Dare To Love A Dragon - Chapter 140

“You want to help?” the old man scoffed at him. “Little girl go home and do what girls your age do,” he advised.

“I told you not to call me a girl,” he said stomping his feet to the ground like a child. He hated the way that they addressed him and how they spoke to him.

“Look you need a therapist to talk to. You need help accepting yourself,” one of the other five oldies said to him.

He was a dragon and they talk to him however they wanted and even went as far as to treat him as a child. He hated that he was powerless to do anything to stop them from talking.

“I don’t care what you say but I want to help look for Royan,” he said to them. “I will help you save him,” he spoke and before he knew he was flung across the trees by the old man.

He hit his head on a rock when he landed. He felt dizzy from the impact and felt the weight of his head increase. He tried to lift his head but dropped it again.

He screeched in pain, his eyes forced shut as he felt the part that had hit the rock. His hand got wet from touching the blood from his head.

“How do you think she knows Royan?” the old man with the staff asked his friends.

“There is only one way to find out. We should torture her information,” they suggested.

They picked up the dragon and carried him and took him with them. They placed him in the trunk of the car and drove away from the property.

Ander felt angry and infuriated at the old men, his mother and the imposter. They stripped him of his magic and made him vulnerable. He began plotting in his head the terrible ending that he was going to give them.

It had to be something that they would regret for the rest of their lives and remember him with forever.

As he was busy in his thoughts he recalled something that he had read way back when he was learning forbidden magic in the palace.

He had come across an a cult book that he perused through just for the sake of it. It never thought that he would ever need such dangerous knowledge of magic but he also never anticipated a day would come when he would be stripped of his powers and reduced to nothing.

He struggled to reach out for the pocket knife in his right pocket.  He had found the answer to his problem that ensured not just victory but the life that he had always dreamt off.

He found the knife and held it in his arms, he closed his eyes to ready himself for what he was about to do next. Without his body which was protected with a spell that allowed him to feel half the pain of whatever was inflicted on him. He was vulnerable to even the smallest pains.

He slit his wrist with the knife and let out a bog scream after. He screamed so loudly it caught the attention of the old men driving the car.

Without waiting for the pain to subside he went ahead and cut open his other worst as well. He dropped the knife taking deep breaths to tolerate the pain. He struggled to concentrate on the chant that he was supposed to do with his hands and head hurting him.

He concentrated less on the pain but on the chant. “Forces of the sun and those of the moon, unite as one and grant me a wish,” he uttered repeatedly.

The old men wanted to get out of the car and check if he was fine but the scream died down so they ignored it.

He his words while in his heart he held the wish that he wanted to come true. He was not going to let his chance get taken away from him. He was determined.

The blood from his hands flowed above him. The one from his right hand formed the shape of the sun and the from his left formed the shape of the moon.

Soon the trunk blew open letting him float in the air. The old man driving the car stepped on the brakes when he saw this and excited the car.

“A blood spell,” he spoke watching Ander get engulfed by the blood that flowed from his body. The blood surrounded his body from head to toe like a cocoon.

“How is she doing that. The blood spells gave long been sealed from the world,” the old man questioned.

“The knowledge of such practise was burnt with the rest of dangerous practices years ago,”  a companion of his uttered next to him.

The old man observed the cocoon that floated right in the middle of the road. With the government snooping around for any supernatural creatures he couldn’t leave the girl there.

But he had his doubt and questions about her identity and how she knows the blood practise. He raised his shaft and and set an invincible barrier around the dragon that made him invincible to naked eyes.

Only supernatural creatures could see him in that state. They parked the car on the side of the road and waited for Ander to come out of the cocoon.

“Why do you think the girl is here. Do you think that he has anything to do with the condition that Royan is in?”

“That is unknown to me Maximus,” the old man with a staff said.

“But Daven if she is responsible for his condition then wouldn’t it be wise to get rid of her before she causes more harm?” Maximus asked her.

The others nodded agreeing with him. Daven looked at them and back to the cocoon before him. He was worried about his grandson and the trouble that had come to his doorstep. Whatever it was had the audacity to harm his grandson and he was not going to tolerate that.

But he had a feeling that the girl in the cocoon was not involved with the pain that his grandson was going through but he didn’t believe her innocence either.

His grandson goes missing and his amulet says that he is dying slowly and then a crazy girl shows up that practises lost art of blood magic. She might not have been the one to hurt him but she knew who did and he wanted that information.

Daven and his friends camped at the road in the night watching the cocoon closely to avoid losing her.

The sun rose the next morning but the cocoon was yet to open. “Perhaps she is staying in there longer because she is afraid of us,” Maximus said to them.

“The blood is fixing the damage in his body and granting whatever blood wish he asked for,” Daven informed. “She personally can’t control the blood,” he added clearing their misunderstanding of the blood magic.

“How long will he be inside there?”

“Not sur…” he started to say but halted when the cocoon burst before them splashing the blood all over them.

“I guess till now,” he added.

They wiped the blood off themselves and watched Ander float in Natalia’s body. He slowly opened his eyes feeling as good as new. He felt strong and more powerful, his eyes glowed with a thirst for blood.

What he would give to have a second round with his imposter and teach him a thing or two about the consequences of going after a dragon king.

“You are awake,” Daven spoke catching his attention. “Took you long enough,” he added.

Ander brought himself to the ground and faced the old man. With the new found strength he could take them without even lifting a finger.

“Now, want to tell me who you are and why you tried to kill me?” he asked the old man.

“I don’t answer to you,” Daven uttered coldly.

“Everyone answers to me,” Ander spoke to him. He bent the blood flowing inside of the old men behind Daven and watch the man drop to the ground. “Choose your words wisely or he does and I will move to the next old man until they are all dead,” he informed with an evil glint flashing in his eyes.

“I missed being evil,” he added letting out an evil laugh that sent shivers down the old men’s faces.

“My name is Daven, I am Royan’s grandfather and I am here to rescue him,” the old man said. “I was trying to kill you because I thought that you are among those that caused him hatm?” he answered honestly.

Ander’s eyes softened and he realised the old man in his hold. He had to quarrel with them. He had a bone to pick with the people that drove him to the point that he had to hurt himself just to be able to fight back.

His hand had a little cut that allowed drops of blood to flow out. He used the blood to do magic and control the old man.

“I will help you. The people you are after took something of importance to me too,” he let out to them.