Chapter 3: Chapter 3: Turning in bed

Chapter 3: Turning in bed

Octavian couldn't sleep. Sure, he had his soulmate with him, and his mana felt more stable. Yet, he wanted more than that. Said soulmate was not very understanding of Octavian's unspoken plight. Maybe, if Octavian came clean for what exactly he needed the man, he would be more understanding?

The necromancer had hoped that, if things changed, if he got a soulmate, then the curse would be lifted. That was why he stole the mana of everyone in the world. He needed to isolate the soulmate from among the common people.

Octavian stood, and went to a crystal sphere. There was another man with mana in the world, besides Ossilo and he. Octavian tried to call out to him. If the man was more agreeable than Ossilo, then he would let the elf go and claim the other mana holder as a soulmate.

The half-dragon's mana twitched, Octavian felt it in his bones, but the man didn't answer the call. It had taken a confusion spell on Octavian's side to get Ossilo to come to him. He had tried the same for the half-dragon. Yet, he lived alone.

Besides, people must fear him. They tended to fear people who could turn into dragons on a whim. With no other way but the straightforward one, Octavian decided to contact the other mana holder directly.

He went to a basin full of a golden liquid, and cut his hand over it. The blood dripped, and the golden liquid turned transparent. The other man was in his dragon form, and seemed to be sleeping.

"Hello, I need to speak to you," to the other mana holder, it would seem as if an apparition were in his lair. Octavian willed for his fake form to make a step forward, and the dragon stirred.

The necromancer admired the scales of the creature. They were a deep red color, like old spilled blood. When the dragon opened his eyes, they were the deepest green that Octavian had ever seen.

Octavian compared his two potential soulmates then. Ossilo had brown hair and blue eyes. He looked youthful, but had laugh lines around his eyes. Showing off his age. If Octavian didn't turn him into a vampire, then, Ossilo would die by the end of the millennia.

The dragon that turned to a man was different from the elf. He was more muscled, for one. His hair was the same red color as his scales, and his eyes were no less striking. Where Ossilo's features were soft, the man's were sharp.

"What are you doing in here?" The man snapped at him. He was naked and uncaring for the fact. Octavian kept his eyes on the half-dragon's face, not wanting to insult him or come off as a pervert.

"You are my soulmate," Octavian told him, and the man snorted.

"This must be the most original way someone had ever tried to part me with my treasure," now, Octavian noticed the gold trinkets behind the man. They were a small mountain. More than what most half-dragons had.

"About that, I don't need your treasure. I need you to come to my castle and live in there. Also, I need your help in breaking a curse," Octavian came clean with what he wanted. For, his babbling had not worked with Ossilo.

"Won't you ask me for my name, first?" The half-dragon asked. Octavian blinked. Was the creature going to give it to him?

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"You'd give me your name?" Octavian had tried to find it out, without the half-dragon noticing, yet, it had been protected by a spell.

"I will come to your castle. I will give you my name," Octavian edged closer. Not believing his ears. "But you will give me your treasure in exchange."

Octavian blinked.

"Are you certain you want all of it? You already have much," Octavian's eyes went to the piles of gold behind the man again. Why did he need more?

"A dragon can always have more," the man retorted. Then, Octavian felt a surge of mana, and the man turned into a dragon. Octavian quickly retreated to his room, his aspect disappearing from the cavern.

He could feel the half-dragon moving towards him. His powerful wings would bring him to the castle on the morrow. The question was, what was Octavian going to do with Ossilo now.

What the curse needed from him was someone to share eternity with him. He would not be free to leave the castle, until he found that someone. The dragon could promise him eternity, but he was greedy. Ossilo couldn't promise him the same, but he could promise him love. If Octavian worded his case correctly.

Deciding to go to the man and try again, with a smaller speech about vampirism, Octavian left his room. He went through the entrance hall of his apartments, and then out in the hall.

Ossilo's apartments were right next to his, so he went pass Jim the skeleton and opened it without knocking. This was his castle. If Ossilo had a problem with Octavian inviting himself in to the guest quarters, then he could always grumble silently.

Octavian made it to the bedroom, only to see that Ossilo was already sleeping. Octavian went to pick up a chair and brought it to the bed. Then, he sat in it and waited.

He must have fallen asleep sometime during the night because, when he woke, there was a blanket on him and Ossilo was no longer in the bed. The bed was made, however.

Octavian let loose his mana and found that the elf was in the library. He went to it, and this time knocked on the door. Octavian was in the armchair by the window with a heavy tome in his hands. Octavian noted that it was not one of the necromantic ones, which he found not to his liking.

"Good morning," Ossilo greeted him when he saw him.

"Good morning," Octavian returned the greeting. Then, they heard the flapping of wings and a roar. Ossilo looked up at Octavian with something like fear in his eyes.

"Don't worry, he is invited," Octavian assured the elf, and then beckoned him to follow him out.

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