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The Dragon Curse of Wrath

After Enrique and Cajo finished 'interrogating' the Dragnet's assassin, they reported to Richard the next day after they cleaned up the Post. Somehow, they were too sated about the fact that the assassin was broken too easy, making Richard even more disgusted. In the quarters, they said, "Look, senor, we found something about him."

"Yeah, what is it?"

"He's a virgin and..."

"Not that, you fucking idiota! Oh, why this is happening to me?!"

"Just kidding, senor. Geez, why are you so agitated just because we mentioned that? You hate that kind of activity, huh? Your loss..."

"Anyway," said Enrique. "He did tell us about the plot, though vaguely. The draconian trying to attack you was a Northornian indeed, but he blended with the people in here...and the worst thing is, there are so many red dragons in here."

"Yeah. The base had many black red draconians, and distinguishable from you two," replied Richard. "You two had red eyes, shorter posture, appreciated fire, and really pure...I mean, really red."

"Oh, no, there existed another kind we considered pure blood. If you thought we are pure bloods, you're wrong. The one we worshipped and respected were those having eyes as red as blood, scales as fiery as a fire, and blessed by our ancestors the chains of fate that wrapped them as an indication that they were indeed pure."

"Well, not so pure to me, in appearance...if you know what I mean. Like I said, you Northornians are the same as Fiery Whistles, my friend. Andreas is the one...I mean, he is the direct descendant to the Fiery Whistles."

"What?!" "The tattoo he believed to be a curse was actually the power manifested by their elder dragons to the younger ones to harness the power to manipulate sound to fire. I guess no one's pure anymore since Andreas can't manipulate sound...or maybe he was trying to hide it."

"No, he never showed us that."

"Of course he won't! You think it's easy show that thing? It uses the sound intensity of the user, so the louder it is, the more destructive it is. Got it?"

"C...comprendido..."

"Now...what's the draconian's name?"

"His name was Fidlo Rakarne. He's from North Apachia and somehow very young...around 20. He believed being in the Dragnets could change the fate of his nation since now like Northorno, North Apachia was in a...let's just say...bad condition for tourists alike. Though, maybe the South really helped them in many ways."

"Oh..."

"We gotta take our leave, then," said Enrique standing up.

"W...wait a sec, I thought you two are still in..."

"Detention? Oh, that won't be necessary. Because of our actions in trying to help investigating the main problem this town has, Viglerne had trusted us enough to be set loose, so..."

"I got that," said Richard, making a smile. "You two earned the freedom here. But, is it okay? You two are Northornians, while Apachians normally hated you. How can you survive?"

Enrique then smiled back as a reply. He then showed him something. It was a sphere with green color, and the core was swirling as if it was another world inside. When Richard tried to touch it, Enrique pulled it from him and said, "No. It's best kept like this."

"What is this?"

"It's one of the Northorno's secrets you may want to know. We used magic...our ancestor's magic. I guess it's pretty common back at your homeworld, so maybe this isn't something very astonishing. It's a hypnotic ball. As long as drakes saw us, they'll ignore us as if we're not threats."

"If they don't?"

"I only guarantee it, not making a real thing."

"Okay, I understand. Find a good job and life, okay? May your ancestors be upon you."

"Gracias por la bendicion," replied Enrique in Spanish.

"I'll understand the word soon enough."

After they left, Seiglet came out from behind the door, joining Richard as he watched the two draconians disappeared into the crowds. Exhaling a breath, Richard turned to Seiglet and said, "So, what now? How's your claws? Are they okay?"

"Yeah," said Seiglet while showing his now trimmed claws. "Having splinters in some of 'em, but I'm okay, mate. How about your back? It's surprising those bullets haven't made you bound to a wheelchair or making you a brown bread. But then, I guess nothing can kill you, mate."

"I'm okay. Bullets somehow couldn't penetrate my dragon scales, but then, I thought I was going to die. It's actually weird, but they were like slowing down and somehow didn't pierce all of my scales. It's strange."

"Well, mate, from the look of that EMP-like sword of yours, maybe that's how you're being saved from death. Okay, then, let's spar."

After a long day at the post (mainly because they needed to help the new recruits adapting with the harsh environment in the post), they could finally leave the post at nine. Most went home directly like Richard and Juagar, while the others just leave to the clubs to spend their night.

