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The Dragnets' First Assault

"Well, Richard? Got anything?"

"Y...yeah, I guess..."

"Sorry for that sudden assault, actually. I wasn't trying to kill you, though."

After Richard saying sorry to Cernelesh and handing over the book, Richard could finally step aside his curiosity toward Schrosharx and moved on to his new life as a draconian, and his potential lust problem. He started to feel close to Cernelesh, and each second passing by was like having her in his grasp and he would do every kind of mating process he would like...

"Damn it! It's not the time to think about this!" thought Richard. Because of Engrak's warning, he couldn't find other topic to think about beside that. He didn't want to have too much females. It's just...disgusting.

After Juagar woke up, it was afternoon, and so they need to pick Kijte from his friend's home. In the way, Juagar finally said, "I can't believe the harsh history you got when you're still the mythical human. It's like a complex movie of life...but deeper, and very real, as if we're watching it like we're involved in it. That dragon soul inside your sword could be a movie director if he was alive and a draconian."

"It's just a small portion of all of my memory. He did a good job not to give my bad ones. He gave the memorable parts."

"I like the way you said to that golden cyborg dragon when he offered himself as your mount. You just replied with the term to be brothers. That's a deep conversation, you see, to a beast?"

"He's no beast, Juagar. He's my brother."

"At least I liked the fighting part. You really are a super-drake, man. How could you bend your back like that when two humans attacked you from each side?"

"It's just reflex. No big deal."

When they reached Kijte's friend's house, Kijte had been waiting for them at the front door. After waving goodbye to his friend, Juagar drove toward their home.

"Dad, Richard, I got a good game!"

"What kind of game?"

"What is a game?"

Both mature draconians turned their heads to each other, before Juagar turned toward the street and said, "Oh, you mean THAT game, huh?"

"Yeah. He's rocking! I wanna borrow it at the holidays. He said he wanna go to Firdor city this winter holiday, and he left his console. Is it okay, dad?"

"It's okay, sonny. But don't play too much. You'll get a worst nightmare."

"I promise."

Once they reached home, they set off again to Bestreid's store, and antique weapon shop consisted of many old weapons dating back from the old war era, either medieval or modern. Bestreid welcomed both of them, and when Juagar nodded, Bestreid said, "Hey, you're lucky I'm still havin' it. It's the only copy I could save since the movie was banned."

"Is it okay if Richard could join?"

"It's better three than two, right? I'll take the movie. Wait a sec."

When the draconian left, Richard turned his head to Juagar and said, "What kind of movie? For your information, I've watched so many movies these past months, all of them are you and Vandel's teen movies."

"Believe me, this is something different. I've never watched this movie before since 20 years ago the movie was banned for displaying too much violence, and based on some rumors, the movie was notable for its on-screen kill."

"On-screen kill?"

"To put it simply, how many draconians died in one scene."

"Ohh..."

After they got the movie, the three of them went to post 43 (there was a projector on the wall inside, and currently the only place inside the Union Guard Headquarters to have the home entertainment system). When they played the movie, Richard was surprised when he saw the actor's name.

"Gretchen Vairson played this movie too?!" exclaimed Richard to Juagar. "I thought he had a legal kind of movies."

"Will you just shut up? We're watching a movie, man," said one of the guards.

To prevent uncontrolled rage because of a simple comment, Richard tried not to taunt like he used to be when he was human, and resumed the movie watching. The movie was called 'Total Loss' and somehow weird for Richard. Every part he watched had too many bloods (of course, with bright red color, making it unrealistic) and there was one part he felt awkward. The scene when Gretchen's character stabbed an overwhelmingly powerful draconian and threw him down to the open fan where he was chopped to pieces. The character just said "Hope that fan will cool you up, asshole" with thick accent.

Despite of the over-kill that made him really, really sleepy, he was astonished by the fact about how the draconian character lost his memory and regained a fake memory before trying to find his true self. Greatly praised, but boring.

"So?" said Juagar. "How's that?"

"For me...it's like usual scenery. Death, blood, gore...it's my lifestyle back at my world."

"You live in what place, actually?"

"More like this city, but ten times worse."

Because he said that directly and loud enough for some soldiers to hear, they gasped and stared at him. After a minute or so, they grabbed him and pinned him to a wall.

"Y...you live in a lifestyle like the goddamn movie?! Are you a freakish demon?!"

"Hell, man, this is a movie, not real life! If this is what you do in real life, you're not supposed to be alive back there!"

