer towards his kids. He treats Mokuba very well, and with that voice… Suddenly Joey faltered, and blushed.
What the hell am I thinking?!
He cleared his throat.
"So that's why you didn't want me to see this place? Because I'm human?" He asked, eager to get his thoughts off of that subject.
"No, the reason I want to keep this place hidden is because I don't want people to know I still have things from my parents," Seto muttered. "They died hundreds of years ago. I should have been able to move on by now. But I can't. This… this is my most well guarded secret. It's my, in lack of better words, safe heaven."
He raised his head and looked at the pink diamond, which had almost met its end a few minutes earlier. If it hadn't been for Joey, that is.
"That diamond has been in the family for eons. It was passed on from one female dragon to another: mother to daughter… my mother got it from my grandmother when she married my father. It's supposed to bring luck in breeding and in the upbringing of the children." He snorted. "So it's been pretty useless for the last few hundred years: there haven't been any dragon-babies to raise, after all. Still, I keep it because my mother was very fond of it… and it reminds me strongly of her."
Joey thought back on the motherly warmth he had felt oozing out of the gem earlier, and understood exactly what the dragon meant.
Seto looked away from the diamond and instead turned his eyes on the golden framed painting of the two grown dragons and the two draklings.
"I painted that myself, a few years after they- our parents- left us," he explained. "I haven't been able to paint them ever again. Every time I try, the portrait just ends up all wrong and… dead…. I don't know why, but it's like their souls are in that portrait. Mokuba barely remembers them, and I don't want to reopen old wound by showing him this, but I… need to see it sometimes. It gives me strength to know that they were here once."
Joey was completely blown away by this revelation. Never had he believed Seto to have such deep feelings, and somewhere inside, he realized the dragon was opening up to him. Him! A human! A human who had been nothing but trouble for him ever since he showed up. While he tried to ignore his pounding heart, Joey studied the painting as well. His eyes flew over the grown male dragon, with the light blue scales and deep eyes, and something simply clicked in his memory.
"That's Mordechai, the last dragon king," he stated. "I've read about him in my books."
"Yes, he was my father," Seto said.
"Wow!" Joey said and glanced at him with admiration in his voice. Not until now had it occurred to him exactly who Seto was. "That makes you… the next dragon king!"
"King of what?" Seto gave a hollow laugh. "I'm the last one, remember?"
"Oh…" Joey looked away again, with a sad expression on his face. "You are, aren't you…? Sorry, I kinda… I forgot."
"I thought dogs were supposed to have a good memory." Seto murmured sullenly and ignored Joey's glare as he continued: "my mother was very good with magic. When father realized our people was going to loose the war, he asked her to cast a spell over me and Mokuba that made us age slower, and then they hid us away here, behind thick magical barriers. Father wanted to hide mother too, but she refused to leave his side." He made a pause, his gaze far away, in the past. "Right before they left me here with Mokuba, father made me promise two things; that I would do anything to protect my brother, and that I would only kill if it was absolutely necessary."
"He sounds like a brave dragon."
"He was a fool." Seto's gaze was back in the present again, and had taken on a kind of shielded look. As if it hurt to talk about this, but he wanted to do it anyway. "He always talked about how pointless the war was and how he knew that he could talk the humans and witches back into sanity. He died for that cause, and left us behind. They left us behind. And not just our parents; everyone! Now… now there's no hope left for us."
Joey could see the pain and hopelessness that Seto tried- and almost succeeded in- hiding as he said that. For the first time, he realized what it must have done to Seto, being locked up in this cave for four-hundred years, knowing there was nothing he could do for his people, or himself. He had his brother, and that was it. He could only sit around here, waiting for age or boredom to kill him. And after that, there'd only be… oblivion.
When he looked at it that way… Seto was so much more of a prisoner than Joey.
He thought back on the weeks of mockery, the scornful smirks, the insults, the tiring arguments, even the episode a few minutes ago… and then the long conversations that was more entertaining than awkward, the bickering which kept everything interesting, the pride which was the driving force in everything Seto did, the many interests they shared, the soft side he only ever caught a glimpse of, the times Seto showed him true concern and helped him, the way those eyes made him feel…
Oh god, he liked Seto!
And he wanted him to be okay.
"There's always hope," Joey said softly, and smiled at him. He even dared scooting a little bit closer. "You're still young and there's still time to break that curse. And even if you are the last one, that doesn't mean you have to be alone or miserable. You've got wonderful friends, an adorable brother and… and things are different now. Times have changed. The witches have fallen, and the humans… my people have become a lot more tolerant."
Seto still didn't look at him, so Joey continued;
"I've always been such a great fan of dragons. I used to dream about meeting someone like you. A dragon, I mean." And then you were so much more than I had ever dreamt of meeting. Joey didn't dare add the last bit. "And now that I know that you still exist… when I get home, I'll make sure to arrange things so that you and Mokuba can come and visit, and be welcomed."
At this, Seto finally turned around and looked at him. And he actually looked a little surprised.
"You… you'd do that? Can you do that?"
"Of course I can!" Joey insisted and puffed out his chest. "I am the prince after all. And you and Mokuba are my friends… I'll make sure you never have to hide again. You really shouldn't have to!"
Seto stared at him for a moment, and then he actually smiled. Not a scornful smirk, like Joey was used to… but a real smile. If a little bit amused at his expense.
It was… a nice smile.
"Mai was right," Seto said, still smiling. "You really are something else."
Really nice.
"Pah!" Joey scoffed and hastily looked away. "Didn't sound that way when you first found me in here."
"Well, you did interrupt me in the middle of my breakfast," Seto said, and now the smile turned into a teasing smirk again. "Which reminds me… I never did finish breakfast."
And then he raised his paws, which still had some blood on them, and licked the red fluid off carefully. Joey shivered in disgust and looked away.
"Cut it out," he snapped. "That's so gross!"
"Your own fault. As soon as I felt the magic around this room had been breached, I had to leave Mokuba and go find out who it had done it. Didn't have time to clean up. I was… surprised to find it was you." He glanced at Joey. "Any idea how you did breach my magic?
"Like I said, I just pushed the door, and it slid open," Joey said, and Seto stared at him for a moment longer, then he simply shrugged.
"The barriers are probably getting weak," he stated casually. "It was a few years since I checked on them."
"How old are you, anyway?"
Seto considered the question while he licked his paws clean.
"I think…" he said slowly, "that this year is my five-hundred-and-twenty-second."
"Shit, you're old!"
"And you're a runt."
"What?! I'm eighteen! That's the perfect age!"
"Typical humans… you never even live long enough to get the big picture in life."
"Screw you, lizard-boy!"
"I've told you, human, never to call me that! One more time, and you will wake up as my breakfast!"
"Whatever…
…lizard-boy."
It was nice when things went back to the way they were supposed be.
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Sorry, just felt like doing that. Don't know why. n.n
Argh, even more dialogue in this chapter! . You know, I just realized the last few chapters have been very boring with nothing but talking, talking and talking! Sadly, it'll take a few more chapters before the action gets on again! Sorry! TT.TT
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