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The Blood Pact...I heard Ruru did it before..and he said he never wanted to do it again. I've also been told that there was a low death rate from it, but I should be fine...hopefully.

**Date: November 2nd

Location: Hydion, front of Alex's Smithy

Time: 7:36 pm**

It was quite the shocker to be seeing the snakess again, though Michael was relieved it wasn't that other snakess Dahlia, "...Dahlia isn't here is she?", he asked, holding up a flame in his hands so he could properly see her face but also checking around to make sure no one else was hiding in the darkness. Desiree had a long black head of hair, not remembering that the last time he saw her. It looked nice, seeing it wave in the air as he shook her head to his question, making sure to have came alone as she wanted to talk to him face to face. He gave a sigh of relief, still not over the trauma she caused him, "Thank goodness...i've still been having nightmares of her...I really really do not want to see her.", he said looking down, Rizan and Shyranrya giving a surprised gasp as they didn't know of that.

"Of course not. I wouldn't want to thank you with someone who caused you that much pain...which I still can't even begin to apologize for. However I'm here to thank you for saving me personally as you were still out cold.", she explained, grabbing him and giving him a kiss on the cheek, followed by a hug, "You have no idea how happy I am...free from that place...", said Desiree with a few tears going down her face.

Rizan and Shyranrya cleared their throats, reminding her that they also helped too, "Don't forget we helped too!", said the both of them, Desiree chuckling as she put down their human. Michael smiled and blushed from the smooch, rubbing his head in embarrassment, "Heh...well I couldn't have done it without my friends. Definitely you two! But what brings you around here? Surely you couldn't have come here to just say thanks.", he asked, Desiree giving a nod as she was definitely here for more.

She reached into one of her pockets and pulled out a Link P.I.C., colored yellow compared to the black one Shyranrya had as she pulled up a screen in front of them. It showed the image of a desert like area, with an ancient looking city completely made of stone and pillars, "Well saying thanks was high on my list but...there's also something else. Dahlia told me to call the dragoon she...errm...took the time to meet back in the late castle. Seems she has something for you, but she won't say what. All she wants is to talk to you over at the Orno Desert."

Before Eurasia could answer, Rizan clawed the screen to shreds, making it vanish with a swipe as she growled, "What?! That horrible slut of a snake who raped him and left him with nightmares expects him to help? You can tell her to go die!", she shouted, Shyranrya reluctantly nodding as she agreed with what she was saying. Michael was pondering if he should or not, but leaning towards not to from what she did.

Desiree gasped, remembering that she was talking to some dangerous people, "Whoa! Whoa! Just say no! No need to get angry...well I should've expected as much. I wouldn't forgive her either. Now that's out of the way, there's one more thing I have to tell you. Someone stole a sample of your semen I had ready for our species...now you're on a most wanted list. Now you have not only bounty hunters, but others who want to use your seed for some reason. Please, don't let anyone else get a hold of what you're capable of!", she said with a very panicked face, both Rizan and Shyranrya looking confused but also curious as to why she was talking about his seed.

"Sorry about them Desiree. Though I have to say, I can't help her. However why would anyone want my seed? What else could they use it for other than what you're going to do?", responded Michael, the two dragonesses behind him giving him a very suspicious look, "What? Why ya giving me the evil eye?", he then said looking at them both. He suddenly realized that he never explained in full the note he got from her, forgetting about it after he made Shyranrya calmed down from being super curious.

Rizan shook him by the shoulder and wanted answers, lightly tapping her foot while she awaited, "What is this talk about your semen? Am I missing something?", she asked, Shyranrya wondering the same thing. Desiree was shocked to see that he didn't tell them, wondering now if it was the right thing to have mentioned a delicate subject.

Michael waved his hands in front of him, chuckling nervously as he backed up from them, "OK ok! I'll explain. I forgot to mention but Desiree's note was not only a thank-you note but it was also an explanation of the results of a test done on my seed. Dahlia...raped me for more than just self satisfaction. From what she said, my seed is special, unique and dangerous. Dubbed the dopplegangic seed, seed that has 100 percent impregnation with any species.", he explained, getting a bit of a blank stare from them both.

"Symptoms include flavored seed, colored seed, and if you've fucked him, getting pregnant quite quickly. But the easiest way to tell is by the color of seed. If its colored, most likely its flavored as well, meaning they have it. But its about .0000001 percent of the population has it so its impossible to find nowadays. I need it to help restore my species population that N.D. nearly lead to extinction...I hope you two don't hate me for that.", Desiree explained further, both dragonesses wondering if such a story could be true.