"S...sorry, man. I don't know what to say. It doesn't mean that's my lifestyle. I always saw people like that back at my city, and at first, believe me, I puked when one of the man there throw another man to a circular saw...and it was lucky because he forgot about the dragons I saved...oh fuck, again?!"

"Wait a sec...man? You mean, literal men in fairy tales?"

"W...wait! I can explain!"

After they calmed, and Richard couldn't find any kind of excuse to tell his fellow guard friends (especially because of Gordy's killing stare), Richard yielded and he poured everything he had poured to his closest friends, even talking about the false accusation two months before the new year eve he experienced first time in the new world. Every word he said was heeded carefully by his post friends, but because Juagar knew his memories, he walked away making a cup of hot chocolate to him.

"And so, I needed to keep this a secret so I won't gonna get left out in many things involving you guys," concluded Richard. "I'm really, really sorry for this and...maybe I'll just leave for now."

"Dude, that's cool! I...I can believe some drake had a different kind of experience in their life."

"So, mate," said Seiglet when he approached Richard. "You really want to tell them about your sword skill?"

"Don't risk their lives, Seglet!" whispered Richard back. "I'm in an issue, you know."

"O...okay, mate, but are you sure?"

"Why?"

"You forgot about the situation! That weapon dealer of yours almost got himself a brown bread if you two didn't come. I've heard this from Viglerne since his room and his room was facing each other. That was the initial attack from the Dragnets, you bloody idiot."

"So Dragnets is the name of the organization, huh?"

"You don't know? They're the biggest black market trader in the Apachia Regions. Both the south and the north region knew this business because some were involved with them before they, let's just say, dropped out from the organization. Hector Fritz was also a trader before he joined the Night Guard, and after the incident 2 years ago...he lived in hiding, so to say, as a weapon shop owner."

"I guess that's the reason why that mysterious-looking red-eyed draconian was trying to kill me, Juagar, and Hector. Maybe I need to find out more. Anyway, how did Viglerne knew about the name of the organization? I thought he had no time to crime hunting since he was one of the active commanders in the Night Guard Division, much like you in the Day Guard."

"Well, mate, to give you the truth, he didn't know it from his investigation, but from these two."

"These two?"

"Hey, you two Spanish mates. Come here, will ya? Here's the guy who saved your smuggler."

When he talked like such, the door opened to find both of the Northornian draconians standing outside while other soldiers passed them as if they weren't there. The draconians, although matured and having long horns, somehow shorter than other normal draconians. They also lacked some spiky ornament at their tail, making them much like a lizard if not because of their horns.

The one with red scales walked towards him and said, "Senor, I'm really grateful that our Salvador was alive at your care."

"Y...yeah, right, you're welcome," said Richard. Although it seemed strange, he felt he had a weird instinct playing with him. He somehow could imagine the draconian he confront that night had a connection with this draconian, and somehow, this draconian's iris was orange, near to that blood red eyes.

"Say, what's your name?"

"I'm Cajo di Fuego. My friend here is Enrique Ignia Sotze."

"Can I ask about why you had a different eye color?"

"Oh...uh, this is...." Cajo seemed reluctant to talk about it, making Richard felt curious. But when he nodded to Enrique, he said, "Can you find a place so we can talk drake to drake? Nobody, just the three of us."

"Well, Seglet? You've got any?"

Seiglet frowned a little, before he said, "You three can use Post 43's second floor. At this time of the day, no one is using the second floor."

When Cajo said thank you, Richard was pulled by Seiglet and he said, "Hey, do you realize what they are, mate?"

"I can guess they are Northornians, right? From your expressions, you seemed very, very nervous and you could cut their heads off if it wasn't because of me, right?"

"Can you trust them? I held my sword because they were Andreas's acquaintances, but they could be playing tricks on us!"

"I won't gonna find it difficult if they were actually spies. You know my sword skill, right?"

"Do be careful, mate, for your own sake and the truce."

Richard knew the truce was about the boundaries (they both had broken the truce, though). When he reached the second floor (which was actually a sleeping place for some tired guards), he locked the door and asked to sit on one of the beds, to which they obliged.

"So, what do you want to say, amigo?" said Richard slowly. "I know we haven't been friends, but that's the word my old friend always says to me."

"We...we actually had...had a different eye color unseen in all South Apachia. Yes, yes! We know if we show our real eyes, we won't survive!"

"Cajo's right, senor Andaluvia," said Enrique. "This is not our real eyes."

"Then, I can guess that it is red, right?"

Cajo was a little shocked. "H...how do you know?"

