Fantasy Dragon's Revenge

[Kyero]

Dragon’s Revenge

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8 Arro, 722 Common Era





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The gentle light of morning crept through the semi-translucent cloth blinds covering her window as a ruby haired beauty stirred from her slumber. The caress of the first rays of the sun against her skin tantalized her senses, easing her out of the world of dreams and into reality. Her eyes slowly slid open. Her left eye slid to the corner, gazing towards the light from the window and squinted against it for a moment before her pupil dilated and acclimated itself to the change in ambience. She let out a soft moan as she rolled onto her back and stretched her arms above her head.


Her elbows gave a small crack as her arms straightened, causing another soft moan to escape her lips as she let them drop back to her sides against the sheets of her bed covering her body. She sniffled, her nose and mouth contorting to the side for a brief instant before returning to a neutral position. She opened both eyes and looked lazily at her ceiling, wondering what the day would bring. She turned to her right side, stretching out her right arm searching for the nearby table which held her clock but she rolled too far and fell out of the bed.


Now laying face down on her floor with the sheets falling on top of her, she let out another moan and turned her head to the side pressing her cheek into the nice cool wood of the floor. The morning was warm, and the cool temperature of the floor was actually somewhat comforting to her as she slowly pushed herself up onto her hands and knees and let out a long yawn. Unconsciously she threw the sheets off of her body and stood up, turning to her window with a half asleep smile as she walked over to it and pushed the blinds out of the way. She opened the window and looked outside, leaning out slightly to see the people wandering about beneath her in the streets.


Her home in Tyaznarak was a modest one. Two stories with two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen, a dining room, living room, four closets, a basement, and a few other rooms which she didn’t know what to do with. Okay, so modest wasn’t the best word for it but what could she say? She’d been here for one hundred years and Fil wasn’t exactly hard for a Dragon to find even if she was trapped in human form. She looked down and saw a woman giving her a gesture with a look of shock and horror on her face. The ruby haired beauty cocked her head to the side in confusion until she realized that she had slept in the nude and was leaning halfway out of the window.


One could imagine the embarrassment of the women and the glee of the men who looked up and saw her bountiful chest overhead. She backed into the house and closed the window, chuckling to herself as she looked down at her naked body. She brushed her hands over her breasts and stomach before again reaching above her head and stretching her body out. She went on her tip toes, stretching her calves and thighs as well with a few more small cracks escaping said joints and she let her arms fall to her side. She let out a yawn and walked to her first bathroom where she climbed into the bathtub and began letting the water run for a shower. At first it was cold, but within moments it was nice and hot and she enjoyed a long refreshing shower to help her wake up.


Once finished, she dried herself off and dressed herself in her usual outfit. It was an interesting and somewhat exotic outfit which she had tailored for herself around three years ago. It was a one piece sleeveless shirt with a collar and bow, and had a cut open where her cleavage was showing a decent amount of it given the size of her chest. It sloped down around her hips and split into a few separate threads, one of which covered the front of her, two thinner ones on the sides, and one larger thread in the back to cover her backside. However, beneath it, all there was were two small ties to hold them fast around her nether region. That and her underwear. It was a very revealing outfit, but one she thought accentuated her feminine human features and she rather enjoyed the sight of herself in a mirror with it. It was almost exciting to examine her body in this outfit, arousing, if you would.


She didn’t know why she was so fond of the human body, particularly the female body, but either way it was who she was so she didn’t bother questioning it.


She prepped herself for her day with breakfast and combed her hair before tying it back in a thick ponytail and walking out of her home and off to work.


“Oh, good morning Sil! How are you think fine morning?” An elderly man asked along her route.


”Good morning Gene. I’m well, thank you. Yourself?” She asked.


“I’m fairly well, thank you. How’s the business?”


“It’s going fine. We have a few new clients which I’m excited to meet today so I must be off. Take care, and safe travels.”


“Thank you Sil. Good day!” He called.


Her name was Sil’Eph Niir, a Divine Dragon of the Higher Plane. The first in over 1,200,000 years to be born. However, like the rest of her kin, she was now trapped in human form due to powerful and unknown dark magic which remained elusive from their sight and senses.