However their doubts died when their human was agreeing with her, knowing that he couldn't be lying about something like that, "Ah...alright then. Though that's a surprise...well it was good to catch up with ya but we gotta get going. Eura's sword is ready and we gotta check it out.", responded Rizan, pulling on Michael in which he struggled and yelped.

Shyranrya saw them go in, then taking a moment to look at Desiree before turning away from her towards the entrance to the smithy, "So you're saying that his semen...can impregnate any species...correct?", she asked, getting a nod from Desiree. It made her think that it was why she got pregnant, pondering hard over a few things, "Now it makes sense...normally it takes a lot for a human to do so, too much than the average male can output due to a dragon's tough egg inside of their ovaries. Even though we were compatible, human seed is rather weak and thus there was barely any chance of any half-breeds. Those who were uneducated assumed that there wasn't the right chromosome count or some other reason, but the true reason lies in the seed...of course!"

As the dragonesses left, Desiree started to walk off into the darkness, opening her P.I.C. and put it to her earslit as she made a call, "....Dahlia? Good you're still awake......No I didn't call you lazy. I did what you said and as you thought, he refused.....yea I made it sound as unpleasurable as possible....So when how kick in?......Ah that's pretty simple then...right do it in 20 minutes....yes, if all goes well....we'll have some help from him again.......you're welcome. But keep me out of this. I owe that human too much. I'd rather stay on his good side, given that those dragonesses are just as if not more powerful than him......ok i'll be waiting near edge of the desert......No I don't want to share the next human you bought. I have more important things to do.....well shut up. I'll cya back at the city."

• Meanwhile, inside Alex's smithy

Rizan looked around as it was lit by only a single light bulb, seeing that it hasn't changed one bit since they were here. Michael was checking the swords in the barrels again, to see that it was exactly how he left it as well, "Wow..doesn't look like Alex gets a lot of business. I checked these and they haven't been touched. Heck the whole store is dead...is the sword really done?", he asked, Rizan going to the front counter and banging on it as no one was here.

"Who knows. Either way I'm pretty sure hes back there...Alex!", shouted Rizan, seeing no one come out as Shyranrya came in and walked over to the front counter as well. She had to lower her head as the ceiling was too small, thinking it was probably better to wait outside. After a few minutes of silence between the dragonesses and the human sifting through the sword out of curiosity, Alex finally came out, covered in soot while wearing gloves and a special mask that covered his entire face.

The look surprised them, taking a moment to realize it was him by the tail swishing behind him, "What? Never see a dragon in his work uniform?", he said though muffled by his mask. The three chuckled and nodded, seeing him take it off and it showed that he was quite sweaty, "Phew...well you three came right on time. I finished everything but the blood pact our dragoon friend Eurasia must perform before the weapon can be used by him.", explained Alex, the words "blood pact" making him quiver just a bit.

Rizan wasn't sure of what it was, though the words quite familiar. Shyranrya wasn't sure what it was either, but the word blood didn't make her at ease of what Michael had to do, "Eura?...what is the blood pact? I've never heard of such a thing...but I don't like how it sounds.", she asked, seeing that he was sweating bullets himself suddenly.

Michael looked quite scared now, swallowing quite hard as he walked forward, "I knew it...seems I gotta do what I missed out back when I first got my father's sword. I was told I was omitted from doing it because father's weapon would work for me, but...the blood pact is a very necessary and dangerous ritual. In order for a dragoon weapon to be blessed and bound to the dragoon wielding it, it must be bathed in the owner's blood. The stronger the weapon, the more blood has to be used in the sacrifice.", said Michael, Rizan and Shyranrya looking quite shocked.

"It can't be...that's just like how our ancestors did things, but it sometimes resulted in the death of the dragon!", shouted Rizan, unsure that he should do such a thing as it was very risky. Shyranrya wasn't sure what to really say, knowing that its a dragoon's duty to do it, but there were rumors that many dragoons died afterwards from excessive blood loss.

Alex was surprised as how they made it sound, as if it was really such a dangerous thing to do, "Hey hey! Stop talking about it like its so risky. The dragons passed this technique on to the dragoons for a reason...to give the strong a weapon worthy of them. Someone who's will is undominatible, and determination is unbreakable, won't die from this. Those who do aren't meant to be a dragoon you know."

