AN: Kept you waiting huh. If the pacing in this chapter is absolute shit, then the reason being is that this was written over the course of several weeks.
To put it bluntly… Astera was in chaos.
Researchers and hunters alike hauled various tools and research instruments in order to find out what new monster they were dealing with.
In the midst of this chaos. An emergency council was held.
The Commander stept forth.
"This is the second time this week I've had to hold an emergency council." He quipped rather idly while looking at the twilight covered sky.
He turned around.
"Right, back on track." He said while turning to face the map covered table.
The Commander continued.
"Now then. To start this meeting we are going to have an in depth discussion about the unknown monster that had a turf war with our local green queen. Chief Ecologist, you may take it from here."
The elderly wyverian nodded his head in thanks.
"Thank you Commander. Now… to start things off, earlier this evening a turf war happened in close proximity to Astera. The subjects of which were Rathian, and our unknown."
The Commander interrupted.
"Any identifying features? Anything we can work with at all?"
"I'm getting there." Replied the Chief Ecologist rather annoyed at the Commander for his impatience.
"There are two defining features of this unknown monster. One, was the size of its tracks. The other was what the scoutflies had to say."
The Chief Ecologist paused to gather himself.
"The tracks themselves were bigger than a group of five men. And as for the scoutflies… They glowed blue." The Chief Ecologist finished.
The Commander fell to his stool, his tanned scarred face buried in his palms.
Lifting his face from his hands, his tired gaze met the elderly wyverian.
"That could only mean it's a brand new never seen before Elder Dragon species."
Suddenly, The Commander shot up from his stool with a determined posture.
His stare like iron, floated towards the corner where a battle-worn man sat.
Clad in the toughest of steels and sturdiest of monster parts; the Huntsmen sat.
Propped next to him was his verdant longsword that brimmed with fiery old power.
"Rudra. I am in need of your hunting capabilities" The Commander justly said.
The newly named Rudra lifted his helmet clad head to meet the Commander's steely look.
"No need to ask, old friend. And besides… It has been about fifteen years since my longsword bit into the flesh of an Elder Dragon." Said the Huntsman with a tone of excitement.
"No, you're not hunting anything."
"Hoh?"
"You, along with five other of our best will lead an expedition into the Ancient Forest to find out what kind of monster we're dealing with."
"And what makes you sure that it's in the Ancient Forest?" Replied Rudra with a questioning tone.
The Commander deadpanned.
"Shouldn't the situation explain itself?"
Rudra burst into laughter.
"Haha! Maybe my years have finally caught up to me and I am becoming senile."
The Huntsmen continued.
"When am I to leave?"
"Tomorrow, in the morning." The Commander supplied.
"What?! That soon?"
"The situation is dire. I have reason to believe this new unknown monster may be linked to the light phenomena that happened two days ago."
The Chief Ecologist butted in.
"You mean that pillar of light that looked like the stars? That light phenomena?"
"Yes, exactly that. Now then, with the expedition out of the way. Let us continue.
Heavy wings beated through the air as Ddraig fled from the outskirts of Astera.
That was way too fucking close.
I am in no way shape or form prepared to meet the wayward hunters that scour the New World.
For if I do and I am not ready and give a bad impression…
Then I become a threat, and the hounds of the Hunter's guild and Research Commission will send their most elite of minions to come and whittle me down with a thousand malice filled blades.
Fucking scary if you think about it.
Just goes to show how real this world is.
Let's just hope that I won't suffer death by a thousand cuts.
The sun began to set behind the horizon, casting a beautiful array of orange and purple hues coating the world in a pseudo night time glow.
I don't think I'll ever get tired of these sights. It's just so relaxing man, the cool wind whipping against my head and on my belly.
And the smell! The forest and sea just blend so right! Granted I may be able to smell all the not nice things but, hey… take what you get I suppose.
Fuck it, I'm gonna go fly around some more, I don't care if I get seen. I WANNA ADMIRE THE SIGHTS GODDAMN IT!
And so, Y Ddraig Goch. The soon to be Great Red Emperor Of The New World, went sightseeing.
Soon enough. The Lush forests and bountiful greenery faded into sand eroded rock and arid landscape.
Yikes, so this was Wildspire Waste huh. Not gonna lie, I like the Ancient Forest better.
It's just something about the view of the forest and the sound of the sea that just brings some peace of mind.
Sand and dry mud cracked and crunched as Y Ddraig Goch landed.
Peering around, he seemed to be in the main area-ish?
Ddraig recognized some areas from the game but other than that? Totally unknown.
See, there weren't any invisible walls to bar him off and confine Ddraig to just the places that could only be explored in Monster Hunter World.
But here? Good luck finding a familiar landmark.
Growling in annoyance at the fact he couldn't figure his way around the land he was supposed to know by heart.