The people of Tyaznarak called her “Sil,” which was a shortened version of her real name and nobody seemed to question it. She didn’t either, and went with it. She owned a business teaching others the art of the blade, as she herself had taken to swordplay less than one year after coming to the Mortal Plane. She had almost one hundred years of practice now, and had mastered all forms of bladed combat. Now she taught clients of all kinds and backgrounds, earning a very nice living along the way.


Her basic fee for beginning students was 70 Fil per month. For intermediate students, 100 Fil per month. For advanced students, 150 Fil per month. To date her body of students included over 320 individuals. 178 beginning students, 96 intermediate students, and 46 advanced students. Her total earnings per month on beginning students alone was 12,460 Fil. From intermediate, 9,600 Fil for intermediate, and 6,900 for advanced students for a grand total per month of 28,960 Fil per month. She’d had this many students for the last three years, earning herself 1,042,560 Fil over the last three years. This was not including taxes and expenses, which brought her down to around 780,000 Fil over the last three years, but since she’d been doing this for 100 years she had far more than enough Fil to last her for ten human lifetimes stored in various banks across the twelve nations.


Being a Dragon who lived infinitely longer than humans helped with that.


She was acquiring three new students today, all beginning students, adding to her total and putting it just above 29,000 Fil per month. She had four studios across the capitol city of Tyaznarak, each one with at least three Masters whom she’d trained herself over the last twenty years. She was the single most successful blade master in the world, and was known throughout many circles as the Crimson Goddess. It was a name she didn’t exactly love, but she didn’t hate it either. It drew in business and also helped her stay in shape as she received numerous challenges from would-be warriors and blade masters looking to test their strength and skill against her. To date, she’d never lost a bout which further added to the business end for her.


As she walked into one of her establishments in the southeastern sector of the capitol city of Tyaznarak, everything inside stopped and the students all were ordered by the Masters to stop, face her, and bow to the Grandmaster of the establishment and the art. She bowed in return, and they resumed their work. Once she made it into her office, she started doing a bit of paperwork regarding payment of the building and a few other minor expenses incurred by the need for equipment for the new students whom she’d meet later on in the day.


One of her other Masters knocked, and she called to him.


”Enter!” She called.


He walked in, bowing to her and she returned it with a nod of her head.


”What can I do for you Master Alpos?” She asked.


“Grandmaster, I merely have a question for you. The three new students are worrying me. They claimed to be beginners, but I was under the distinct impression by their appearance and body language that they were more than adept in the arts. I fear they mean to challenge you and attack you without warning.” He said.


She nodded.


”I wouldn’t be surprised. It’s not the first time it’s happened to me,” She said.


He was a bit confused, but she ushered him out of the room so she could finish her paperwork. Once she had, she wandered outside and found the three new students waiting for her. They all smiled pleasantly to her but she could sense their malicious auras and knew right away that they were exactly as Master Alpos had warned. However, she smiled sweetly back to them, crossing her arms under her breasts and pushing up slightly to pop her cleavage a bit more as she addressed them.


”So gentlemen, how will this work? Will you fight me all at once, or one at a time?” She asked.


Eyes were on her breasts, which she purposefully bounced and watched their eyes trail after them. She smirked, dropping her hands and drawing her blade from behind her back, holding it out parallel to the ground.


”Well?” She asked.


They all shook off the pleasure of her chest and drew their own weapons, rushing her without a single word or warning. Watching them was like watching a fly try and travel through molasses. Slow, painfully so, to the point where she swore she could just daintily waltz between them without ever even delivering a blow. But this had to end quickly or it could scare potential customers and students away, so she quickly darted between them and bashed them all in the back of the head, knocking them out one by one in rapid succession as they fell unconscious to the street. Once they were unconscious, she called a local city guard over to deal with them. They were carried away and she was promised to never have to worry about them again.


She thanked the guard, but she did not move from her position as she felt a breeze come through the streets.


