In a room devoid of light, the only source from a single flame placed on a pillar. A luxurious bedroom, surrounded by art and statues that cost a fortune.
A golden-haired man sat upon a silver throne, who seemed to be carved from the very marble decorating his room. He wore a white chiton robe with golden accents. That matched his golden eyes, which resembled a lion's.
"Is it done?" The golden-haired man took a sip from his jewel-crusted chalice, his legs neatly folded.
A sense of oppression emanated from his being, a beastly type of aura one would expect from a wild animal, and not a man.
His golden eyes pierced into the man before him. A brown-haired middle-aged man, a badge attached to his lapel, a roaring boar. The vicissitudes of life present on his face for all to see, his face devoid of emotion, but his trembling foot betrayed his facade.
"Yes, my lord." He bowed his head, his fingers filled with rings, were clutching a book tightly against his chest, his fingers leaving impressions. His eyes were nervously glancing at the man before him. As if he had seen a lion before his very eyes.
"That look." His mouth contorted into a frown, his body moving slightly forward, the light revealing a jagged scar that dragged from his chin to his forehead, the only stain on his near-perfect face.
"No, My Lo-" The brown-haired man tried to defend himself, only to be waved off by the golden-eyed man.
He flashed him a smile, a quick change as he leaned back into his seat. "It's fine." His words, as friendly as his tone.
"I get it." His white teeth shone in the darkness.
"What type of man poisons his father?" He chuckled, his hands gripping his armrest. The silver was cracking from the force of his grip.
His eyes lit with fanaticism, as his eyebrows tilted, his lionlike eyes narrowing like a predator seeing its prey.
"This kingdom is sick, a weed that must be pulled, a poison that must be flushed." His voice rising with each word, the passion increasing like the incline before a drop, he paused, before slamming his fist on his throne, a dent forming from the impact, " And I will be the hero to save it."
He smiled to himself, fiddling with a ring on his index finger. He stopped smiling, his eyes twisting towards the brown-haired man.
"What are you still doing here?" He scoffed, causing the man to walk out in a swift motion.
Once he was sure that they were gone, he downed his drink and spoke a word.
"Violet"
A shadow on the floor grew, materializing itself into a figure. Draped in a cloak, the only thing visible was the color of the hair, the shade of blood.
"Dispose of him once he accomplishes his goal."
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[Listen, child] Her face turned to mine, her velvet eyes staring at me. Her eyes, like a ruby gem, felt like they were staring into my soul.
I ignored the unpleasant sensation and continued to speak in my tongue.
[My time in this world is limited; even now, you must feel your mana fading.]
I could feel it as clear as day, every second that passed, the anchor that held me here faded. This body itself felt unnatural, like it was merely a vessel rather than the real deal.
The secrets of summoning were being laid bare before my eyes.
She nodded, her face unmoving like a doll.
That nasty trait of hers unnerved me, even if I knew it was probably a perk of possession.
[The moment I responded to your call, our fates were intertwined.]
It was more than that, but I didn't want to scare her. I could feel a part of her change, as if it belonged to me, and I could feel a part of myself belonging to her.
Much like the wolf, I shared my blood with. Except this was more intimate.
Regardless, when I would inevitably be returned to my realm, I would always be able to hear her calls.
Our meeting also helped me understand the mysterious text.
[My size is a result of your meager power.]
I never quite understood summoners. why nurture a creature to fight for yourself when you could fight on your own?
It was why I always hated playing that friendly tree creature with his stone golem. On his own, he could only provide support.
But it wasn't time to discuss philosophy on life choices, besides, I didn't even know if this was truly her choice.
I could instinctively feel it as a summon, the larger her reserves and the more power she had, the longer and the bigger I would stay/be.
She frowned but nodded, the corners of her cheeks creasing gently, her eyebrows furrowing but not enough to be noticeable.
A true ice beauty.
It was an art to understand her emotions, but as long as she was my summon, I would try my best.
[Do not fret, for you are not alone.] I spoke the words I knew she wanted to hear. As a fellow, whatever we were, I wanted to reassure her.
[I Bahumat, swear upon your safety.] Lightning flashed outside, in the bright, clear day.
Her nonchalant expression broke apart, as the floodgates that were her eyes let out a torrent of rain, her hands moved quickly, I could have easily dodged, but I let her grab me
She grabbed hold of me and hugged me. Her mana pouches, squishing against my regal body. After a while of her letting out her emotions, and a ton of sniffling.
I cleared my throat.
As much as I enjoyed being held by such a fine lady, we did not have the time.