The red horned dragon took to the moon-lit skies once more.
This was absolutely fucking annoying, without a doubt.
How the hell does an area that I know like the back of my hand look this alien?!
I've been prowling the damn skies for what seems like forever. You might think a bird's eye view might help.
But nope. I must have passed several miles of pure Wildspire Waste and not see even a glimpse of what I knew from the game.
To quote the Angry Video Game Nerd: "This is fucking balls."
Speaking of AVGN, I wonder when his next vid-
...Oh yeah, that's right. I don't have the internet or my Playstation anymore.
The former human stopped his train of thought before it could lead him into a mental breakdown.
A melancholic sigh escaped from his maw.
Lifting his head once more and using his sharp eyes to scout about.
All he saw was dry flora, sand, more sand, and dirt encrusted rocks.
Honestly man, this fucking blows. Should've put more thought into this before deciding to take off.
Well, might as well make the best of the situation before-
"Woah!" His animalistic voice boomed out like thunder as he tried to maneuver around the big spire like thing that had pierced the sky.
Now that was unexpected. What the hell was that? Did the dry earth suddenly shit out a spiky turd right before my eyes?!
Reorienting himself, Ddraig turned around to get a good look at what the hell he almost crashed into.
His draconic eyes widened in realization.
Well… it was a spire alright. It was The Wildspire Of The Fucking Waste. Swear included.
No way! If that's there then that means…
His gaze dropped to the landscape below.
Smaller rocks of similar shape of the one he had almost crashed into littered the sandy dunes.
It was the main area of where Diablos would pop out of the sand all death worm style after you slung rocks at the Wingdrakes.
My pondering of how I missed such a landmark made me annoyed to a level I thought didn't exist.
A few quick thoughts later and Ddraig realized just why he didn't find this colossal spire of the wildwaste.
I ended up flying around in cycles like a dumbass. Was my sense of direction really that shit?
You know what? To hell with it, let's just go search uptop the spire and see things from there. My wings ache like hell anyway.
With a mighty flap of his wings, Ddraig ascended to the top of the wild pronged tower.
Softly alighting on the wild-spire his spyful gaze was set aloft to see around his surroundings.
At the rear of him. A jagged shield of mountains lies beyond him, earthly dull in color yet furious in shape.
Almost makes me think that a gigantic Kaiju battle happened there and that's the remnants of their great duel. Real epic if you think about it.
Ahead of him lay the African like landscape. It's hot sands now cooled by the nighttime breeze along with the muddy waters that run along the swampland's.
Man, I've seen documentaries of Africa before. Of how it was the birthplace of paleolithic man, how vibrant the continent's life is.
All these places have a unique beauty to them. The Ancient Forest with it's mythical splendor invoking old stories of fantasy and survival, all of this and more!
The allure here? The raw pressure to endure weighing heavily on your shoulders. When will my next meal be? When will I find the cool water to quench my parched throat? Where will I hide when the predators that hunt me come?
To survive here, you gotta adapt, overcome and evolve.
Only the best thrive here.
While musing over the beauty of such a crude brutal place.
Ddraig's sight caught the form of a barroth stalking the night wrapped wastes.
The Elder Dragon took that as an omen, he knew that Nergigante would show up sooner or later.
Damn. So much for sightseeing. I completely forgot about the Extinction Dragon, the "It Who Ate Fellow Elders".
But I was Safi'jiiva for fuck's sake.
The adult form of Xeno'jiiva, Alien Life made pure is what I was.
Why am I cowering before something that is smaller, weaker than me?
What the hell are these thoughts really… Truth be told, I think Nergigante would whoop my ass.
I just got this body, I don't even know how to use it properly yet.
I guess I know what the hell I'm doing tomorrow.
The head of Y Ddraig Goch found itself lifting upwards.
There, his sight met the stars.
The endless abyssal heaven above lay dotted and marked with stars of many kinds.
They are bright and dim, and grand a color palette they all share.
But they are all pale and dull compared to The One.
Unending in light, brilliant in its endless sapphire shine.
There it was, The Sapphire Star.
Before I knew it.
I was standing up, wings flared out with the constellation patterns on them shining brighter than ever that, along with a deep feeling of nostalgic melancholy.
There were no stars surrounding The Sapphire Star.
The best example I had?
A light beaming forever in the infinite darkness.
Alone… like me.
I have nothing in this New World besides me, and me alone.
But now? I have something… even if it is just a blue shiny thing in the night sky.
O, bastion of sapphire isolation. Won't you hear my request?
Ddraig's body straightened itself and stood more firm, his cosmic wings flared out even further.
Safi'jiiva opened his jaws and let the words flow out.
It was not a grand announcement worthy of an epic, no it wasn't.
