The Supreme Dragon Lord's Bond

Chapter 10: First Attempt

They left after sharing the food Old Brilkatt procured for them.

“Why is that old man still in the yellow level?” Kimora decided to ask, holding Medakkaru’s head as she felt dizzy. She must have drunk a lot of lahkoma. She was already warned that it could get one drunk, but she did not listen. She just loved its taste more than wine or beer.

“You can ask Medakkaru about that tomorrow.”

It was already dark outside, but the palaces had their own respective lights according to their owners’ levels. The lights were magical since Kimora knew very well the power did not come from electrical wires. There was none here at all. She thought this was astounding. If only Earth could get rid of the dangerous wires and posts, she thought it would be great like this. But then again, Dracmond was a magical place.

Medakkaru swayed as he walked, so his brothers stepped at each side of him to drape his arms on each of them. “My brothers…” he said, trailing off. He was too lucky to have brothers like them, even though he constantly brought them public humiliation everytime he lost a duel. Even his parents did not say anything to him about his failures. Or maybe just once or twice and stopped doing it. However, he wanted to make them all be proud of him. That was the reason why he always worked hard and did not stop trying his best to move up and catch up with them.

The Deathbellow House was considered one of the few strongest houses in Dracmond. If they were in rankings, maybe they were the second best. The first one—the Wildshield House—belonged to an elder, Travott. He also battled with the Supreme Dragon Lord himself, together with their parents and others. It was said there were only about ten of the hundreds of houses were left after that great battle against the lone black dragon.

Medakkaru now wondered if his dragon was already awakened, he could have big chances to become more powerful than ever. But still, he had to get rid of Kimora first. By then, maybe his awakened dragon would speak to him and would therefore help him evolve faster than ordinary dragon shifters.

Meanwhile, because of the dizziness Kimora felt, she was barely able to take in her first night view of Dracmond. There were flying dragons above them; there was music somewhere, which made her blink and try to focus. She recognized it was the sounds of trumpets, drums and flutes.

“Let’s go dance!” Kimora said. Her host’s attempt to go to the left was blocked by Pildogoz.

“We will not dance, and you can’t dance in this state, brother,” the oldest of the siblings objected.

“It’s me, Kimora. I want to dance, Pildogoz!”

“Right. It’s music but you’re not supposed to dance it. It’s for the dead. It sounds cheery, but it’s actually sad for us, if you think it that way,” Mirkatthun informed her.

“What? That’s weird.”

“It’s just the way it is in Dracmond. If you dance to the tune of the dead, you’re likely to be unlucky the next days. It’ll be hard to shake it off,” Pildogoz added quietly.

“Oh! That’s… terrible and scary!” she noted. “But you have magic. You can do anything.”

“That’s true, but not with luck. We don’t usually play with luck,” Mirkatthun enlightened her.

“It’s given by the deities, and so we must cherish it. Don’t you take care such a gift in your own world?” Pilodogoz added.

“But why do you think it’s not good to dance to the tune of the dead? Was it ever proven that you’ll be unlucky if you do?” Kimora asked instead of answering Pildogoz.

“There had been recorded cases for that, so we are being careful not to do the same mistake. We just let the music help transcend the dead to where the deities are,” Mirkatthun revealed.

“I thought you’re immortals.”

“We are if there is no foul play or something untoward that happened to us, so it is rare to hear that kind of cherry upbeat music in Dracmond,” Mirkatthun vaunted.

“Well, as for ours, we have different rituals for our dead. Do you also bury your dead? Because we do. But there are also different ways for different people, depending on their origin.”

“No. Our dead are burned, and their ashes are spread in the Ethaljeb Lake,” Pildogoz answered for his brother. “Their ashes have magic essence that helps strengthen the prison where the Supreme Dragon Lord is. But no one can really tell whether he’s alive or not. Some said he just lies dormant beneath the black water.”

“No one will ever know until he’s awake. But I will be the next Supreme Dragon Lord!” Medakkaru chimed in, words were a bit slurry.

“If that happens, brother, we’ll rule Dracmond!” Mirkatthun jeered playfully.

***

The red gigantic palace with towers and pointy roofs was even more majestic at a closer look. Kimora was awed by the gem rivets, as well as the thorough and delicate designs of the sculpted pillars and walls. The high ceilings were almost as high as the skies. The white cool lights that illuminated it was almost dazzling to her eyes but did not hurt at all.

It’s magic! she thought, perplexed.

There was a wide staircase to the left, which had gold banisters. The intricate work details were exquisitely crafted. She thought it was both magic and skills to create such a project. She wondered who made all of this.

“My parents built this palace, for your fricking information,” Medakkaru spoke to answer her silent question.

“Hmm… So, she asked you quietly about the palace,” Pildogoz stated calmly. He and Mirkatthun helped him mount the high stairway.

“No, she didn’t ask me directly, brother. She’s thinking it. I heard it,” Medakkaru answered.

The hallway was wide and well-lit. Its cream-colored walls had a red dragon mural, which was painted with materials only found in Dracmond. They were glowing and lively. The scales looked so real. This awed Kimora even more. She touched the wall, feeling its cool and smooth surface.

“Amazing! It looks so real… alive,” she whispered in bafflement.

Medakkaru swayed a little, and his brother Mirkatthun caught him quickly.

“Let’s just get you to bed. As soon as you wake up tomorrow, drink the apazor potion. Alright?” he reminded him.

The two older brothers deposited Medakkaru in his bed. The room was vast that more than a couple of massive dragons could fit in. The ceiling was high, with white color. Its walls were of the same shade as the walls outside and a painting hung on one side. It almost spanned the entire wall. It was Medakkaru in both his human and yellow dragon self. Kimora thought he was enormous and magnificent in yellow.

“I think yellow suits you better,” Kimora said, pointing at the painting.

Mirkatthun sniggered while Pildogoz snorted.

“He hates yellow but someone special drew that for him, so that stays there,” Mirkatthun informed her with a gesture of his hand.

“Oh!”

“Maybe Kimora and the painter must have the same taste,” Pildogoz muttered in a rather sad tone.

Kimora felt even dizzier, and she barely noticed the vial that Pildogoz placed in her host’s hand before the two brothers went out of the room.

The bed was so soft that she thought she was going to drown in it. She closed her eyes, hoping that everything that happened today was just a dream. However, she woke up the next morning with a grumpy Medakkaru seated on the edge of the bed.

“What’s up with you?”

“I saw your dream, so that means even though I already drank the potion, you’re still here inside my frigging body!”

“Sh*t! So, what now?”