She blushed as she put me down, the red that matched her eyes crept up from her neck towards her ears, her gaze left mine as she looked at the floor, her hands tugging on her uniform.
It was nice to see her show some emotion, but I had to get down to business.
While I was glad her words slipped out of her mouth if heard by players, it could prove dangerous, more so if an evil god heard her.
[Do not ever utter those words out loud again.]
Her gaze once again was on me, her head tilted slightly, and an eyebrow raised so low one would think it hadn't moved.
[Thinking of those words might achieve the same results.]
Of course, I knew they did, but I'd rather her come to the same conclusion on her own.
"Yes," Her voice squeaked out. She quickly grabbed her notebook and started writing. After writing what she could remember, she stopped and put the pen down.
Her face turned towards mine.
"Do you have one?" Her slightly tilted head, once again, was the only evidence, of the inquisitive nature of her question.
I knew what she was referring to, that strange text that kept showing up. I didn't know the significance of it, but if it was dangerous to let others know my actions would be corrected.
[I said the words you spoke in English.] My eyes locked onto hers.
[A blue screen with white text showed up.] She looked at me with a blank look, and then started nodding resolutely, her silver hair bobbing up and down.
An expression I couldn't read on her face.
"I must have given you one." Her eyes were firm, like she believed every word she said. An unnoticeable smile rose on her lips.
Well, I had no clue what 'one' was, but I didn't want to dampen her mood; this was the most emotion she had shown besides crying.
[If it is an emergency, do not hesitate to summon me, but until you grow stronger, I recommend you summon an actual wolf, focus on my location, and I will send a subordinate.]
"A subordinate?" She touched her chin as she looked at me strangely. Her eyes widened in a panic, her lips parting as she spoke.
"Can you not go?" Her eyes pleaded as she held onto my hand. Her tone was as affectionate as her gaze.
She must have felt her mana dwindling.
Unfortunately, I could feel my time running out
[I wish I could sta-] My words were cut short by the enclosing darkness. I blinked my eyes, readjusting to the light, and I was in front of my sister and the wolves once again.
How odd.
This certainly needed more studying.
I shrugged my dragon shoulders and looked at Hathor.
[How long was I gone for?] I was curious to know how time flowed; it felt like I was only there for a couple of hours, but it seemed as if nothing had changed here.
[Less than a minute, my Lord.] He bowed as he spoke. I looked back at my sister and flew over, my hands naturally landing on her scaly head.
I rubbed her head as I looked around.
Yes, I missed this, even if I wasn't gone for long.
My sister nuzzled into my hand, her wide, round eyes looking at me curiously, wondering why her brother was being so affectionate.
[You will accept the next summons that comes your way.] My word was my bond, I already secured a strong summon, for my summon in the overworld.
Don't you see? I wiped a nonexistent tear from my eye. I'm already looking out for you.
[Yes, my liege]. He bowed his head once more before raising it, his eyes settling on Luna.
I mirrored his actions, and my eyes focused on her.
Her ears sprang up as she approached me, her tail wagging excitedly, fear not written in her eyes.
Was she so dangerous to touch that not even that prideful Jaskier messed with her?
Did this give her a heightened sense of arrogance?
[This is my daughter Luna.] Hathor gave her a proper introduction.
"Father, what are you saying?" She spoke with a cocked expression.
"No way did you learn Dragon?" She changed her direction and started encircling her father, her tail wagging excitedly.
"Our new lord has bestowed his blood to me." He looked at his daughter with an affectionate gaze, his eyes trembling.
[Yes, silly bug, Dragon is not Lear-] My sister quickly interjected, her tone haughty despite her currently being pet.
[Like this?] Her voice interrupted my sister's sentence. Although her pronunciation was flimsy, it was still impressive that she had learned some of it from hearing it once.
Her head was slightly tilted, a smile on her face, her ears perked up, and her signature tail wagging behind her.
My mouth opened in disbelief, but I quickly shut it before anyone noticed.
Who the hell was her mother?
Draconic tongue was usually only spoken by those who had dragon blood, because it was difficult beyond imagination. The blood of a dragon held the inheritance, which made it come out naturally.
Learning it was possible, but this was just insane.
[Ho-How?] My sister's mouth twitched, her enjoyment of my head pats lessening and her mood souring.
I pet my little sister in consolation. Some dogs are just naturally born geniuses, and I guess we were just witnessing it.
[Easy, my lord.] She spoke again, this time a bit better. [I thought in my head if it goes like that, it goes like this, and boom, it just worked.] She smiled as she went back to encircling us.
[Now we can all talk.]