The breeze was cold despite the warm and sunny day overhead, and on this breeze she felt the tinge of dark magic. It was a cursed breeze, one which rapidly chilled the world around her and darkened the skies above. The sun was blocked by a dark circle, like an eclipse but one which appeared as if from within the sun itself to block its light from reaching the world. The sky shifted, turning a deep crimson red like the color of her hair and she glared up at it defiantly as the rest of the world stared in wonder and fear around her. Everywhere people stopped and stared up with jaws agape and soft gasps and sounds of awe escaping their lips. Mother’s grabbed their children and held them close, men who looked young and strong began to slowly recoil in fear, and some of the elders slowly went to the ground to sit down as they could not stand any longer.


Alone in the middle of the street, a solitary figure of bravery and defiance she stood strong against the coming of darkness as the rest of the world began to panic.


Then, as she looked on, her eyes widened as she saw a crack appearing in the sky as if it were made of glass. It started out small. She reached out and compared the size of her hand to the crack, and were it not for the fact that it was miles up in the sky it otherwise appeared to be only only about an inch or two long. By comparison, it was smaller than her pinky finger. Then, it grew. One extended crack at a time, then another, and another, and another. The skies were beginning to split and creak like an old window under the pressure of a giant wind storm threatening to shatter it at any moment.


And then it happened.


The sky failed, and the cracks became a shattered mirror in the heavens. The glassy surface which shattered fell to the earth around her, the giant shards landing in the world crushing houses, people, and cattle before disappearing as if by magic. She looked around, watching the destruction and chaos ensue. People everywhere scattered and ran for their lives, running over and around one another in sheer panic. More than once she saw one or more people literally shove others out of their way so they could reach what in their mind was a safe place, but nobody was safe anymore.


As the sky above opened up it revealed a void several miles wide of pure black emptiness surrounded by churning and swirling dark purple and blue clouds. Sil’Eph was certain that no mater where in the world you were you would be able to see this most ominous and evil of happenings. The void was pure evil, resonating in disharmony with the world around it and creating unnatural phenomenon such as sudden and unexpected dust and wind tornadoes as well as suddenly changing air currents and flashes of lighting coupled with claps of thunder. All around the world was descending into chaos, and there was nothing she could do about it.


As she continued to gaze at this monstrosity, from within the void suddenly appeared a single massive eye, and from that eye Sil’Eph sensed something familiar. It was the same sensation she felt whenever she was near one of her own kind… A Dragon.


That massive eye belonged to a Dragon, but not just any Dragon.


Sil’Eph watched in silent horror and amazement as the eyeball seemed to gaze down upon the earth and landed squarely upon her. The two of them stared at one another in total silence for over thirty seconds, and then the massive eyeball ‘spoke.’


Heir… Heri Ma e konr’ii, Samnh er’aak. Heir, siid ro’be ohnghe ganhn…


(You… I know of you, Divine One. You and the rest of your ilk…)





Sil’Eph Niir understood him perfectly, and it was a threatening beginning to a rather uncomfortable one sided conversation. Speaking in the ancient tongue of the Dragons, Sil had to fight to recollect a bit of the translation, but once she began thinking on it it flowed as if it was the modern Dragon tongue.


Hei’re uayeh am’hate mooro’d zie’dh maehr, Samnh er’aak. Uay e, uayeh de’ah iil’mseh val’d Cerme’sah. Dom’e uay e mooro’se zie’dh, uay e mooro’d zao’hm. Laa’hk mooro’d zao’hm ma e. Maehr udh rhod’seil ah, de’ah est’or uaeyh me’ne. Q’uarha ko aashd’eh, de’ah kroh’se de’ro odhla ma e van’diik…


Maglissos zehr ash’danarm! It yelled, shaking the world beneath her feet.


(Your heart would suggest you mean to stand in my way, Divine One. You, and others of this pathetic Mortal world. But you shall not stand, you shall fall. All will fall before me. My resurrection is nigh, and your time is running out. Return to the Heavens, and warn those fools who thought me vanquished…


Maglissos shall rise again!)


Sil’Eph could not speak. She could not even breathe. The weight of evil emanating from within that void and that eyeball was overpowering her senses and she felt weak as a mere babe in the face of it. Her, a Divine Dragon of the Higher Plane and one of the strongest Dragons in the last 1,200,000 years since the time of her ancestors…


The eyeball blinked and then seemed to focus in on several other locations across the world, turning and blinking a few more times as it searched for something or someone. It landed and remained still a few times more, and each time it did so she could just barely make out something it was saying to whomever it was looking at.


