Tales Of The Mighty Dragonair

Arthur stood there examining that fabric with greed. He just resisted the urge to put this fabric on his body. Despite Amera gaining ultimate strength when she did that, she did that with a small piece of this fabric.

Besides he didn't yet know what side effects having this on him would be. After all he got mixed forms of energies inside him, not to mention his dark energy as a dragonair.

He didn't want to unbalance his body energies by his greed. And so he put the first task in mind to divide this fabric first.

So he took out his sword and was surprised to see it passing through it and cutting this fabric like it was nothing.

"Why do I have a feeling that I turned into a tailor?" he couldn't help but laugh while cutting this fabric into smaller pieces.

When he was done, he had twenty-three pieces, just like what he anticipated.

"So no one is planning to disobey me?" Arthur finally stored these fabrics away before focusing over these eleven originals. He, purposely, made himself vulnerable to any attack during this time.

And yet he was destined to be disappointed.

All he got was silence as they all bowed their heads and looked only at the ground. He couldn't help but sigh in regret before he pointed to them with his sword.

"I want to know everything about your past lives," he ordered, "I want to know everything related to your old civilization. What gave you such strength? And what drove you all down to your demise? C'mon, someone speak up now!"

Arthur had many mysteries unanswered so far since coming to this universe. One of them was the reason behind him being here. Despite having some clues and few answers, he knew he was still missing the big picture.

And another mystery he had was the originals.

He marveled at this ancient civilization of old times. They were very strong indeed, and they seemed to be invincible.

And yet here there were no originals left in this world, only relics. He accidently got his hand over this bunch of originals, and he didn't plan on letting this chance slip away from his grip.

He planned to squeeze them and gain all the knowledge he could know from them. And above all the most crucial questions now; what caused them to be extinct? And what will they do if they ever regained their freedom in this universe?

And so he decided to go on one question at a time.

"My lord…" one of them stepped forward and in a few moments he stood in front of Arthur with head bowed.

"What's your name?" Arthur casually asked and even put the sword behind his back. He let himself so open to any attack, hoping anyone would be daring enough to come at him.

Yet again he was destined to be disappointed.

"I have no name right now," the giant originally said and this scene seemed a bit funny. He stood bowing his head with his giant physique and strong aura in front of the weak looking Arthur.

However no one of these originals seemed to harbor any ill intentions anymore. They accepted their fate, and they acknowledged their master.

"Do you forget all of your past memories?" Arthur's eyes narrowed while he totally missed this.

He thought wrongly that they would retain their memories from before their rebirth. However he seemed to get disappointed again.

"We have little info regarding our past lives," the originals said in low tone, "I… can only see flashes of memories of the past."

"Then tell me what you see," Arthur could only accept this tiny bit of information for now.

"War," the original yet started with such a shocking answer, "we have… brutal war."

"War? Against whom?" Arthur was now more curious to know this answer. He wanted to know what caused such a grand and mighty race to get wiped out.

It wasn't easy to even consider defeating them. But making them die and go extinct was a feat only gods could possibly do.

"I believe it was the world itself," the original seemed confused, "all I can see is just the images of thunder falling from the sky, fire coming forth from the ground, and wind howling and throwing all of us around."

The scene itself made Arthur feel puzzled. "You don't see anything else? An enemy perhaps? Are you even fighting against each other?"

The original shook his head before saying:

"All I can see is tears… we were all crying. I… feel despair, like this was doomsday and it came without warning."

"…"

Arthur felt his sincerity among his words. And yet he couldn't get any hold of what happened. He interrogated the others and yet they all seemed to say the same thing.

"Sigh, they are all traumatized," Arthur couldn't help but think about that. It seemed the annihilation of this race came all sudden and was in such a brutal way.

They couldn't even overcome this even after getting reborn.

"So tell me, what do you desire to do now?" he casually asked before one of them gave an unexpected answer.

"We have… to take our revenge."

"From what? Nature itself?" Arthur found this funny, as they still couldn't identify a single enemy.

"No, it's against the ones controlling it," however that dude kept answering without any second thoughts.

"What do you mean? Do you plan to go against the heavens?" Arthur realized there was more to say about this. He didn't know how they could feel such resentment towards someone they didn't even remember.

"I… remember…" and yet one of them said in a low tone, "I remember who caused this to us… it was those despicable people… people like… you…"

The more he spoke, the less meaningful his words meant to Arthur. "Like me? C'mon, if you want to crush people like me then you can do it with a mere thought," Arthur restored back while feeling their minds must be twisted after their rebirth.

'No, I can remember their faces clearly now," however one of them joined in the talk as he firmly added, "they had faces like yours, but greater bodies. You… sorry to say that but you look like a child to them."

"I also remember…"

"Me too…"