Rather… it was an assurance; a promise.
"Let yourself shine alone, no longer my new friend. For I am here."
Unbenounced to anyone. A tear fled from the eyes of Y Ddraig Goch while whispering his oath to The Sapphire Star.
Antares Satevis was a Field Researcher in the Fourth Fleet. Normally what he does is simple.
Study local wildlife, sample Monster tracks, gather supplies if needed.
It had been like this for over ten years.
"Simple… they say… MY ASS IT IS!" was what broiled in the mind of Antares.
For the last two and a half hours he's been tracking down this new Monster.
Emphasis on New, the tracks of the beast did not match up with anything he had in his「Monster Field Guide」.
That, along with how massive the tracks were.
He could lie down in them and still have a bit of room to move.
But there was also the fact that they glowed blue…
Which could only mean a really powerful Tempered Monster, or an entirely new Elder Dragon.
Which was not good in it's own right, truth be told.
And for two hours straight he hauled ass trying to figure out what the hell it was trying to do.
It didn't bother to hunt or drink nor mark territory.
No, instead it landed, walked around for a bit and then took off back into the air.
This repeated nonstop.
It drove him to fucking insanity.
Now, imagine his surprise when he found the subject of his little hunt had perched rather awkwardly on top of the Wildspire of the Waste.
His vision was a little bit blurry from the amount of Raw dash juice and exciteshrooms he had consumed.
But he had found it! The dragon he had been chasing was here in his sights!
Quickly fumbling around in his tool bag he brought out what he needed.
Bringing the binoculars out of his bag and adjusting them so that he could see. He brought them to his grizzled face.
There it was! Red in color and colossal in size and…
Growling in frustration Antares tore the binoculars from his face while adjusting the lenses so they would focus better.
Nodding his head in annoyed success, he once more brought them to his eyes.
His laboured breathing stopped dead in his throat.
Clad in thick red scaly hide and black carapace with white undertones, was the monster he had been chasing since nightfall.
Humongous in size. It was almost bigger than a battleship.
It's human-like clawed hands gripped the coarse tough stone tightly.
His lungs burned, hotter than ever.
He fell to his knees while sputtering for gulpfuls of air.
Fear and panic riddled his mind.
Was this the Incarnation Of Evil? Was this the Red Dragon known as Crimson Fatalis?!
Had the beast come to drown the New World in its hate filled fire?
He quickly calmed his thoughts before they could go any further.
No, it wasn't the baleful black dragon of legend that could burn the world in it's rage.
Pushing himself up, Antares dusted his pants.
Casting his gaze back up to the new unknown Elder Dragon…
What was it doing?
No longer was perched and sat on the rough barbed tower.
Instead, it was standing. Wings flared out and seemed to light up with constellation like patterns.
Bringing the binoculars to his face once more, he studied the dragons face and head.
Vicious in looks and on his crown were sinister black horns.
It's eyes, serpentine in shape and gold in color. They seemed to glow ominously in the dark.
Antares, following the Elder Dragon's line of sight found just what exactly the beast was staring at.
The Sapphire Star shone and glowed brighter than ever.
He didn't even notice the binoculars falling to the sandy ground below as he went to grab the jeweled blue pendant around his neck.
It was like something out of an old fable or fairy tale.
The sight alone invoked his inner child.
Old memories of when he was still naught but a child, wandering around his home and village.
Antares could still smell the sweet scent of pie being cooked in the air, roasted mushrooms and smoked meat alike being tossed up into the ether above.
While Antares was fondly remembering his childhood, certain events happened…
"Ah… yes, the festivals and plays that were held in the village square… I wonder if I should go back home? It has been ten years since I last saw Father and Mother. Maybe-" Antares fond thoughts of home were cut off.
The unknown Elder Dragon had roared furiously due to the ground beneath him cracking and shifting underneath its bulk.
Its response?
"YOU GOTTA BE FUCKING BULLSHITING ME!" Was the foul words that spilled from the Red Dragon.
The nostalgic mood that Antares so enraptured had been shattered utterly and totally.
More profanity and curses alike continued to spill from the Horned Dragons lips.
Antares did not notice the form of Y Ddraig Goch flying over him as he had been so wrapped in his own madness due to him hearing the profanity of the Welsh man turned dragon.
Kneeling in the sand, leather clad palms meeting his face. Delirious laughter poured out of his poor throat as he kept on muttering the same thing over and over again.
"To hell with going home. I really need to lay off the Exciteshrooms and Demondrugs."
It is still said to this day that the echoes of mad laughter can still be heard through the bowels of Wildspire Waste.
My annoyance knows no bounds tonight.
Seriously! It does! It's like this universe is out to get me or some shit.