The next day was the last day of work for that week, so they started to train many new recruits faster and unlike their usual slacking behavior, this time they were serious in helping new recruits since the recruits had less to nothing any experiences to arms. New recruit like Richard didn't need any training because he had proven himself able to handle weapons. Also, it was the end of the month, so they got their monthly stipend. But then, at the time they were training with Richard, something happened to him.

Okay, guys. Look, my name is Richard Andaluvia, and I'll train you in the style of shooting arrows," said Richard while carrying a bow. "Now, what I'm carrying is nothing but a bow, and these things beside me...are arrows. Without arrows, bows are nothing. Archers need to consider a short combat, and these bows are really necessary. Okay, enough talk. Let me show you all how to shoot."

Pulling the bow like he usually did, he focused on the center of the target and when he released the bow, it hit the point directly at the middle. This made the new recruits astonished and clapped their hands. When he handed the bow to one, he felt dizzy all of the sudden and he sat on the nearest chair, watching how the recruit he gave the bow manage to shot very close to the point Richard shot.

"Yeah, that's how you do it," said Richard weakly. "Just practice, okay? I'll...drink a coffee."

When he returned to Post 44, Engrak communicated with him mentally. Being silent for almost four days made Richard worried enough, but he sighed when he felt his presence in front of his eyes.

"Oh, I thought you leave me for good, my man," said Richard with a weak smile. "I think I got a headache."

"Not really a headache if I'm telling you, Richard," said Engrak. "What did you feel when you shot that arrow?"

"I feel like my heart was being pumped, and I also felt like the one in front of me was a human, not target. Well, that arrow pierced his heart through and I felt...very glad."

"Shit..."

"What? What happened to me?"

"Not only lust, but also this? This is worse than I expected," murmured Engrak. "Damn..." "Engrak, can you tell me what is happening to me before I cut you into half and...wait a sec...what did I just say?"

"Y...your curse...my curse, turned you more to a savage dragon than a more ordinary dragon. That was the wrath curse, the curse all dragons tried to hide for it would make dragons like beast, not intelligent being. The...the only dragon I knew that got this curse lost control was...his dark self."

"Xerocia?! I mean, his dark brother?!"

"You'll be like him! Shit, we gotta stop this! There's no telling when you'll lose your humanity...I mean, normal dragon senses...to this curse! You're not a dragon from start, so of course this process would get even faster and more dangerous."

"Shit! But...I did lose control, right?"

"No, that's because of the side effect of the dragon curse! This one's different! Look, if you can at least avoid any kind of fight, I'll appreciate the effort while remedying this curse..."

"Hey, coach! Do you have any more arrows?"

"Shit! Why at this time?!"

Richard, though struggling, said, "You can borrow post 33 for some new arrows. Use the ones you shot if it's still good...oh, can I borrow this bow for a moment?"

When the recruit gave him the bow, Richard suddenly became pumped and a yellow electric arrow was formed at the string. Using his tail unconsciously, he pulled the string until it broke and formed another string of electricity. When he released it, the power of the arrow was so strong that it went through the target range, making the young draconian became both surprised and scared.

"W...whoa, coach, that's somethin'...," he said.

"Y...yeah, it's like ripping...what?"

When he dismissed the confused recruit (fortunately, nobody was hurt), Engrak exclaimed, "No way...my fourth form?! You actually used my fourth form?!"

"The ultimate form you once said?! But, an arrow?"

"No, it's not only an arrow! It's a one set of bow and arrow made from the sword. The bow was made either you carry a bow or using the sword. The arrow could only be shot with your tail."

"What kind of bow that use tail to pull?!"

"My kind of bow!"

"Okay...but what is this going to do with our problem?"

"First of all," said Engrak while his body gestured Richard to sit to the nearest chair. "We gotta stay calm...especially you, okay? Richard, I'm lying about those four transformations I was telling you. The sword is the curse I gave to prevent it being stolen forever since those stealing it would be forced to guard it as a dragon. Now, for a short while, I'll grant the wielder powerful things associated with their soul. For instance, the one before you had a brave but vile soul, and so he got black soul armor with this sword.

"For you, I gave the four transformations. That's not the default mode of the sword, and the electricity was also a ruse. You gave this sword electricity, and because of Ray, this sword could never be wielded again by another wielder since your transformation to a dragon was much slower than the wielders before you. I can only guess your heart halted the process, and only slight things, like the lust and wrath, could slowly change you into a dragon.

