The Supreme Dragon Lord's Bond

Violet eyes slowly fluttered open, accompanied by the feeling of heaviness. Kimora thought her body was bashed a thousand times that she could hardly move. She groaned and heaved as though she just ran a hundred miles. This is weird. Why am I lying in a hard… What’s this? Am I on a street or what? She felt the ground she was lying on with her fingers. It was like she was on a cobblestoned pavement. Loud noises of men’s shouts and hoots registered in her brain. She could see the green sky was so clear, but it was not hot. In the California summer, it should have been already scorching hot at ninety-one degrees Fahrenheit. Wait, the sky is green? Just when did the sky have the color green exactly like my eyes? She blinked fast, still being weirded. “Just give up, Medakkaru!” Someone drawled dangerously. His voice was deep and clearly threatening. She didn’t know who it was. Maybe there was some kind of a thug threatening someone she could not see from where she lay. Her foggy but busy brain tried to remember where she was last. She could recall she was in her best friend’s father’s antique collection room, where special books and paintings were kept. In the heat of the moment, she slipped in there with curiosity. The room was filled with old but beautiful things she had never seen before in any antique shops, galleries or bookstores. An old painting hung in the middle wall caught her eye. It depicted a fierce black dragon that blew golden red fire down the city below it, as though it wanted to ruin the place. She was fascinated by the authenticity of the colors like they were alive. Just as she touched it, a blinding light assaulted her green eyes that she had to close them, throwing an arm to also cover them. That was all she remembered. And now, she was not in that dim-lit room but in a place where there was bright green skies and not hot. She thought it was nice. Maybe she was in some kind of a weird dream. Yes, that’s it. I’m dreaming. Or not? Since she felt someone stomp her in the midsection, making her double over and curl to her side. Her eyes stung with unshed tears, and her lungs were knocked out of oxygen. She groaned in agony, heaving and trying to suck in air back into her system. She even tried to ignore the burning pain in her stomach where that someone had hit her hard. “Why are you kicking me?” she asked, complaining. Wait, wait! There seems something wrong with my voice! She groaned again, but a male voice came out of her throat that her eyes widened in panic, looking at a bulky man glaring down at her. His nostrils flared. He had pale skin and wore some kind of a soldier’s medieval suit. Only that the armor was built in to his shiny brown clothes, seemed like it. His face was fierce, blue eyes blazing, like she had a huge overdue debt to him that she needed to pay right now. What the hell’s wrong with him? The man in his mid-twenties kicked her again. “Stop kicking me!” she complained, groaning. The man smirked tauntingly at her. “I think I may have to kill you and then stop kicking you, Medakkaru,” he sneered. “The f*ck!” a quiet but baritone voice said as though it was in her head. But weird, her mouth moved. No, no. Not only her mouth moved but also her body, without her intention like it had its own mind. One hand clutched at the stomach. “Was it me? Did I say something?” she asked in confusion. “What the hell’s going on?” Wait, why do I hear like I’m talking in a different language? she wondered, confused. “You’re talking Dracum, all right?” That same voice snapped. “What? I’m speaking English. English!” she insisted. Now she looked around, realizing she was in some kind of a vast circular arena. “Wait, why didn’t I notice this before?” The arena was silver gray in color, a weird contrast to the green sky. There were at least a couple of thousands that were present here at the moment. And they were all men! Her eyes went round at this realization. They all wore robes that seemed to be in color codes. From her left to the right, she could see white, yellow, green, brown, violet, blue and red. “Noticed what? And why is there a female here?” Medakkaru whirled around. And yet, he could not see anyone but his opponent, Forbreth. He was the highest-ranked opponent he had a duel with. In Dracmond, they lived in a level system called Dracua. The system had eight levels assigned by colors—white, yellow, green, brown, violet, blue, red and black—with white as the lowest level. At the moment, there was no one that held the highest rank of black. The last time they had one, the so-called Supreme Dragon Lord, he destroyed most of Dracmond. All surviving dragon shifters had to join forces to defeat Kalgruss a thousand years ago. It was said that the battle went on for a fortnight until he was neutralized. Some said that he died and drowned in the largest lake of Dracmond—Ethaljeb, meaning The Black Lake—after the battle. Some said that he became a stoned charcoal that settled in the deepest part of the lake. Some also spread rumors that he was reduced to ashes. The elders said Kalgruss could never come back alive from there, as his powers were all gone after he was defeated. However, some also said that if truly died, he may be able to reincarnate and do the same again, destroy Dracmond. Why he wanted to destroy this dragon shifter world, no one could tell or guess. Some theorized that he was bored since there was no one else stronger than him and could defeat him, so he provoked everyone by destroying the Dracmond world city by city. Nonetheless, some also deduced he was depressed after losing his mate. As it is, dragon shifters recognized only one mate in their lifetime. If one died, the other would be left to either kill himself or just live on and find another purpose. Some of those that lost their mates became trainers or hunters. The trainers helped other dragon shifters to move up in Dracua or teach them some other skills or to develop certain talents, while the hunters functioned as law enforcers. “Have you hurt your brain real bad after I hit you, Medakkaru? There’s no woman allowed in this arena, you know that very well!” Forbreth growled with a goading tone. Medakkaru looked at his opponent with furrowed brows, mouth ajar. “You say Medakkaru is my name?” Kimora asked, horrified.