First, I wake up as Safi'(Motherfucking)Jiiva, next I have a breakdown, melt Rathian to goop, end up spending a good two or three hours getting lost in a place I should know like the back of my hand, and have a good mood with my new friend broken!
Who gives a shit if it's a blue dot in the night sky.
I felt a connection goddamn it.
The man turned dragon huffed.
"I best not let my mood get the better of me," Ddraig mumbled to himself.
It was good practice for my vocals.
Heh, thinking about it now… That's probably the only thing that's human about me.
Which reminds me. Could Safi'jiiva speak?
I wonder if I should go fly over the Guiding Lands to say hi.
Nah, that would just open a whole can of beans that I don't want to deal with.
For now however. I should focus on settling in and learning how to use the power that's held within this new body.
You know what… Let's just focus on getting home for now.
Heh, I just realized that my home is a big branch on a tree.
And so, the night continued on without any trouble or delay.
Astera at night was a soothing experience for Morrígan.
The combined ambiance of the watermill and the steam works of the smithy made a very comfy mood.
Add that with the smell of the canteen cooking up nightly meals for any researcher or hunter that's working late into the night?
Oh, well. Let's just say that you're gonna be sleeping good tonight.
But enough of that. Morrígan was gonna have her first quest tomorrow.
Nothing too big, just taking out a pack of Jagras.
But what made it exciting? The fact that the Huntsman would be accompanying them. A hunter of renown back in the Old World.
He was there to track down and catalog the new Elder Dragon that crashed into Astera with Rathian earlier today.
It was also kinda scary too. A brand new never seen before Elder Dragon Species just pops up out of nowhere.
But it also freaked her out further because an eyewitness said that it was "Bigger than any battleship I've ever seen."
Morrígan let out a shaky sigh as her anxiety was starting to get the better of her.
Her thoughts were a steaming engine of a mantra being repeated.
"Don't worry, it's just exterminating the local Jagras. Shouldn't take no more than a few hours."
After her emotions had calmed, Morrígan quickly stood up from the wooden stool she had sat in and made her way to the quarters.
"Yeah, nothing could go wrong tomorrow. It's just a pack of Jagras and that's it. Maybe a bit of awe and wow, when we see the tracks of this new Elder Dragon." Was the naive thoughts of Morrígan Dagda.
Oh how wrong she was…
Have I ever told you that my eyesight is awesome? I haven't? Well lemme tell you. Being able to see perfectly in the low light Ancient Forest, is well… fucking awesome to say the least.
Ddraig's nostrils flared as he took in the night air.
It was clean, crisp. Subtle hints of the sea blended in with moist greenery along with the late smelly dregs of food and ash.
I am never gonna get tired of this, I know it.
Peering over the late night horizon, Ddraig's eyes caught sight of dark tumbling clouds.
It was going to rain tomorrow… not too harsh on the downpour and maybe last for a good two to three hours.
Ddraig's lips curled into a grin.
Yeah, I still got it. Even as a dragon of epic proportions, my storm chasing eye is still good as ever.
Soon enough. Y Ddraig Goch, caught sight of the big branch that he called home.
He landed on it without a care in the world…
~crack~
In a split second his draconic eyes widened as he realised what he had done.
~Shatter~
Almost like a speeding bullet he fell towards the forest floor.
He repeated the last words of Gael Owen.
"Fuck."
The crash of his massive frame sent tremors throughout the entire forest.
Upon an empty eternal realm where dreams are made… Two things sat opposite of each other.
One was a dark green haired nude woman.
The other was a Red Horned Dragon.
~We passed upon the stair…~
They stared at each other for an eternity and an instant.
~We spoke of was and when.~
Recognition and shock were the emotions that were mirrored in their eyes.
~Although I wasn't there.~
Immediately the woman exploded into a million questions.
~He said that I was his friend~
The Horned Red Dragon simply let his jaw fall open as he couldn't comprehend what the Hell was exactly going on.
~Which came as some surprise~
The woman now out of breath from her rapid-fire questionnaire looked at the Red Horned Dragon with an expectant look.
~I spoke into his eyes~
The Red Horned Dragon snapped out of his stupor and gave an answer which infuriated her greatly.
~I thought you died… A long, long, time ago.~
The Woman roared in fury as to why he didn't know anything.
~Oh no, not me!~
He simply replied the same thing.
~I never lost control.~
Grabbing her head in great frustration, she looked back at the Red Horned Dragon and yelled once more.
~You're face to face.~
"Why aren't you dead!"
With the Man Who Sold The World!~
The Red Horned Dragon chuckled and said.
~I laughed and shook his hand.~
"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not… I don't know anymore.
~And made my way back home.~
The woman collapsed in distress as she couldn't find any answers as to why the Red Horned Dragon was still here.
~I searched for form and land.~
The Red Horned Dragon reconciled her.