It was a required ritual, knowing that without a weapon forged of magic, any other weapon would break rather fast. Images of N.D. flashed in Michael's head, knowing that he'd be toast if he didn't suck it up. Taking a deep breath he walked forward, Rizan and Shyranrya worried for his safety, "As scared as I am...I gotta do it. N.D. has to be stopped...and I won't let him hurt you two again.", said Michael, his fear turning to determination.

The dragonesses had no choice but to let him go, but Rizan quickly walked forward towards Alex, "Alright, but can we please watch? I wanna make sure he'll be alright...", she asked, getting a quick "no" from him as Alex shook his head. Shyranrya expected as much, but she was going to ask as well, "I thought so...I was going to ask anyway, but from what I remember, Blood Pacts have to be done by the one doing the ritual, and the one doing the blood donating. Knowing us, we'd probably try to step in when we think he'll die, which may ruin the whole thing."

"Don't worry. I'm here to make sure he doesn't die...but this will take quite a bit of blood. Good news is that if you do this and live Eurasia, you'll have surpassed your ancestor. The amount of blood needed on this one is a bit more than what he had to do.", exclaimed Alex, not making anyone feel any easier about the whole thing. He walked over to a door behind the counter, nothing but darkness in it as he opened it and motioned Michael to come over.

The two disappeared behind the door, leaving the two dragonesses to worry over what was going to happen. Rizan was sure he'd succeed, until hearing that his trial would be harder than what his ancestor went through. The two then proceeded to patiently wait, Shyranrya taking out her P.I.C. to play solitaire while Rizan just tapped her claws against the wooden front counter.

Michael found it hard to see in the darkness, blinking as lights were turned on from out of nowhere. Alex took care of that thanks to a light-switch, revealing a stone block with sword shaped space on top in the middle with a book on top and nothing but stone covering the walls. A big sword could fit in there thought Michael, walking forward to check it out while Alex walked forward and grabbed the lonely book, "Now then...its been awhile so I hope I'm not rusty. Bah I shouldn't be worried, you're the one who has to do the hard part. Also I need you to agree to a waiver Eurasia, before we start this.", he asked, grabbing a chair laying on the floor and kicking it in Michael's direction.

"Waiver? Whatcha mean a waiver?", he wondered, catching the chair and moving it towards the stone with the sword shaped indent. Alex began flipping through pages, looking for the right one as he stood on the other side, looking down at the human who is prepared for this, "Well basically if you die, your dragonesses can't sue, hurt, or do anything of the sort to me because you agreed to this out of your own free will. Because they are scaaaaaaaary!", replied Alex, getting a nod as Michael knew he made the choice on his own.

It was then Michael noticed something inside the crevice, a ton of shards of metal all over, even the hilt of a sword which he suddenly found familar, "Hey...this is my sword! Why is it here?", he asked, Alex looking down at the human while chuckling. He picked up the hilt in his hand, then dropping it back down, "Well that's an easy one. Usually the blood pact requires an already made weapon. This will be far more powerful than that as I'm using the remains of your old sword and recycling them. It'll give it a much needed boost...trust me on this. Any more questions?", he explained, Michael shaking his head as he got the answer he wanted.

"Good, but don't worry. I won't let ya die...now lets begin.", said Alex, pulling from his pocket a knife and a pen, putting the sharp knife on the square stone while grabbing Michael's arm and drawing dotted lines down the under side of his arm. He did the same to the other, then handing him the knife, "Now, since you mentioned that you didn't do it the first time, I'll give you a recap on what will be done. Your blood will bind your soul and dragoon spirit to this weapon, meaning no enemies can wield it but your allies can in case they need be. It also adds to the magical coating that will make it nearly indestructible to the point where even a dragon buster won't break it this time. Pops made alot of advancements since then, and I'm giving you the best sword possible...I'm counting on you to kill off N.D. for good this time.", said Alex, in hopes that his kind will be freed from oppression.

The knife and the dotted lines on him made him put two and two together, knowing exactly what will be happening next, "Of course. I'm still not ready to face him...but I'll be training hard after today.", exclaimed Michael, the knife shaking in his hand before it thrusted it into his arm and cut into the bicep. He yelled in great pain, going in hard but being careful of his muscles as he extended his arm forward. Blood dripped into the stone, making sure every drop would fall in the space while Alex began chanting.