"The assassin hired to kill three of us had flashy red eyes when he glared at me after making his escape. I know it's not both of you since one of you can't fly without wings, while the other had some torn wings," said Richard. "Although, I can give a speculation that he was hired by both of you to kill your 'Salvador', with or without us visiting him. What did you do to Viglerne at the room in front of our place?"

"We...uh, we...we..."

"Can you just say something? We're in a locked room with no one..."

"We gave him something that he couldn't even imagine, and he spits everything about Senor Fritz out! We didn't kill him!"

"O...kay, I can only imagine. I'll leave the topic. Maybe you two can tell me why the Dragnets is trying to kill us? What happened in Nothorno?"

"It's Northorno, amigo."

"Okay! Just tell me anything you know! Don't comment on those fucking mispronunciation!"

"You aren't from this world?"

Richard was shocked to the point he fell from the bed he was sitting to. The secret was out too much (although unlike most fictions, this wouldn't make their lives threatened, but making Richard's life a little more miserable)

"Y...you heard my confession?! Oh, why can't I give my own shit a little secret?!"

"Northornians differed greatly with Apachians. Although our scales look pretty much like you all with colorful variants, we had other kinds of things unseen with Apachian Draconians, and one of them our maroon red eyes. Maybe you have realized this is one of the most unique eye color around here, and because of that, we will be killed because most of the city knows we had different eye color and Spanish accent.

"We also had shorter posture if compared to...normal Apachians. Especially, in this city, we can't guarantee our safety by just depending on our fire..."

"Wait. Depending on your fire?" interrupted Richard. "That's the same thing I've heard from my friends back in my own world. But, they're...fire dragons."

"Lo es? B...but, they are myths. There's no way we're like that."

"Where did you get that quote?"

"It's how our ancestors always said to their descendants. Why we lost the previous war was because of our lack of weapon skill, and because we depended on our fire more than weapons since our grandparents said fire is the source of life, so it needs to be preserved."

"No way, that's even a real same thing my friends..."

An alarm blazed of from the compound. The three of them became aware and even Richard didn't have time to open the door using keys. He was kicking the door and forcing it open using his powerful draconic leg. Then, when he reached downstairs, he found Juagar taking his crossbow with bulletproof vest.

"Juagar, what's happening?"

"There's a gang war at the north side of Xeno Street. It's near The Dragoness' Den! C'mon, man, get a move on!"

"Hey, how about these guys?!"

Juagar stared at the Northornians coldly. "Yeah, take them. We don't know what they'll gonna do if we leave them here."

The Xeno Street at first was littered with so many brothels and clubs. But now, the street was a total chaos and now it was littered with fire, barricades, and dead draconians. They killed each other in an internal conflict, and somehow something made them really mad. All of the Guards were dispatched to stop the fight, even the cops wanted to help. There were many losses in every affiliation.

Post 43 was the last post to reach that place, but Richard reached this place first. Enrique and Cajo were the second while the rest came a little late. When they reached there, it was like a war-torn district.

"Damn it, we're late," said Juagar in distress. "Goddamn it!"

"What's happening in here? Schrosharx?"

The draconian saw the dark red draconian was trying to fend off some of the attacking gang members using his knife, and he, unlike when they first met, was more like a male draconian than a girlish one. Richard realized one of the members was targeting him and he didn't recognize it, so he pulled his pistol and using his good marksmanship, shot the draconian in the head.

"Schrosharx! Are you okay?"

"Richard baby? Oh, this is madness! I was just trying to make some food when these motherfucking goons attacked the street! The drakes there were able to fend off some, but they retreated to Xeno Street and we gave chase. This is the result of the fight..."

Both of them became aware to their sides, and they used their respective weapons to cut through some gangs. Both of them them used their respective elements to make a devastating fire and thunder blast toward their assailants. This in turn made them a primary target.

"Schrosharx, cover my back!"

"You too, honey!"

They became a great duo, but overwhelmed too soon. It was only when they were almost killed by five big draconians that a big fire, comparable to that of a dragon's, burst out from Enrique's mouth. This in turn made Richard shocked.

"The fuck?! You breathe dragon fire?!"

"No hay tiempo para explicar!" replied Cajo behind him that was holding a bottle of flammable liquid. He spat on it, producing fire and threw it to some assailant, burning them. Although not very lethal, it left a bad burn mark over them.

"Dragon fire?! What in the world is happening?"

"That's why we wanted to preserve our fire!" said Enrique. "We depend on our fire because this is the life itself! It's hard for an Apachian to understand, but, fire is everything for us."

"You know, Enrique, you're talking as if you're a dragon yourself! We'll talk later after this shit! Don't try to kill too much!"