~For years and years I roamed.~
The Woman, now on her knees, gave a thankful gaze to The Red Horned Dragon.
~I gazed a gazely stare at all the millions here~
Their eyes met each other and a proper greeting was said in their gaze.
~We must have died alone~
"My name is Morrígan Dagda…"
~A long, long time ago.~
The Red Horned Dragon hummed at her introduction.
~Who knows? Not me!~
The Woman took this as an offence.
~We never lost control~
"It's impolite to not introduce yourself to someone who just greeted you."
Was the remark of the woman who was in mild disbelief at the lack of the Red Horned Dragon's manners.
~You're face! To face!~
The Red Horned Dragon humphed at this.
~With The Man Who Sold The World!~
"Well, well then. Nice to meet you Morrígan Dagda, daughter to whomever your father may be."
The Woman opened her mouth to retort the sassy remark of the Red Horned Dragon but when she tried to find its form…
It had long vanished.
And so did she also vanish from the Eternal Realm of where Dreams are made.
Something pattered against Ddraig's head, it was cold, soft, wet and slick.
The Dragon's eyes fluttered open as it was awoken by the rain.
Groaning, Y Ddraig Goch made himself aware of his surroundings.
I feel like utter shit. What happened last night?
Oh yeah… that's right. I fucking fell off the damn tree cause of me landing too hard on it.
A stray drop of rain hit Ddraig's eye.
Grunting at the sudden uncomfortable cold feeling, he pushed himself up.
Yeah, I am hella fucking tired.
He felt so exhausted. It was tiring just to breathe!
Gathering his senses, Ddraig assessed his surroundings.
A dull grey sky with a soft downpour. The trees around him were flattened by his fall, there was also a small crater of where he had landed.
Man, that could've gone worse. At Least I don't have any broken bones… Yet anyway.
Orienting himself, Ddraig yawned, with the last vestiges of exhaustion fading away.
Huffing a deep breath, he checked his body.
Yep. Everything still seemed to be in one piece. My hide and carapace are still intact, I have a bit of bruising. But not too bad otherwise.
Damn… this body is really fucking strong.
Well, I guess that's to be expected from Safi'jiiva after all.
Lifting a hand to his snout to rub out the last dregs of sleepiness he-
His draconic hand reeled back due to the Wet, thick, slimy mass that had made contact with his snout.
"Ah! What the?" The Dragon mumbled while looking at his hand.
My hand was covered in mud…
Even the new day somehow manages to annoy the fuck outta me.
Grimacing at the now smeared mud on his snout as the raw earthy smell of it invaded his nostrils.
"You know rain… I love you and all… but some days I just really hate you."
That's true too. I love the rain, but today? Rain can go fuck itself.
"Nary have I ever heard an Elder Dragon of all things speak the common tongue of man." an unknown warped voice spoke out.
A snarl of shock escaped the maw of Y Ddraig Goch as he was caught off-guard.
My head whipped to where the voice had come from and….
There he was. On a fallen moist mud riddled log there he stood.
Short in stature, head covered by a wide-brim hat that was hidden by a white webbing of sorts.
It also concealed his face. Not only that but he also had a gnarled wooden staff of sorts, his other hand was coiled around the many talismans that were tied around his neck.
"Well then… Speak! I heard you talk but a moment ago didn't I?" The warped voice shook him out of his observation.
Oh? A First Wyverian… that wants me to speak. What fucking loonly world have I been dropped into.
Yeah! That's right! A world filled with monsters.
This First Wyverian's tone is affecting my mood.
"I'm waiting." His tone took a mocking turn as he tried to goad me.
He wants me to talk?! Sure fucking thing, I'll talk to his old dusty ass!
I slowly but surely made my way to him, my steps sending minor tremors in the earth.
As I closed the distance between us, I noticed something.
His hand was ever tightening around his gnarled staff.
Was he beginning to get afraid of me?
With this revelation in mind. Ddraig honed his senses and found out just what exactly was happening to the First Wyverian.
With a sniff of the air. I smelled something, my new body told me this scent was Fear. The odorous smell of sweat laced with adrenaline wafted through the air.
focusing on my hearing, I heard it. The race of his heartbeat, like a drum reaching the apex of a song… it only grew ever faster the closer I came.
With my sight. I saw his body become stiff and rigid, his posture unconsciously changing to be ready to run at a moments notice, the First Wyverian's knuckles became white due to the sheer grip he had over his pendants and talismans.
In short?
He Was Afraid Of Me.
The distance between us was closed. I was right in front of him.
I lowered my head.
Opening his jaws, Ddraig let his breath wash over the small old First Wyverian.
The smell of fear was ever thick. The sound of fear was ever louder. The sight of fear was ever present.
