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Author's Note: I'm sorry I haven't updated in so long…school started August 15, my birthday, and the teachers like making my life a living hell…yeah, so homework is killing me… I'm really sorry, and please don't hate me. :cowers behind tree while angry reviewers throw rotting eggs at me:
You Can't Be the One
Chapter 7: The Sacred Dragon
Korcha and Serge exchanged glances one last time before they mustered up the last of their courage and walked into Isle of the Damned.
(A/N: I haven't been there in FOREVER! So please excuse anything that is wrong about the place, but I will make up some stuff about it too.)
The inside was dark red and eerie from the very first glance. Just the feel of it all left shivers down the boys' spines. Serge went ahead of the other boy, staring at the place with round cobalt eyes.
The place was bigger than he anticipated, and that made him mad. He turned to his partner. "Any idea on where to go?"
Korcha shook his head, which made things even worse. "Well, let's get started," Serge tried to sound excited.
The boys nodded and walked farther into the place, keeping a close eye out for any monsters that were going to attack them. They scurried down the basic 'sidewalk', walking quickly but cautiously.
They came to a fork. Korcha looked at his friend, confusion in his orbs. "Wanna split up?" he asked, at which Serge shook his head. Even if they were pressed for time, splitting up would be the worst idea.
"Which way?" asked Serge, looking at the two different paths. One stayed on the same level, while the other went up a slope. Korcha looked at both with cautious eyes. "Let's go up…"
Serge nodded and went up the slopped path, Korcha following close behind.
"Hey Serge," asked Korcha, breaking the silence.
"Yeah?" replied the other boy, not stopping from his climb.
Korcha paused a minute, trying to wisely choose his words. "Why? Why are you doing all this for her?"
Serge sighed, not really sure himself. "I…don't know. She's my best friend…well, I think she is… I'm not sure who is who anymore!"
He got quiet, stopped climbing for a minute, and released a big sigh. He didn't wait for Korcha to reply, but started up again, and Korcha didn't pry.
Serge reached the top of the slope and walked a few steps so Korcha could walk up too. In front of him was a big wall of ice, about a meter thick.
He reached out to touch it, but his hand went through the ice. Korcha, who had now caught up, was surprised at what had happened.
Korcha also reached his hand towards the ice, and his hand went through. What surprised him even more was the fact that the ice wasn't cold.
"Cha think the dragon is behind this ice?" asked Korcha.
Serge shrugged his shoulders, "Worth a try," he said, trying to walk into the ice, but it was as if he actually walked into a wall.
It suddenly froze up, and Serge fell to the ground. He stood up and dusted himself off. "That's strange…" he thought.
Korcha pulled his hand from the ice, then tried to put it back in, but it didn't work, it was still solid.
Serge and Korcha exchanged glances, the two boys utterly confused. The ice before them reflected all sorts of brilliant colors: purples, blues, pinks, even reds all reflected off its glass. It was five meters high, three wide, and unusually different from anything else in this place. While everything else seemed dead, or half dieing, the glass of ice shone brilliantly against the odds.
As they gazed at the ice though, it started turning itself into a giant wall of stone, which immediately lost all of the brilliance it previously had. Instead, many different shapes of round rocks stood in its place.
"A mirage?" asked Korcha, though neither of them said another word about what they had just encountered.
They looked around to see what else was on the higher level of the isle. Bones. A big pile of bones lay in one corner. There were no paths, just the big rectangular room with the now stone wall in the middle.
That was all that was up there…nothing more. When the two men saw the bones though it gave them chills.
Serge recovered first, shooting Korcha a quick glance, "There's nothing else up here… let's go down."
The other boy nodded and then went back down the rock path, climbing carefully as he went. The path was steep, so steep that it was impossible to just walk down. Loose stones littered it, making it hard to climb, and both times Serge and Korcha sent a shower of stones to the floor.
As soon as their feet hit the solid ground of the path they were just on, the immediately went down the other one, knowing they were on limited time.
The other path was long and winding, meandering around like a river of stone. They went down it quickly, though keeping their eyes peeled for anything that might help them.
But the path went on and on, not branching off into a maze of paths like they had expected. When they got to the end, a giant dragon was sleeping on the edge of the end path.
It must've been fifteen feet standing at full height. Its skin was dark green, like the other komodo dragons Serge had seen back by his home in Arni. Its face was furious looking, although the eyes were closed. It had two giant spikes on each side of its head, towards the top. Yellows and reds lingered on it as well, but the sound sleeping somehow comforted the boys; only a little bit though.
They each pulled out their weapons, sure that this was the dragon they had been searching for. Still unsure of what to do, Serge attacked it swiftly with his Sea Swallow.
That made the dragon mad.
It woke with a start and its yellow eyes turned blood red. It stared at the boys in front of it and let out a loud, ear wrenching cry.
It raised itself to full height, about thirteen feet, and bared its long fangs. Serge took a few steps back, Sea Swallow still raised. Korcha stood beside him.
"Elements?" he asked.
Serge nodded, that was the only thing he could think of that would actually harm the thick hide of the beast.
Serge held his Sea Swallow in one hand and used Meteor Shower to summon the meteorites. They hit the rough hide and left burn marks, but except for staggering the dragon showed no sign of pain.
Korcha followed lead and used Ice Blast, freezing the Komodo dragon in a block of ice.
They used the time it was frozen to devise a plan, but it was only a minute, for the constant movement and slashing from the dragon, as well as the fire it breathed, helped it escape the ice quickly.
(A/N: I know Komodo dragons can't breathe fire but this one is special, remember?)
It reared up again, bringing its claws down towards the travelers. They both jumped away in time, but its claws nipped Korcha's side slightly.
He winced in pain, but then got back to his feet in a hurry to be ready for whatever came next.
Serge slashed at one of the monster's legs, hoping to make it fall. It swaggered a bit, but still stayed standing.
It brought on of its heavy feet up, then tried to bring it down on top of Serge, in a desperate attempt to smash him.
Korcha knocked Serge out of the way in time, but Serge still managed to nip the bottom of its foot with his weapon.
It cried out in pain and began to breathe fire at Korcha and Serge. They dodged again, and Korcha used Ice Beam to freeze the fire.
The fire, well now ice, fell to the ground and burst into a lot of pieces. Serge picked up a big, thick, sharp piece in his right hand and used it sort of like a sword.
The creature tried clawing them again, and Serge sliced its arm with the ice. It roared in pain yet again, but still stood strong.
Then it fell on all fours and charged at them. It knocked Serge over and stood over him, claws raised over his chest.
Serge didn't even have time to think; he just raised the ice sword up and stabbed it straight into the chest, which happened to be soft compared to the rest of the hide.
It struck the beast in the heart surprisingly, and it staggered backwards. Serge rolled away and stood up, the ice sword still stuck in its chest.
The mighty beast fell onto its back where it struggled for a few seconds before finally going still.
The boys waited a few minutes. "Ya think it's dead?" asked Korcha.
Serge took a few steps towards it and poked it with his outstretched Sea Swallow. "I think so…"
'Don't worry Kid…we'll save you soon. Just hold on a little longer.'
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Hey guys. I'm so sorry I haven't updated in so long, again. Stupid homework and writer's block. Anyway, please review, and I'm going to update this one sooner than before to make up for the LONG pause.
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Fox Kitsune