"Oh Pact of Blood...Oh Power in Spirit....Let this blade be the bane of all that it shall strike...", he began to say, the rest of it being said in the ancient dragonic language. The pain was quite high, even more so when he began to cut his arm open going upwards, following the dotted line. He yelled out in pain as his flesh was opened half way on the line, blood nearly squirting out down below as the whole stone front was painted in blood.

Rizan and Shyranrya jumped hearing the groan of pain, nearly making them want to just jump in but they held the desire at bay. Michael kept on yelling, feeling that sharp knife slicing through his arm, until finally he started to tear from in immense pain. His hand was moving as if on its own now, until finally it reached his hand and the space was about 1/3rd full of his blood. A bit of it missed but the majority was filling up, Alex grabbing the knife and pulling his arms together side by side while the book he was reading from began to float in mid air.

Lightning flashed as he stabbed his other arm, making Michael lose his voice from all of the pain. Using his tail, Alex put a gag on Michael and made him bite down, making sure that he wouldn't swallow his own tongue while the blood was filling up fast. The two dragonesses outside felt the ground shake, an immense power coming from the room they weren't allowed to enter, "My god...this the blood pact?...I've done a few myself but..nothing on this level!", commented Rizan, Shyranrya holding her so they wouldn't fall over.

Unlike what Michael did to the first arm, Alex did a clean fast swipe, the blood nearly pouring out as he struggled to keep the human still. Everything was starting to go blurry, the extreme blood loss and pain making him pass out as the sword shaped crevice was nearly filled, "I CALL UPON THEE SHENANOSKA, SACRED PACT MADE IN BLOOD! GIVE THIS SWORD YOUR BLESSING!", shouted Alex, letting the unconscious human go as the final drop of blood landed.

Rizan and Shyranrya heard an explosion, one large enough to make the door go flying. It smashed through the counter and towards Rizan, in which she quickly punched it to a pile of toothpicks. Though the two now didn't care what was going on, both of them running in to the smoke filled room with Shyranrya having to be careful of the ceiling, "Eurasia! Alex! Are you two alright!?", they shouted, coughing as they couldn't see anything. The sound of a machine then was heard suddenly, like a vacuum or something of the sort above them.

Quickly the smoke began to clear, the two dragonesses seeing Michael covered in blood on the ground, as well as his arms looking like something sliced through them, "EURASIA!!!!", the two shouted, Alex coughing as he was on the wall and having a bunch of scratches bleeding from his shoulder. Rizan ran to check on Michael while Shyranrya went to see Alex, noticing he wasn't too hurt, just bruised.

"What the hell...this sword is TOO powerful...never had an explosion that strong...you're definitely a Eurasia!", he shouted, laughing as he saw the taller dragoness kneeling and coming at him. He gave a smile to Shyranrya as she helped him up, putting her arms around her to help heal him right up, "Thank you very much...but Eurasia...I hope hes alright. He gave out around the end...oh! Right, lets see the result!", he suddenly remembered, walking over before he was healed fully to check the sword in question.

Shyranrya gave a huff as she was trying to help, going over to her favorite human to see Rizan healing him up, "Hes lost alot of blood...far too much...hes pale.", she muttered, noticing that his flesh was nearly ghostly white. But luckily they had made it and the pact didn't need all of his blood, Shyranrya getting on her knees to join in, feeling that he had lost about 12 pints of blood, "Man, the average human has 14 to about 18 pints of blood, and Eurasia lost about 12 to 13. Hes lucky to be alive...Alex, did you know it was going to be this costly?!", Shyranrya asked, seeing that Alex was holding a blade probably 6 feet long, a massive blade, much thicker and nearly twice as long than the old blade Michael had.

Michael's color returned within minutes, the two dragonesses happy that their healing combo was unrivaled as the long sliced arms closed up without a scar. Their patient then started to stir, shaking his head as he awake to see the smiling faces of Rizan and Shyranrya. AS he was about to thank them, he was sandwiched in a hug between them, his face feeling their chests on each side of his face, "Oooh! Thank goodness we made it in time Eura...", said Shyranrya, feeling relieved.

Rizan gave a squeal of delight as well, nearly crushing him as he struggled to breathe,"You're lucky to have us. I don't think you'd be close enough for a hospital trip from here!", she said with a chuckle, the both of them letting him go as they saw he was trying to get free. Alex coughed as he wanted to remind them of something else that's important, showing off the sword in his hand and swinging it a few times. It was huge, a 6 ft long blade that had a red pointed hilt and blue pointed hilt and the blade its self a darker shade of silver.

