Chapter 8: Old Brilkatt
1194 Words
Kimora was amazed when they were out of the arena. Dracmond appeared to be bigger than she thought. As they descended the steps from the arena, huge palaces in different shapes and heights met her host’s eyes. Their colors also vary according to the highest level of the member of a specific house.
“See that red palace in the middle with two dragon head towers? That’s where we live.” Mirkatthun pointed to inform her.
She noticed it was surrounded by blue and violet palaces, and it seemed there were only a couple of red palaces she could see at the moment. She concluded that everything was color coded in Dracmond, and it was easy to identify who was who and their rank. It also showed in their clothes, as she noticed. Medakkaru now wore white, and Forbreth wore brown. Meanwhile, Medakkaru’s brothers also wore their respective level’s color. Hence, she was getting the hang of familiarizing things in this dragon world.
Maybe coming here is not so bad, she thought. But then, this is not my world. I have to go back. My parents and sisters must be worried about me. But what happened to my body? I wonder if Mia already found my unconscious body. Well, if it isn’t gone in spite of just being my soul coming over to this world. Or is it gone by some magic? No, no, no, no. I should think positively. My body’s safe and sound on Earth. But how can I go back there? Maybe by the same magic? Or maybe not necessarily.
Her host’s eyes swept the entire place that they could ever reach. There were dragons that flew overhead. Some were yellow, white, green, brown, blue and violet. She did not see anyone with red color, the one with the highest rank at the moment.
Down the ground below, as they continued to descend the long stairway that was made of black and white rock, dragon shifters bustled. There was a myriad of purple and golden trees that dotted here and there. To the right, there was a training ground where small dragon shifters practiced their skills in fighting. It actually reminded Kimora about her own childhood, as she trained Taekwondo since she was eight.
“Do you have a leader in Dracmond?” she asked.
“We have the elders as our leaders. We call them Zeneorus. Our parents, who are in the red level along with a couple more others, are part of the Zeneorus. Dragon shifters with over a millennium in age and are in blue and red ranks are the only ones that can be considered as Zeneorus. If not, they can’t be a part of the Zeneorus,” Mirkatthun replied.
Her host’s eyes went round. “You mean your parents are very old? What about you? You don’t look old. All you three look in your early twenties,” she said with bewildered expression on Medakkaru’s face.
Mirkatthun and Medakarru snickered, while only one corner of Pildogoz’s lips lifted into a lopsided smirk.
“Our youngsters are exactly around that age, from twenty-three and below,” Mirkatthun informed her. “I’m one hundred and fifty years old, while big brother here is two hundred two. Medakkaru’s our youngest in his one hundred three.”
“You have no other brothers or sisters?” she queried as they were already on the ash-gray ground level. It was solid, not sandy or earthy. Here, there was something like a hint of homemade bread and floral scent, unlike in the arena where it smelled of burnt conifer tree. She thought perhaps it was because of the dragons that fought there frequently, although the conifer smell was a puzzle to her since she had not seen such a tree around here. So far.
“They actually died a long time ago, and we never got to know them,” Pildogoz answered in a quiet and regretful voice.
They followed a narrow path that led to a square and small palace, which had apparently two stories. The color of the palace was yellow, so it was bright and sunny to her through her host’s eyes.
“What’s this place?” she asked curiously.
There were gold and diamond stones etched in the triangular shaped pillars of the palace, making it glimmer even in the late afternoon sun. She thought at least the golden sun looked familiar.
“We’ll get rid of you, woman,” Medakkaru answered.
She did not know, but it brought fear in her. What would happen to her if that happened? Would she be sent back to her original body? Or would she still be hanging around here in Dracmond like a ghost? Thinking of the latter, it chilled her to the bones. No, not her bones but Medakkaru’s, which made his body shake involuntarily.
She could not stop these guys though. How would she know if it was going to be a good thing if they would not try? She just had to be brave whatever the means they would do to remove her from this unlikeable dragon shifter’s body.
An elderly in his golden robe came out to meet them. He had white hair and chocolate brown eyes. His skin was also brown, like he loved to spend a lot of time outdoors. He peered into Medakkaru’s eyes knowingly, as though they were windows, and he could see the person right behind them. It freaked Kimora out, really. And that smile was kind of diabolic, sending goosebumps on her host’s skin. But at least no one could see them since his clothing had long sleeves.
“What can I do for you, my phylareus?” He slightly bowed to them.
They are equivalent to princes? Kimora realized and was amazed.
“Greetings to you, Old Brilkatt,” Pildogoz said in a diplomatic tone, but the coldness was still there. His hands were behind him. “We need your help.”
“Oh, come on. Get in. Get in, my phylareus!” The old man beamed at them toothlessly, beckoning them to go into the palace. “You have an interesting girl, Phylareu Medakkaru,” he added, peering at his face. The old man was so close that the youngest dragon shifter had to step back.
“He knows I’m here?” Kimora asked in a surprised tone.
“Of course, I see you well.” He clucked his tongue. “Such a pretty girl you are. You must tell me where you came from. I know it’s beyond Dracmond!” he said excitedly.
“Wow! How did you know that? So, I’m not dreaming? Everything is real? How can I get out of this body and go back to mine? Is it safe for both of us?” She bombarded him with questions.
- Writer