I let the words spill from my lips.
"Come now, don't be afraid. You wished to converse with me didn't you?" His voice was deep and loud. A sinister tone infected every word that came out.
I waited for this response.
Nothing came… The First Wyverian was all but petrified by his fear.
A few chuckles left my throat at this pitiful sight, but truth be told, I think I would've been no better.
I continued.
"Don't want to speak do you? Shame then. Maybe next time." Ddraig's voice boomed out as he turned away from the old fear struck being.
Unfurling his mighty wings, he took off.
You know… I kinda feel bad for doing that. Scared an old man half to death.
But hey, he had it coming.
With nothing but the sound of rain pattering heavily against his horned head and the beat of his wings filling the air.
He flew away from the crash site of his foolishness.
Let me tell you something. DON'T FLY IN THE RAIN! It's stressful fucking something fierce, I'll tell you that.
I've only been in the air for about ten minutes now. And boy oh boy does the rain like to get right into your eyes.
Even with my enhanced sight, I still have to blink constantly to prevent my vision going to absolute shit.
Squinting doesn't help one bit. In fact, it makes it a little bit worse.
It was awful. Simply awful.
That's it. I'm gonna land, near the beach should be good enough.
Through his hazy vision. Ddraig tried to make out the beach.
After a little bit of more hell via flying through the rain, Y Ddraig Goch managed to make landfall.
Sending tremors throughout the ground as Ddraig landed he noticed something as the dust kicked up from the wet sand cleared up.
I landed where I had my breakdown…
Looking down at the shore of where he had his breakdown.
It was different. The stone that had made up the shore was reduced to molten slag and had cooled down leaving behind a very off perversion of what the place used to look like.
I was shocked. I did that for fuck's sake. Ruined the shore of a beach with naught but my rage alone…
This body is scary.
More reason to master the godly power in it then.
But how though? How will I shoot beams of raw energy from my mouth? How will I send it through my limbs to make the ground erupt in mighty explosions?
First thought that came to mind was my encounter with Rathian yesterday.
The ball of fiery destruction came closer.
The feeling I had yesterday…
I felt something well up within me… Giving me strength and endurance almighty.
The Feeling…
~Stomp~
What was that? What Fucking Now!
~STOMP~
It was louder this time, not faint at all.
~STOMP~
Snarling in anger, Ddraig wheeled his body around to see what intruder that dared walk into his time of self mastery.
There! Hidden in the bushes I could see it.
Blackish gray was its coat of fur, pinkish red was its hide, large was its size, muscles it had in plenty.
Anjanath Had Come.
I stared the brute wyvern down as it did to me.
Really? Really? Really?!
This is what came to me! Anjanath?! I fucking expected something better!
The damn thing had the gall to roar at me, its loud bellow echoing throughout the Ancient Forest.
My rage reached levels I never knew existed.
I felt something. It was cold, it was hot, it was warm, it was cool.
My eyes widened as I remembered what this was.
This was The Feeling.
Once more the almighty strength and endurance was gifted to me.
I felt damn near unstoppable. As I looked again, Anjanath was rearing up to charge me.
Felt a grin place itself on my lips.
The first official thing I did with The Feeling?
Was to make this Jurassic Park Extra run the fuck away from me in total fear!
As if responding to my intent, The Feeling quite literally made my intent manifest itself.
The World was drowned in crimson anger as Y Ddraig Goch made an engine of fear out of Anjanath.
I could feel my own killing intent saturate the air. I watched as Anjanath flared out its dorsal fins and nose-bone, the reaction of my rage made manifest boiled Anjanath's world.
It's roars- No… not roars, screams. Filled the air.
Okay, yeah that's enough now. I feel like a total edgelord.
Breathing in, Ddraig focused on culling his killing intent and rage.
He breathed out.
Immediately the pressure of death had faded.
My little test dummy Anjanath took this opportunity to haul fucking ass outta here, its trumpet like screams filling the Ancient Forest.
I couldn't help but laugh at that, truth be told.
"HAHA! Holy shit, that was too good." With that out of his system, Y Ddraig Goch looked back to the ruined shore.
Now then… back to Self-Mastery.
Moving towards the broken melted shore, he quickly found himself at it's edge.
Closing his draconic eyes, he sat.
Just remember to breathe. That's all there is to it.
In. Y Ddraig Goch, called upon The Feeling once more.
Out. A little bit of a buzz, it was coming.
In. Energy began to stockpile and spread throughout his body.
Out. The Feeling had come, ready to obey its master.
There it is. Going into awe once more at the sheer power he had hidden within his body, Ddraig began to do exercises he made up on the spot.
Flexing his muscles, standing up on two legs, curling and stretching his barbed tail. Simple stuff really.
I still wasn't exhausted, no sir I wasn't.