Though it gave off a huge shine, the fact that it was so huge bothered him as he was helped up by Rizan and Shyranrya, "Thanks! Man I never want to do that again...glad its over...but Alex, whats with the huge sword? Its far too big for me...I was trained to fight with one handed swords.", he asked, the three of them walking over to him as he wondered about the sword's true potential.

"Well its simple Eurasia...You need more power, and your dad's flimsy old sword won't be able to do it. You'll have a lot more raw power added to your own power this time around, so its time to get to work learning to use it. It can do quite a lot, much more than your hand-me-down. Congratulations on being the owner of the blade dubbed "Vernier Flamberge", even though its not really a flamberge style blade.", explained Alex, handing over the sword by the hilt to its proper owner slowly.

As Michael gripped it, it instantly pulled his hand down, slamming into the cement floor and shattering where it landed. Alex had to quickly move out of the way as the blade would've cut him in two, Rizan and Shyranrya gasping at the near miss. Alex began to glare at the reckless human, but his anger subsided as he saw him literally struggling to pick it up, "You know that was close...but I guess i should've mentioned too...this sword is 1000 lbs heavy. Made of the strongest metal that I slipped in with the shards of your old sword and strengthened even more by the magical barrier the blood pact created. Good luck buffing up!", he said with a smirk, seeing him finally holding it up but literally sweating as it was incredibly heavy.

To better suit the added weight, Michael tapped into his dragoon spirit, feeling the power making him stronger and the sword easier to carry. A red aura surrounded him, making the dragonesses step back for a moment to let him have some room, "Gosh its going to be a real pain if I can't use this sword without using my dragoon spirit. I can lift 1000 pounds, but not that easily...gonna have to train my butt off now...can ya help me out Rizz and Shya?", he asked in a very cute tone, the two happily obliging as they were going to be training the next morning.

"Of course. We train once a week and tomorrow was our day. We're kinda of behind due to the mess we've been getting it, but you're sure to get stronger training with us!", exclaimed Rizan, Shyranrya wondering if she'll have to go easy on him due to wanting to train him, not beat him down. With the plans set, the three exited the smithy, Michael having to lug the sword on his back thanks to Alex giving him a sheathe. The weight was intense, nearly making him fall over while he walked wobbly to outside where it would be convenient to teleport out as the flash created a huge problem if used indoors.

It was now pure dark outside, only the moon lighting up the sky with tons of stars, as well as the light of Shyranrya's P.I.C. while she inputted the coordinates. Michael enjoyed how it looked, remembering back home where it was too bright to see any stars in the sky. Before Shyranrya finished, Michael's P.I.C. began to make a sound, the dragonesses looking at their human while he checked to see what was up, "Huh...a message? Who could it be?", he wondered, bringing up a screen in front of him to see a voice message was left. He was skeptical about playing it but he then thought what was the worse that could happen.

On the screen, he pressed the play button, a short silence following before a voice started to speak, "...ORNO DESERT...NOW...RETURN!", shouted the voice, female in origin as it sparked something within Michael. He started to look pale, and shivered, bringing back memories of when he was trapped with Dahlia while he broke down in tears and dropped the P.I.C.. Rizan quickly ran over to his side, realizing herself that the voice belonged to the snakess who treated him wrongly.

The flashes of him being whipped, and violated in many ways made him feel cold, even though Rizan's warm hand and voice were trying to comfort him. Before he knew it, he blacked out, falling on the ground hard from the weight of the sword on his back. Shyranrya stopped what she was doing and went to help too, helping Rizan lift up him up and putting an arm on her shoulder with the other on her friend's shoulder, "Is this some type of joke? Shes probably angry that Eurasia said no...you can tell she doesn't deserve his help.", commented Shyranrya, worried as she wiped the tears from his eyes with her large hands.

As again Shyranrya attempted to set the coordinates for home, Michael's eyes opened, looking blank and emotionless. Rizan didn't notice as she was trying to get the blade off of him, turning for a second feeling him stir, "Oh Eura, you're...back?", she asked, being startled by the expression on his face. It was definitely a familiar one, but not a good memory as quickly it came back to her, "...Eura?! You're alright?!", she shouted, suddenly being thrown off into the sky as Michael gave off a powerful blue aura which blew her away. Shyranrya dropped her P.I.C. as she was pushed in the stomach and sent away right into the Heat Season Inn, though it was still sealed so she crashed into the metal covering rather hard.