Uay e erd’ah na’ad. Maehr lok’h zaan’iid!


(You have a strong heart. Stay out of my way!)


Every time it stopped, it repeated those words as if it saw whoever it was looking at as a potential threat for whatever reason. What possessed it to stop on whomever it was stopping for escaped her, but whatever that thing was sensing was clearly something it was either afraid of or upset about. It didn’t really give a reason as to why it felt this way, but if its name was to be believed then there was no reason to bother inquiring. Its reasons were its own, and if it was resurrected then there would be no point in fearing whatever it was sensing from these individuals.


The eyeball then turned back to Sil’Eph Niir, blinking once before speaking one last time to her.


Maehr rhod’seil Holnmoniik anh kii’ldh. Ma e gruu’hd uay e sedh, Samnh er’aak.





(My resurrection begins in Holnmoniik. Stop me if you can, Divine One!)


Sil’Eph watched as the eye slowly closed and disappeared into the darkness. The void closed around it, and the clouds dissipated. The skies returned to normal within moments, and it was as if the giant eyeball had never appeared at all. Sil’Eph could still feel the weight of its evil in the air, and she realized that she was holding her breath. She let the breath out, gasping and coughing as she fought to recover from the feeling it placed on her. The sheer magnitude of that evil was overwhelming to an extreme that none she’d ever felt before had been. It took her a moment, but she recovered and stood up straight letting out another soft breath.


Holnmoniik… She thought.


That was where it said its resurrection was beginning. If that was true, hen she knew where her next destination was going to be. It was just a matter of getting there now.


However, now was not the time to think about that. She looked around and saw that the city had suffered more than she knew and the standoff against that thing was only the beginning. From the skies appeared a dark cloud, but this cloud wasn’t just a cloud. It was alive and moving quickly. Sil instinctively reached for the sword at her waist, and as the cloud drew closer she saw that it was a horde of small demons. They were mildly draconic in appearance, but only about eight feet long from nose to tail with a ten foot wingspan. They were bigger than humans, but not big enough to frighten her despite their numbers.


They rapidly descended upon the city, overrunning it and turning it on its head throwing the chaos previously established into an even further void of anarchy. People ran, were caught, and ripped apart limb from limb by the ravenous beasts. Children ran screaming, only to be impaled by their long claws with their parents screaming in horror and agony as they too were torn apart.


Sil was engaged by three of these demons who dove down from above to try and take off her head. Her blade came up first, catching the claws of the first demon as she grabbed its ankle and pulled it down slamming it to the ground. She stomped her foot down onto the creature’s throat, instantly crushing its airways and sending a loud “Crack” through the air. The second demon came down like a charging bull as it rammed into her, slamming her into the ground on top of the first. She let out a gasp, the wind leaving her lungs in a rush as the third came down with claws extended attempting to rip them into the soft flesh of her throat. She forced her head to the side, narrowly missing the attack as it slid passed her and caught the edge of her neck scraping away a line of flesh.


She took in as deep a breath as she could manage, and shoved the demon which rammed into her off of her stomach, kicking it in the lower abdomen and sending it flying back several dozen feet. The nimble creature, however, managed to take wing and prevent itself from skidding across the ground. Sil cursed it in her mind as she addressed the problem of the demon which had tried to take off her throat and which was coming back once more to gut her like a pig. She reached out her hand and grabbed the demon’s left claw, using her blade to stop the other. She ripped her blade along to slice the claws off the right side and used her left to snap the wrist the wrong way, making the left side useless. As the demon roared in pain she slashed her blade across its throat, then again across its stomach, and finally impaled it through the chest before withdrawing the blade to kick the demon away.