Alrighty then, time for the big guns.
Walking even closer towards the water, Ddraig started his preparations.
I let the energy flow into my throat, letting it condense and become more powerful and before it became too much. I let it die down and flow back into my body.
Repeating this process several times… let's just say I got a decent enough grasp on how to do uber cool beam attacks now.
I stared out into the storm covered ocean.
Let's do this! I let The Feeling stockpile into my throat.
It became more powerful the longer it was held.
Just a bit more!
More refined, more folded!
There!
Y Ddraig Goch let his beam of destruction free from his maw.
A blast of all-powerful cosmic light parted the waters.
I don't know how long I stared at the water… I could even see the melted down channels of stone of where the beam had passed through.
You know what? Fuck it, let's do it again.
The Feeling poured energy into his throat once more.
Ddraig let the energy run its course.
The Stockpiles upon stockpiles of energy were now converging in his throat.
I condensed it. Made it smaller, more accurate, stretched it, milled it. All the things that I could have done. I did.
A spilling point was near.
Y Ddraig Goch opened his jaws once more and-
A fine laser shot out with great accuracy and speed.
Guiding the laser to my targets, I watched it destroy and melt down the faux enemies without any remorse.
Closing my maw and canceling the flow of energy. I looked down at the destruction I had wrought.
Vapour was thick in the air, the sound of boiling water was loud and heard. Melted stone was visible from the flash-boiled water.
I don't know what to feel really… Disturbingly, I reminded myself of the Atomic Breath of Shin Godzilla.
I think that's enough of kaiju laser beam attacks for now…
A sigh escaped from Ddraig's maw.
Let's try something else shall we?
I wonder… Can I reinforce my body with my energy?
Focusing once again, Ddraig sent his power down to his arms as a little test first.
Imagine his surprise when his claws lit up, an audible hum being heard as motes of light constructed themselves on his claws in mere moments.
What… The fuck?! I don't remember Safi'jiiva being able to do this!
Bringing up my hand, I took in every detail about my claws.
They more or less resembled swords at this point.
White, glowing, humming, swords might I add.
Ddraig lowered his hand down to the cracked wet stone below.
He watched his claws sink effortlessly into the ground.
Raking them across the stone, Ddraig noted that they melted the shore stone as well…
Never fucking mind swords. They were lightsabers through and fucking through.
My claws even hummed man!
I wonder what would happen if I focused even more energy on them?
Lifting his hand, Ddraig pointed the energy-clad claws out to the ocean.
His power began to pool within them, the hum started to get louder.
As more and more energy pooled in his claws, he noticed something.
A small round ball was beginning to form at the end of his claws.
And the ball got bigger and bigger, the hum once quiet was now a roaring cacophony of noise and power.
It was starting to destabilize. It was gonna fucking explode in his face!
What the hell should I do!
The man turned Elder Dragon did what any sane man would do.
He pushed the damn thing.
With a mighty boom the ball of unstable power was sent spiraling towards the ocean!
Ddraig banished his lightsaber claws, watching them turn into motes of light that faded back into his own body.
Looking at the horizon of where I had shot the damn thing, I began to ponder. What exactly would that ball do?
He got his answer by the bright light exploding in the distance.
Reeling from the sudden brightness, Ddraig roared in shocked surprise.
What came next however was worse. A deafening bang rocked the former man's world
Collapsing due to the raw noise of it all, roaring as loud as he could in utter defiance.
The ringing in my ears never left as I desperately clawed at the ground to gain some fucking semblence of reality in hopes that I was okay.
My vision was shagged, my hearing is beyond blasted.
Finally after a good while (Don't know how long truth be told.) My sight came back, my ears still rang a bit. But I was mostly okay.
I blinked god knows how many times before proper sight managed to regained.
Standing up was a fucking challange in of its own.
See, my equilibrium is fucked. I can't make heads or tails of what's left or right, down or fucking up.
It was a good half an hour before I even managed to stand up and move around.
Shaking my head, I made sure everything in me and on me was good to go.
Wings? Check, not too sore along with no pain.
Main body and limbs? Good to go.
Alrighty then… That's enough of self mastery today. I fucking ended up on the ground shouting because of it. I wonder if this is karma for scaring that poor old dude not too long ago.
Y Ddraig Goch flared his wings and was ready to fly the fuck outta here, he didn't want any fucking hunter's showing up and giving his ass a hard time.
Something tumbled out of the brush.
Oh what fucking now!
As I turned myself around once more, I summoned my power and let my intent flare out and drown out the world.
Only for it to fade as I saw just what exactly tumbled out of the Ancient Forest.
Dark green hair matted with sweat and water alike.
Scarlet eyes wide with shocked recognition.
I knew her.
My own eyes mirrored the emotions that were present in hers.