Rizan quickly got a hold of herself, letting her wings out to stop herself in mid air and look down at the blue light brightening up the city while she thought on what to do, "I thought so...mind control. Just like last time...that message must have triggered...some sort of hypnotic suggest she left in him...I swear i'll kill that bitch if i see her.", she thought to herself, seeing her human having a blank expression on his face as he looked around for something. Shyranrya shook her head as she was dazed for a moment, not expecting something like that as she clenched her fists to try and snap him out of it.

Before she could get in close, their human sped right off, a huge gust of heat and the ground its self melting as he sprinted off at a speed that made him look like a meteor on the road. The dragonesses began to give chase, Shyranrya grabbing her P.I.C. and taking to the sky, her white wings getting her above the city to her friend's side, looking at the little ball of fire get farther and farther away from them.

"Rizzy, you thinking what I'm thinking? That the message was a set up to get him under hypnosis yet again...", asked Shyranrya, Rizan nodding as she was glad to see her friend thought the same. The two quickly started to tailgate, their dragoon quite speedy and burning up the road.

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Its going to be great to have him back. Though I shouldn't be so rough...now that I see that hes quite powerful. Doesn't matter, there's no way he can refuse my offer.

**Date: November 3rd

Location: Unknown, somewhere in the Orno Desert

Time: 6:34 am**

Everything was quite blurry, nothing but darkness even though his eyes were opening. Michael felt sore all over his body, as well as somewhat sticky while noticing his clothes were all gone, "Ugh...what happened...everything went black...after I felt that horrible feeling of Dahlia...", he said shivering, his whole body shaking from what he suddenly remembered. As much as he hated to admit, she left him with a scar mentally and was having trouble staying calm this time.

Though he still got up, his legs shivering as he felt his sword was gone. For now it was probably for the better since he could call it whenever and it wouldn't be good if he was being slowed down by it. His back was against a wall, a stone one that he could probably punch out with his normal self, but it was a good idea to not make that much noise without knowing where he was. With a flick of his wrist, he made a ball of fire to see where he was, which turned out to be a bedroom without any lights at all, just candles on stands which he proceeded to turn on. A bed that was too large for him as well as a bathroom that would be too large for him as well, coming to the conclusion that he wasn't where humans lived.

From the light, he saw that he was covered in blood, something that made him jump, "Whoa! This is blood!...oh god...I hope I didn't...", he thought to himself, starting to break out in a cold sweat before jumping from the sound of a metal door opening. There he saw a face he didn't want to see, seeing her slither right in with a hungry expression as he stepped backwards against the wall he woke up against.

She wore a longer skirt than last time, though a bit more classy as it was light blue, matching the shirt that had yellow frills as she was quite happy to see the human, "Mmm, good you're awake. You had quite a night last night...", she said with hiss, backing him up to a wall and standing a good 3 feet higher than him, while having a lot of length behind her still. She liked how he was looking scared, lowering herself to stare at him eye to eye, "Relax Eurasia. I'm not here to hurt you. In fact you should know why I made you come here...I need your help.", she explained, putting a hand on his cheek and rubbing it gently.

Michael moved away from her, clenching his fist as he was trying his hardest to relax and think things through, "H-help?...I'm not helping someone like you...not after what you did to me.", he replied, his expression turning to anger and displeasure as she pulled back and stood up, shaking her head as she did expect him to hold some sort of resentment for him.

She slithered to the side and pointed towards the door, making him see that it was unlocked and open, "Well you don't have to be rude about it. Gal's gotta have fun somehow...well if that's you're choice then you leave. I honestly won't make you this time as the hypnosis wore off so you're free from anything you think I could do.", said Dahlia, seeing the red haired human stare at her suspiciously, before starting to walk. Before he reached the door, Dahlia tripped him, making him fall to the floor using the tip of her tail, "Oh did I mention? This help I need concerns stopping N.D. and hitting him where it hurts.", she quickly muttered, making Michael quickly turn around while on the floor and look up at her.

"N.D.?...hes here?!", he shouted with a gasp, not thinking that he was involved with it. If that was the truth, then it would change things, as well as his motivation to help. She didn't answer his question, slithering back at him and wrapping his legs with her tail, "Well...if you agree to help me, I'll tell you the full details. Believe me, I'd ask anyone else because I know I left a bad taste in your mouth, but if someone has a chance its you or your dragonesses."

To be continued...