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[fanfic] Dragonsight: Chapter 4

Those so-called supers were on their way. He snorted; they might be useful against small-time criminals who did not dream as large and strong as he did, who didn’t have powerful dragons as their bound slaves. They could do nothing against him.

First and foremost, he knew quite well that the five of them considered his greatest capture their ‘friend’. What a ridiculous concept. It was tantamount to calling a dog or a cat or some other pet their ‘child’ in his opinion. Animals were animals, worthy only of obeying a proper master.

Should they not obey willingly, then there were ways to train them properly. Such as the medallion he held now, or the collars that he’d created for his lesser guards.

He looked down at the medallion with a sense of pride. It had taken him so long to find it and he’d nearly lost his life in the claiming of it, but now it was his. Now he looked forward to having his silver-scaled slave devour anyone who dared to stand against him. When all the other dragons saw that he could overpower such a fierce beast, they would know they had no other choice but to cower before him as well.

He could not help but look forward to it. The collars he’d created for the guards took a long time to weave and enchant and he’d only been able to assure himself that small commands would truly work, such as ‘eat anyone who comes this way’.

He’d always wanted to be a dragon tamer, but any time he approached one of them, offering to be their master and trainer, the dragon ignored him. From the greatest to the smallest, they paid him no mind at all.

That wouldn’t happen anymore. The medallion saw to that.

And the dragons would see to it that he became the Master of the World.

Seeress watched, with the eyes of inside and out, for the slightest hint that anything was going to happen. She wasn’t going to call it ‘going wrong’, since sometimes the most surprising things could work out right, but when something did happen, she wanted to know about it.

Black Magician Girl kept them both concealed from whatever cameras and other surveillance worked in this place. Most of the people left inside – and there weren’t very many of those – just curled up wherever they could to stay out of the way, and wouldn’t have given them a look if they’d seen them in the first place. They probably would’ve been in slightly more danger of being cheered if the people had seen them.

But now they moved along, catching occasional glimpses of what was going on outside with their teammates and Kisara. Harpy Queen, Dancing Dream, and Entrancer dodged and spun here and there, not letting Kisara’s lashing tail or snapping jaws get near them. From the way she tossed her head and the pain in her eyes, Seeress thought the so-called dragon tamer pushed her more and more to fight them.

That can’t be easy. He needs to focus on her. That offered a thread of thought Seeress followed even as they kept on moving. If all of his attention was on Kisara and controlling her, then once she and Black Magician Girl got to wherever he was hiding, he wouldn’t be able to defend himself as efficiently.

Something about that twitched at her mind, something she thought she was missing. She couldn’t follow the thought all the way to the end, not with keeping the better part of her attention on making certain the two of them made it through with a minimum of disruption.

A dragon’s roar – and not Kisara’s – broke through her half-trance and Seeress focused her vision on what was going on in front of her.

Two dragons stood in front of what had been an elevator. Under normal circumstances, they could’ve simply flown up the shaft. But these two stood there, claws flexing, small tendrils of fire wafting about their mouths.

They were identical, covered in green scales and with a pair of sharp yellow horns on their heads, and even sharper claws ready to shred anything that came close enough. They tossed their heads around, dulled black eyes not focusing very well, but that didn’t seem to hinder them from focusing on the two people in front of them.

Black Magician Girl’s grip on her staff tightened. “Blackland Fire Dragons,” she murmured. “I don’t know who they are in human form, but they’re pretty tough like this.”

Seeress nodded, not looking away from the two dragons. They were looking at her and Black Magician Girl, but hadn’t yet moved toward them. They didn’t need to. If they kept the two heroes away from the shaft, then they couldn’t get to the false tamer and stop him.

A glint of something bright caught her attention and she looked a little closer. “Mana,” she murmured, not worried about using her companion’s true name. No one who could use it against them would hear her. “Do you see what I see around their necks?”

Black Magician Girl tilted her head a bit closer, peering. Her knuckles whitened. “Collars.” Again she looked and muttered something under her breath that her teacher Mahaado would likely have reprimanded her for.

Then again, if he saw what they saw, he would’ve said much worse.

Collars that reeked of blood magic and dragon magic at the same time. Which meant one and only one thing: dragon blood had been spilled unwillingly to create those collars. Likely from those who were blood-kin to these dragons themselves. Isis knew enough about blood magic so she could identify it and that would make the magic even stronger.

“Blackland Fire Dragons can’t see very well,” Black Magician Girl mused out loud. “They usually hunt their prey by sound.”

Seeress nodded, ideas flickering in and out of her thoughts. One of them would work, she could feel that, but she couldn’t pin down which one. That could mean either almost any of them would, or almost none of them.

Being able to see the future didn’t make planning battles easier all the time.

“Let me handle this,” the sorceress said at last. “I think I can get them out of here while you go on and deal with him.”

Seeress flexed her fingers, a small smile hovering on her lips. “All right.” This felt right, to let Mana do it. While not a dragon tamer herself, she knew a few things about them, mostly from discussing dragon magic with Kisara and one or two of the other dragons that the knew.

Just as well that Jounouchi is out of town today. I think he would’ve already torn this pretend tamer and had him for lunch.

Which wasn’t a bad idea, and one she grew fonder of with every anguished roar from Kisara, but why should Jounouchi have all the fun?

Black Magician Girl coasted over to the two dragons and waved her wand, sending out a wave of sound that couldn’t quite be called music. Both of them turned their heads toward her. Mana grinned at them.

“Hi there! So, I know you’re guarding this elevator, but we kind of need it right now. So, why don’t you follow me and I’ll take you where you can find some delicious food that isn’t going to complain about being eaten. Pretty sure I saw a fast food place right down the street.”

Seeress wondered just what kind of orders they’d been given. If they weren’t allowed to leave their guard post, then Mana’s deceptions might not work.

But carefully, ever so carefully, the dragons moved forward, their collars not giving them any problems, and before much longer, the way ahead stood clear.

To Be Continued

Notes: The flavor text on Blackland Fire Dragon: A dragon that dwells in the depths of darkness, its vulnerability lies in its poor eyesight.

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