I made her.
This was impossible. How in the seven heavens and ten hells is She here!
HOW IS MY CHARACTER HERE!
She clenched at her chest in what seemed to be great pain.
But I didn't care. My clawed hand reached out to her, I wanted to hold her, to prod at her. To figure out why she was here.
As my hand reached ever closer. An armored figure jumped from the treeline with a warcry.
"HAAH" cried out the Huntsman as his verdant blade lashed out at Y Ddraig Goch.
Only for his blade to bounce right off the tough scales of Y Ddraig Goch.
A shout of alarm came from the Huntsman.
Roaring in shock as Ddraig was caught off guard again, his trance was broken and his senses returned to him.
My hand shot back to my side as I took a better look at the armor clad man-
It was the Huntsman.
Oh fuck me…
He jumped to my character's side and shouted out
"A-Lister! Can you hear me! A-lister! Are you alright?! Morrígan!" The elite hunter shouted.
Morrígan… even her name is still the same.
He turned to me and held out his sword much like a samurai would.
"Have at you then!" came the cry of the man, his voice old and grizzled.
He charged at me with all the might he had.
How does one best an elite hunter that's fought Elder Dragons before? Well, it's simple really. Just take away their weapon!
Unfortunately most monsters don't know how to disarm a human being.
But, I'm not most monsters.
He tried to slice at my left elbow. Too bad I moved the offending limb from his line of sight.
With the limb now in the air, the Huntsman had no target. His blade hit the stone floor rather comically.
"What!" his shout of shock as the red Elder Dragon moved his arm out of range.
Like a snake, my hand came down like a torrent and swiped the man.
And… Holy fuck man, I just realized how big I am.
This man must have been around 6'2 or 6'3 but with how I'm holding him? Fucking guy was as big as toy in my hand!
Ddraig mildly shook his head as he was still in a battle of sorts.
The Huntsmans was shouting and flailing with all the strength he had, only for it to be naught.
His hand was still gripping the long as fuck sword.
I'll be taking that, thank you very much.
Using his one free hand to push himself up, Ddraig stood up.
Alright, let's see here. His clawed fingers tumbled around the elite hunter in a gamble to grab his longsword.
Oh, come the fuck on! Stop moving around! Fucking guy was like a worm.
Finally, my three digits managed to find the end of the verdant Longsword and with a little bit of force.
Ddraig pulled the signature weapon of the Huntsman away from his writhing armored body.
With the verdant blade now firmly held within my right hand, I threw the Hunter down like an abandoned toy.
"TEACHER!" A new voice shouted out
Ddraig casted his gaze to the newcomer it was…
It was the Field Team Leader. Oh fuck me.
Like a bolt of lightning he was at his teacher's side immediately.
"Are you alright!" his worried yell came out.
The Elite hunter lurched up. "I'm fine! Go get Morrígan and yourself out of here, I'll send an SOS flare!"
"Alright then, Hurry though! We don't know when that thing might attack again!" shot back The Field Team Leader.
As his pupil raced towards the A-lister, the Huntsman produced a flare from one of his pouches and lit it up, sending flying in the air.
That's my Que to get the absolute fucking hell out of here!
Flaring out my wings, I poured all the muscular power I had in them to achieve flight.
In but a few moments I was racing throughout the sky.
The Feeling Started to fade from my system.
I asked myself a question.
"Just what the hell have I done?!"
AN: Wanna know something? In the last chapter, I said the new chapter is gonna come out in roughly five days. Well, it's been about a month and three fucking days since that chapter came out. Turns out I am an absolute lazy crock of shit that doesn't know the word discipline. Over the course of several weeks I fucking wrote this damn thing with the greatest of despairs. When I first opened the document, it stayed empty for a good 10 fucking days before I punted my ass on my chair and got to writing.
But truth be told, I never fucking thought that it would end up as a 7000 word document most of the end you read was written today over the course of several hours of me finally getting pissed at myself and marathoning the hell out of my imagination.
with that finally out of my system. Let's get to review replies.
Thanatos413: Glad my story was good enough to get you to fav and follow my story but as well getting you to buy the expansion. Thanks a'lot for your review man.
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Chris Rock27: I got your PM man. And I just wanna say. I AM NOT ABANDONING THIS STORY! The last month was me being a total fucking lazy ass that didn't bother to write at all. As a matter of fact, your PM and review kinda helped me get back on track with the story. Thanks a ton for helping setting myself straight.
And that's all of it. I just wanna say again that I'm sorry for keeping people waiting. Really, I do. If I wasn't a lazy ass half the time then this chapter would have been out ages ago.
Anyway, see y'all later. And don't worry about the next chapter taking a month again for it to come out. I REFUSE TO LET THAT HAPPEN AGAIN.