The fight came to an end when the Guards started to take hold of situation with the help of the Erizce Street criminals and the Night Guards. The gang war left many places destroyed, and casualties on all sides.

Schrosharx and Richard were panting after they saw all of the draconians they injured couldn't move again and also after they checked if they were breathing. The red black draconian suddenly fell to his knees, being too exhausted.

"I...I really need a good massage after this," said Schrosharx.

"Man, you're a hell of a warrior!" exclaimed Richard. "That was as if you're fighting in a total war like I did!"

"Yeah...I was participating in the previous war...but I never done any military actions for 10 years...damn..."

"You still look young to me."

"Don't make my voice and appearance fools you, honey," said Schrosharx with a toothy smile. "I'm 65 now, but I feel strangely like a 25 years old drake."

"Ahh...I can see that. Now, you and I really need a rest, and those two." Richard pointed his clawed finger to Enrique and Cajo. "Those two needs to talk to me."

After a clean-up that lasted 4 hours, Schrosharx bid them goodbye alongside his Erizce friends. In the relatively short gang war, the casualties wasn't as great as the past wars (as Juagar said), only taking 2 draconians. Richard felt relieved that no fatalities from the civilians and the Guards, although because of this, Viglerne needed immediate medical attention because his chest got a deep cut from a scimitar. He survived, though.

Richard then rested at the base (since the base had beds, he could laid there for a while, although it wasn't as comfortable as the guest room's bed) with Enrique and Cajo helping to tend his minor wounds. It was strange to see both of them were not injured from bullets, but after seeing their fire, Richard could imply that the bullets never reached them.

"Thank you," said Richard.

"Le invitamos," replied Cajo while exposing his yellow teeth. "I'll make it comfortable for you to move your arm. It's bulky, so I can say this wound won't need long time to recover. Still, the bullets at your back...didn't claim your life."

"Maybe, maybe not if it's a strong one like a sniper," said Richard. "Say, that was one great Molotov throwing back there."

"Molotov is the simplest weapon we can use," said Enrique. "It incorporated fire usage."

"And you're telling me you're a direct descendant to dragons from that fire?"

Now they were shocked, and they replied, "Dragons are mito!"

"Believe me, amigos, I've heard this many times from my friends, but I'm unconvinced. You have showed me a dragon's fire breath, a powerful breath capable of burning something into ash. Since you're fighting draconians, they won't be effective. But if you're fighting humans, you'll get the edge of it."

"Why? That's because..."

"Also, I can say that your ancestors are Fiery Whistles."

"What? How do you know?"

"That quote you said about the fire thing is almost the same with my Fiery Whistles friend. He told my other dragon friend that fire is a soul and they're alive in all of the dragons. He also said that it's up to the dragons to preserve it and to give life, or only using it as a terror to humans. He appreciated nature more than any fire dragons I know, and he loves fire."

"Who are you? Why do an Apachian knows Northornians that much?"

"Then it's concluded, then. As I suspected. They also take their dragons with them!"

"Impossible!" said Engrak in his mind. "The history said that they are the only ones stranded here! It's not possible for dragons to be carried..."

"What if they had a magic to make them shrink? What if the dragons they took also had a small body?"

Engrak became silent for a moment, and then he continued. "This is a coincidence, though. They had powerful fire, but are it okay to deduce that they somehow had a blood connection with Xerocia's race?"

"I'm sure of it. Bright red scales, maroon red eyes, high appreciation to fire, and dragon breath are all like Xerocia!"

"Dude, don't get too much detective work!"

"I know!"

"Senor Andaluvia...why are you talking to yourself?"

Richard then realized he was again out of control and again forcefully talking to an entity others couldn't see. But he was tired to explain to many drakes about Engrak, and also he realized being too open made him a freak, so he said, "Uh...I'm...reading a story."

"A story?"

"Yeah, a mystery novel. I...am really eager to become the main character. You know...I don't have anything like this in my world."

"Oh, we can understand," said Enrique while sitting. "Now, to the main problem." "Yeah?"

"The Dragnettes is behind the riot. I'm really sure of it."

"It doesn't look like an organized riot. Really...we can't deduce that yet."

"Si. It isn't organized, and that's how the organization does to conceal their operations. Dragnettes are unique because they make an organized riot. Just look at the riot. It's like somebody started it by insulting other gang member, and into a fight. Maybe that 'member' is a Dragnettes."

"That's even worse than a typical organization. More like a terrorist but concealing their operation in a riot. What are they planning actually?"

"To start another war," said Cajo short, but enough to make Richard shudder.

"Yes, to start a war. Then, their black market will become legal, and they will get a very big profit from it, in expense of our region's relationship and the lives of thousands of draconians."

