Tales Of The Mighty Dragonair

The dragon wasn\'t any close to the form Arthur took from before, but it was so similar to it in general appearance. The eyes of the dragon were looking with extreme anger and hatred, like it had its own sentience, while long thin wisps of smoke bellowed out from the nostrils of that dragon.

"What are you doing here? How come I am a mere tool inside your body? how did this happen?" the dragon, or the true soul of that hideous master, roared in extreme humiliation and pain, shaking its big dragon head from left to right, refusing to accept this reality.

"Go out, you have no right to be here, LEAVE!!!"

The dragon roared, and Arthur felt a strong hit that moved him out of that memory, which started to fade away, ending in along thin wisp of smoke. Arthur didn\'t feel pain or hurt anywhere, nor did he feel anger or regret of coming here.

What that remaining soul of the distasteful master said just now had opened his eyes over the truth of what happened. He killed the soul of the master, and what remained were his own memories, which he left for his future self to learn and got stronger fast.

This wasn\'t a threat, it was an opportunity, opportunity to learn from this master despite his will! The mere idea of forcing the master to teach him allured Arthur, and at once he decided to apply the lesson he just learnt from these memories.

"Dragonair rise!"

At the outside world, the fire was raging, much more violent and larger than what Arthur saw in that memory. If Arthur was here, he would feel much proud of himself, as he had more talent and potential than that kid version of sneaky master.

The moment he said these words while cultivating, his lips moved and he said it in the real world. the moment he said it, all the fire around him started to calm down, moving like a docile beast towards his body, merging with him.

His body got enlarged, gradually, in a way that seemed natural. His muscles got bulged, stated to be covered with hard thick, sturdy looking scales. He had a tail, and his head started to have scales and got elongated.

Then a cloud of smoke appeared, as he opened his two eyes, looking at the world from the eyes of a true dragonair.

"Awesome!"

The first thing he said was expressing his own feelings right now. his body was nearly double the size of that dragon he just saw, reaching ten meters in length. He had thick scales covering all his body, feeling so mighty and invincible right now.

He moved his tail like he was moving an arm or a leg, so smoothly following his will, while having the feeling of being deadly if it hit anyone.

His whole body was beaming with strength, and his scales were similar to each other, lustering with faint red and black colors, forming a great image, a very frightening image to his enemies.

Just as he was marveling at his new body, he felt a sudden throbbing pain in his head, while a long, thick, very sharp horn appeared from the middle of his head.

"Do I have horns too?!!" he exclaimed out in surprise, while he tried to move his hands to feel this horn.

Suddenly a hand didn\'t move, but a wing, startling him, and making him stop in the middle of his move. He examined the two wings, as they were wide, with a span that rivaled his length. Each wing had a sharp claw at its end, which seemed to be enough to tear down any monster or enemy.

"That\'s great!" he muttered, with much happiness from this. He didn\'t need a flying pet, he could fly anywhere he wanted by himself. He tried to move around, to feel his body wasn\'t as heavy as he expected.

It was as light as a feather, moving smoothly, following his will, anywhere he wanted.

He kept moving around for a few minutes, when he realized the devastation that happened here. He suddenly recalled the illusionary image of heaven that was here, and now he had a vague idea of what truly happened.

As he was observing the place, he found Don coming, with much hesitation and fear, towards him from far. It seemed this little bear had moved away from the fire, and ran even further when Arthur turned into a dragon.

"Don\'t be afraid, come," Arthur said, in human tongue.

"Master, is that you?" a soft childish tone appeared suddenly in Arthur\'s mind, startling him for a moment, before smiling, very savagely in his current form, as he realized what that meant.

He could now speak with monsters, understanding their tongue! That was unbelievable!

"Yes, it\'s me, don\'t be afraid, it\'s just a fighting form of mine," Arthur said, trying to reassure Don.

"Sorry master, but your form is quite frightening to me," Don said with his childish tone.

"Are you a child?" Arthur couldn\'t control himself, as he asked this question.

"Yes, only a couple of tens of years old," Don replied, as he reached a distance not so close from Arthur before stopping there.

"Really?" Arthur knew monsters took much more time to grow, "tell me, how can I help you grow faster?" he asked, as if he could find a way to make monsters here grow faster than normal, he could use that to raise a monsters\' livestock inside his rings.

He wouldn\'t be limited by the grade of the monster, as he would be able to make any monster grow in ranks easily.

"Many things can help, master, like drinking more powerful monsters\' blood, or eat strong things like that you have with you," Don said, which started to enlighten Arthur to this new point. He knew this would need more time to consider, and now he could leave from here, not bound anymore by waiting until dawn.

"I will take you inside the tattoo, so let\'s continue our talk later," Arthur said, as he thought of taking Don back, and Don vanished from its place at once.

Arthur then glanced, for a final time, on this place, where it witnessed one of his darkest moments in his entire life, and one of its brightest.

He then moved, didn\'t look back, spanned out his two wings to their fullest, before plunging on the air to start rising up, and flying, for the second time in his life.