The second demon which she threw away was coming back for another round. She waited for it to rush her, dropping to her back and grabbing its tail as it flew overhead. She was dragged for a few feet before she dug her heels into the ground and used the demon’s opposing force to help her get to her feet. She pulled it back around, throwing it in a circle like a rag doll before giving chase and jumping into the air with her blade at the ready. As she landed, she jammed the blade into its chest and slammed the edge of her forearm across its throat. The demon made a choking sound as its life ebbed away under the pressure of her arm and blade. She pulled the blade free and walked back into the middle of the street, watching the carnage overwhelm the city.


Then, she saw another new change. This time, it was from the Earth itself. It was the arrival of the Earth Demons, demons born of the Earth itself in times long since passed and thought to have been eternally banished from the surface of the Mortal Realm by the Gods. Obviously they were no longer banished, or whatever seal was placed on them was now broken. They broke through the ground and concrete in smaller numbers than the winged demons, but still enough numbers that she’d never be able to fight them by herself unless it was one on one. The Earth Demons were over twelve feet high, even when hunched forward, and were at least a full ton in weight.


One of them spotted Slifer, and began making his way towards her. Sil’s eyes widened and flared, flashing brightly against the coming demon as it raised a massive claw aimed down at her. She jumped to the side and watched as it slammed into the ground and sent dozens of shards of debris into the air. A few shards struck her body, cutting into her skin and striking with enough force to cause bruising later on, but for now she was alive and in the fight. She brought her blade up and jumped into the air, setting herself level with its head, and slashing across its face. The beast staggered back in great pain as its face opened up across its nose and mouth and Sil landed on the ground. She lunged forward and jumped at it, kicking it in the stomach causing it to lurch forward as it lost the air in its lungs. As it came down towards her and leaned over her she jammed the blade up into its throat and ripped it away to the side, spilling its blood and bits of muscle and tissue beneath.


Unfortunately it meant taking a shower in the stuff, covering her in blackish brown blood as she slowly walked out from under it before it fell on top of her. She wiped her face off, spitting out a small amount of the blood, and grimaced as the taste of it finally struck her. She almost gagged, spitting multiple times and wiping at her mouth with the cleanest parts of her arms in a desperate attempt to clear the taste from her mouth. She wiped it away from her eyes as well, shaking her head and looking around her at the carnage which was coming to a climax. The city was beginning to go up in flames, the demons killing every man, woman, and child they could find, and the skies above turned black by the wings of evil.


She could not wait any longer. It meant outing herself, but she had no other choice.


Sil’Eph’s eyes began glowing, brightly churning within their sockets as she took in a deep breath and arched her back. As she leaned forward, her mouth opened as if to scream, but what followed was no scream. From within her small humanoid body erupted a Roar such as this Mortal world had not seen in millennia. The Earth itself trembled in fear, the demons all stopped to stare and quivered in fear as well, and as the roar came to a cadence and resolution, the demons all began flying away as fast as their wings could carry them.


Sil let out a soft breath, sheathing her bloody sword as she looked around hoping to see if there was anything she could do to help those who had been attacked and were still alive.


Sil ran to her Masters and students, who had managed to stay alive thanks to her fighting the demons outside, and told them she was leaving. She left Master Alpos in charge of the establishment until her return, and bid them farewell. She returned home and gathered a few of her belongings which she knew she would need: a canteen for water, a top quality hide sack which was waterproof for carrying food, a basic hunting dagger and a wood carving dagger, a cloak to protect her from the sun, wind, and rain, and a coin purse to keep on her person at all times.


Once ready, she set out for the stables where the stable master was keeping two of her horses for her as well as her horse drawn carriage. She paid him a fee for taking the horses back, a mere 25 Fil, and set them up to the carriage. In the back of the carriage was a chest which she was about to fill up with Fil from the bank, one which held a special lock only accessible via a special key she had made by a blacksmith in Esthenheim around ten years ago. She made her way to the nearest bank and withdrew approximately two hundred thousand Fil to fill up the chest, and once it was full she locked it and kept the key on her person safely tucked away in her cleavage at all times.


With that, she hit the road and made her way towards Holnmoniik. It was going to be a LONG journey, but one which she knew she had to make. Whatever was going on with Maglissos had something to do with her kin’s predicament. She would never take to her Dragon form again, she knew that, but if she could rescue her kin’s ability to do so then she would risk all to make it so.