"We gotta stop this nonsense! Just because of a goddamn weapon deal they need to sacrifice many lives?! How much do you know about Dragnets?"

"They are based in Northorno where they're safe to do things they want. Believe us, senor...Northorno lost its glory when they started their drug dealership among us. Combined with the black market and our corrupt leader, Northorno is like a haven for criminals. That war before this...misunderstanding separated us from our friends in this nation, for example Senor Juan di Maria."

"Juan di Maria?"

"Andreas Juan di Maria," said Enrique with a nod from Cajo. "The leader of the Fire Scales Border Soldiers...and current leader of the anti-boundary Rioters that never approve the boundaries separating the once one country. Since we're fugitives, we can't tell you too much about him. He can't be involved in this matter. Without him, we can't help our nation. He's like a hero to the south borders, the one bordering the neutral zone of this nation.

"In fact, he lived in South Apachia for some years before he moved to Northorno. We also want to give his message to his friend here, and have found him. His name is Juagar Hadfreid."

"Juagar?! I...I thought he hated Northornians!"

"Uh...in truth, actually, Andreas is the only Northornian he really trusts. Viglerne...also trusted Andreas."

"Then...if you want to tell him this...Andreas...message, maybe you can find him sticking around at his house in this time of the day. I actually lived there for a while until I can find a new home from my income."

"En efecto. You still need some money, though."

Because Juagar forgot to take the car when he went home, Richard needed to put it inside the garage for safe-keeping since he couldn't drive and the Northornians didn't know anything about cars. They were forced to fly home (only Cajo didn't have any wings, but Richard could carry him). They landed back at Juagar's home, and in the middle of the night with Cernelesh waiting at him at the doorstep, expression angry.

"So, being working late now?" she said grudgingly. "Do I need to make a cup of coffee every time I wait for you males to come home on time?! And who the fuck are you taking?!"

"Hey, I'm sorry, Cernie," said Richard in an apologizing manner he tried to do. "But these drakes need to find Juagar. They'll go home after this."

"Oh? But, this is eight o'clock in the evening! My brother is sleeping soundly at his bed after today's exhausting..."

"I'm awake, what is it?"

Juagar was only wearing a trouser, and exposing his otherwise scaly top. Because Draconians had draconic and humanoid features, he really had the same chest with humans, only scaly. Also, he dragged his tail maybe because of exhaustion after today's fight with the mobs.

Upon seeing the Northornians, Juagar asked Richard and Cernelesh to go inside and locked the door outside. Confused, they tried to hear his conversation with them, but ended up in silence since the house's wall was sound-proof.

"I wonder what is his problem with them," said Cernelesh. "Hey, why did you come home late?"

When Richard showed her his bandaged arm, she gasped and said, "H...how did you get that?"

"Maybe Juagar can explain why. Didn't he get the same kind of injury?"

"N...no, only minor scratch. B...but why only you..."

"Not only me," interrupted Richard. "Those two out there and my friend Schrosharx also got this wound. We were the ones taking the most actions, so no swea..."

Cernelesh pushed him to the sofa, and before Richard could explain, she kissed him at the lips, thereby making their long tongue met. It only happened in a very short time, but Richard felt he was like having his dream came true since Cernelesh kissed him passionately, but also surprised since this was unexpected and he never had any experiences with women, especially a female humanoid dragon-like people.

"I...I'm worried sick about you! At first I thought you're going to the club and like that time, you get drunk and involved in another problem with muggers. B...but I can understand this wound. Don't ever do this again!" said Cernelesh almost crying.

"I...it's fine, really, I can..."

"No! Don't leave my side again...please...Richard.... I know you like me, and having a hard time saying it, but I admit...you're the type of male I like. Brave, die hard, and honest, like that voice said."

"Voice?"

"Your sword. It was talking to me."

"Engrak?" Then he thought. "Oh, yeah. He said he can read a dragon's feeling for those that really made a mental link with his soul. Since I'm a half-dragon, then it's also happening on me. Damn that asshole...I'm really grateful for him."

"I believe you, Richard. Your friend told me not to trust you and all of the dragons....but I can understand the dire situation you're facing. At least...let me be with you."

"Uh...I...would love to, Cernie."

They kissed again on the sofa passionately and seemingly trying to make the world them and ignoring the disgusted Juagar and the suddenly aroused Northornians watching them.

"Oh mierda...," said Cajo. "Y es gratis!"

"Let's...use the back lot," said Juagar disgusted. "Let them be...together for the night...with that sofa dirty. Yuck..."