Chapter 14: Chapter 14: Dragonkin, part 2

Chapter 14: Dragonkin, part 2

Constantine supposed there was something off with Dido. For one, she was too cheerful, as if they were not traveling to a dragon.

"Hey, guys, have you ever fought a dragon before?" Dido chirped from the driver's bench.

"Once or twice. The important thing is, to catch them while they are asleep," Constantine told her, and the bubbly girl giggled.

"And I suppose that is easy, eh? Seeing as most dragons are lazy?" Dido asked, and Odmir chuckled.

"Not quite, lady. Most dragons would sniff you out, by the time you end up near their hoard. They don't like it, when humans come to their caves," the tank said, and Dido nodded.

"Well, what if this dragon lives in a castle?" She asked, as she made the horse turn left.

The rolling hills around them swayed gently to the wind. Or, rather, the tall grass on them swayed. It was calm and peaceful out here. The men mostly had dealt with their hangovers by now, and so, they could appreciate the scenery.

"Then it must be a prince among dragons. Which is something I doubt," Odmir told her, amused as he can be. How many dragons have the Raging Bulls dealt with? And just how many lived in a castle?

None. None lived in castles. And why should they? They needed a warm place to stay, that didn't have all that much mold on its walls. Castles were not easily accessed by giant dragons, now, were they?

"Yes, but if this dragon lives in a castle, what would you do?" Dido asked, and Odmir sighed.

"Our job is to get you there, and bag the dragon. Nothing else," the tank said, as he took out a mint candy. What he hated the most about drinking, is his breath the morning after. It made him sick.

Not that he would stop drinking, mind you, but he kept a bag with mint candy in his bottomless bag. Just in case.

"So, you fought in the Trap Nation war?" Dido changed the subject then, as she also changed the direction the horse walked in.

"Yes, right beside the Great Hero, Fiona," Constantine said, with more than a little pride. "We couldn't save her, from the fireball that took her life."

"Oh, what type of person was she? Can you tell me something about her?" Dido asked. Instead of answering, Constantine handed her the journal of the hero.

"This will explain her noble nature far better, than we can," Dido hummed, and then began to read. As she did so, they saw a cave in the distance. Yet, no smoke rose from its mouth.

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Constantine nudged Augustine, who nudged Percy. The message was clear. They had to get ready. No one nudged Odmir because he was chewing. The last thing the party wanted, was for him to choke on a candy and die. Nahndor looked at the cave with a foreworn gaze.

It never ended for him. The four will do battle, and then they would come to him for healing. He had to helplessly stare at them, as they fought for their lives. The only thing he could do, is hit them with a quick heal. And even that was limited to five uses per person. Oh, how he wished that he could be something else, and not a healer.

The wagon stopped a good distance away from the cave, and then Dido untied the horse out of the wagon. She didn't mount it, though. No, she just led it to a tree, and tied it there.

The men, bar Nahndor, entered the cave, only to see that it was empty. The Raging Bulls Party felt the trap around their ankles. A scream from outside told them, that this was a trickery on Dido's part.

They ran out, only to see a dragon outside. One who loomed over Nahndor, who was still in the wagon.

"So, you fought in the Trap Nation wars, eh? And you even fallowed that normie, Fiona? Well, I have only one answer for you, and that is death," with that, the wagon was bathed in flames.

Constantine gripped his war hammer, and then charged at the dragon. Wanting to avenge Nahndor. His men running behind him. The dragon was not as big as it could be, and they now knew, that Dido was no human, but a dragonkin.

Vengeance and justice were entwined in their minds. For Fiona, for Andras, for Nahndor!

The Traitor's Demise is a good example of the pushback that the Trap Nation ordered, after the death of the Ultimate Hero of Fate, Fiona. Much trickery was used, to try to cleanse the world of her supporters.

For, the trap nation's people knew, that eventually, her battle against their way of life will be picked up by someone else, and they needed to do preemptive strikes.

Yet, what no one knew, was that Andras had placed a shield on Fiona's journal. Her first thoughts, before the Great Push, were preserved even against dragon fire.

This journal was picked up by the only surviving member of the once illustrious party: The Raging Bulls. Percy, now wanting revenge before he died, walked away from the burning site of his party's last stand, one arm less to his name.

He would travel many lands, in search for the Demon Lord Marius, and the Hero of Ultimate Fate, Joe. For, only through their union, would the Trap Nation be stopped. Even if Joe had turned Marius into a trap, surely, he would not shy away, from putting an end to this reign of terror.

Yet, what Percy would find, is a beautiful woman, shipwrecking ships off the cost of the Isle of the Forsaken, while a man would go around with a red glowing sword, bashing coconuts all day long.

Were they Percy's hope? Yes. Was he going to whip them into shape? He would try. For Constantine, Augustine, Odmir, and Nahndor. May they rest along with Fiona and Andras, in the Halls of Heroes.    

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