Tales Of The Mighty Dragonair

The dragons all roared and complied. They were toying with their residual enemies. Yet after taking the orders from their master they started killing everyone until none remained.

Then all the dragons he had joined up in a great circle around the stick and all started firing their breaths!

Fire, ice, water, earth, wind, and even lightning; all forms of breaths appeared together hitting the stick.

And the moment this happened, the stick showed sudden transformation accompanied by…

"Rumble!"

The rumble didn't originate from the stick itself, rather from the pillars and ground between the pillars. Arthur turned fast to see those dozen pillars starting to resonate with the stick.

"Not enough," he shook his head, "we need to hit the pillars at the same time!"

'Ding! How can you do that?' the system asked the logical question.

"Hmm… can you control the stick for me?" he asked.

'Ding! I can, but not for too long.'

"Great," Arthur nodded before shouting, "be careful, the stick is going to move around the place. Keep up the pace and be sure not to miss it at any moment."

"Alright master."

He received the response from the dragons before he told his system about his little plan.

'Ding! This can be done, but if you need to hit all the pillars at the same time; this will fail,' the system warned.

"I know, but let's try this first."

'Ding! Be ready, I'll move it now.'

"It's going to move, be ready," Arthur shouted to his dragons and the next moment this stick lying on the ground started to vibrate for a moment before being tossed fast towards one pillar.

"You said you can control it, not kick it!!" Arthur was speechless for a moment before hurrying after the stick. "Follow it, don't let it escape your breaths," he shouted and this unpredictable move of the stick startled everyone for a moment there before they followed the instructions of their master.

The stick hit one pillar and stopped calmly there before all the dragons formed a giant circle around both and started to rain the two again with their breaths.

"Rumble!"

"Rumble!"

"Rumble!"

This time the rumbling came in sequence with increasing frequency with more breaths falling over the pillar and the stick. "It works!" Arthur laughed in delight before returning to spray his fire over the two.

The pillar started to shine under the heavy lashes of all kinds of breaths. It first showed small shining inscriptions on its base, then the light started to expand upward until Arthur recognized the picture made out of those small alien letters. "A dragon?" he muttered.

'Ding! Not just any dragon, it's a crowned dragon with two heads and two tails,' the system corrected before adding, 'Ding! It's the same as what you saw in the scenes. This is what a golden dragon looks like.'

"I see," Arthur muttered before noticing the pillar had been activated, yet nothing happened afterwards even after ten minutes of showering it with breaths. "Move it to that pillar," Arthur pointed towards his right.

'Ding! Right or left?' the system asked.

"Right."

'Ding! My right or your right?'

"C'mon, we are the same person, so my right is your right!!"

'Ding! Alright,' the system laughed as it moved the stick all of sudden.

"C'mon, just give me a head up before moving it!" Arthur hurried after the stick with his gang of dragons. As they started showering the second pillar, he observed the first one from time to time.

"Great, the pillar didn't lose its activation."

'Ding! Your plan is working.'

"Yup, I can see that," Arthur nodded and then he had the worry of the end result of all this lingering again in his mind. "I just hope I'm not making a big mistake here," he muttered.

'Ding! Me too,' and his system said.

The next three hours, the system kept changing the stick to each pillar while Arthur and his dragons kept spraying their breaths non-stop. When they reached the last pillar, Arthur was much conflicted about doing it or cancelling it.

"Damn, let's do it then," he made up his mind. After all he didn't fit in the black dragonairs, and if he had the chance to change his kin he would.

He just hoped whoever would emerge from this place would be reasonable to speak with and not deal with him as an opponent.

"Keep hitting it boys, we are almost there," Arthur said encouraging his dragons before muttering to his system, "at any sign of danger, move them first to my garden then move me the next moment."

'Ding! Won't it be nicer to move you first? Or along with them?'

"No, I want to see everything before deciding to retreat," Arthur shook his head before adding, "I have to get my hands on these pillars. Call it instinct, but I'm sure I have to do that."

'Ding! I hope your instincts aren't leading you to your death.'

"Nah," Arthur shook his head before wenting into a moment of silent contemplation. "I believe this is for the best of me. Whoever lies there will be one of my future greatest weapons."

'Ding! I hope so.'

It took from Arthur and his dragons almost an hour to finish activating the last pillar. This pillar took nearly triple the time of others, and that made Arthur more anticipating what would happen after its activation.

"Rumble!"

As usual, the rumbling kept raging all over the place but this one was quite different. It was long, deep, and very strong, one that even Arthur the depth of his soul trembling under its effect.

'Ding! Be ready,' the system warned.

"You too," And Arthur smiled while watching the area around for any signs of change.

"Boom!"

It happened all of sudden, as the area all turned dim like all lights were stolen away. Then a mighty explosion happened.

Arthur felt a mighty force hitting his body and sending him flying, yet once the changes occurred, he shouted to his system: "Move them inside, and give me that stick! NOW!"

Just before he got hit, he had the feeling of the cold metallic stick in his hand. As his body moved with indomitable force, hitting the distant stony walls of this place, he felt his body being crushed again, but he didn't feel despair.

"I got it!" Arthur smiled as he knew the key to control this place, this buried dragon of ancient time would be through this weak seemingly useless stick.

'Ding! Link it with your blood, hurry!' the system urged and Arthur didn't need to do anything but to hold the stick with his bleeding claw, letting his blood flood it from his many wounds.