"Now, my seal...this sword, represented four transformations of your own labile mental. The longsword represented your agony on death, the double sword represented your cracking rigidness, the bow and arrow represented your lust for fight...and the third form..."

"What about the third form?! What about it?!"

"It's...the representation of your draconic lust. There's a reason why I called it Rezka Volonte. It's the draconic of...'Rose Violence'."

"That's kind a girlish name for me."

"I called the third form a rose because...well, it's pink."

"Hey, fuck you!"

"What? I can't help it. It's how your heart represents the sword. It's a whip blade, very sharp and moved like a whip."

"So? That's females' weapon!"

"Not really a female's weapon, if you know what I mean."

"Fuck! Why is this..."

"Richard, your anger. Please...don't make this Post wrecked."

He realized pissing off wouldn't give a good thing, both to the new recruits and to his comrades, now saying he was a hero and best soldier in Milsteir. But, he couldn't stop being pumped when seeing the new recruits practicing their weapon of choice, though he managed to reach Orozco (which was only at the next training post).

"H...hey, Orozco, do you have other archers? I'm not feeling good today," said Richard.

"Sure, we've got plenty, but then, those greenhorns can't practice after you destroyed the target...with that rail gunshot of yours."

"J...just ask someone to make a new one. Makeshift is okay. I'm really in a bad shape today."

"C'mon, man, if you're fighting the wave, you'll faint. Let it flow through you, and you'll be alright in no time. Get some nap, for instance."

Tapping Richard's back, Orozco guided his friend back to the Post while he told the new recruits to train until it's resting time. Opening the second floor's door, Richard sat on the bed and said thank you to Orozco. Somehow, something hot was inside him, so he put of his hoody jacket and slept bare-chested.

Then some kind of hallucinations happened to him inside his sleep. It worked like nightmares, but then, felt real at the same time. He was still inside the sleeping quarters, but with hands tied behind his back mysteriously while he was still on his bed. He had full control on his body, but because of minimum movements, he fell to the floor with Engrak in front of him.

"H...hey, what's this about?"

"As I suspected...," said Engrak. He then lifted Richard so his back could rest on a vertical surface. "The wrath affected your lucid dream too."

"Lucid dream? This place?"

"This is the reason why you could control your mind and your body inside this dream. Now, because you shared it with me, I could make realities in here, including, your tied hands."

"Why did you bother tying my hands in my dreams?"

"Because I must! I can feel how the slowly growing killing aura from you! If I didn't tie you up, you can destroy your own self! Look at me, Richard. Your draconic eyes started to glow, like Xerocia."

"No, I'm not!"

"You are you idiot! See for yourself!"

A mirror image of him suddenly appeared in front of him, making him gasped. The one he saw in front of him was more tied that him, and somehow this one had menacing shining yellow eyes, glaring at him. The mirror image was trying to break through the chains instead of ropes, but it vanished like dust.

"W...what was that?"

"The wrath, of course."

"Wrath...I really don't want to be like that."

"And so that's the reason why I drew you into this place. You gotta find calmness in yourself before you got out. You can take forever here since you won't gonna age, but I'll make sure the real world's time only run for about an hour...so no one would be suspicious. Okay, from this point, I won't gonna untie you, but be wary that each time you can't control yourself, I'll be forced to stop you until you calm up. Got it?"

"Okay, I'll try not to, but you gotta help me in the real world, okay? Please..."

"Yeah, right."

"Anyway, how about the other kind of curse? How can I suppress them?"

"I can give you that, but...."

The silence made Richard uneasy, then he said, "What? What do you need?"

"It will not be a very good idea, Richard. Especially the lust. You won't gonna like it since you didn't like those Spanish-talking draconians' activities."

Richard suddenly realized he was wrong talking about that. He knew he didn't like how Enrique and Cajo made a living or even interrogating anybody. Now, if he wanted to suppress the curse, he had no choice to do it. His whole body became so out of energy thinking of the unlimited torture he would face in the lucid dream.

"But, as a friend, I won't gonna force you to do that. Let it flow. You remember that dark blue draconian told you? You fight the wave, you'll faint," said Engrak with his smile, calming Richard. But then, Richard's face suddenly became pale when he saw the curvy smile from Engrak.

"E...Engrak? W...what are you smiling of?"

"Well...although you didn't feel very fond of having your lust fulfilled, maybe thinking about it made you...let's just say... aroused."

"Shit..."