"All they care is about the prophecy. Whoever you are with too. And if this vision is on play… you have come in contact with both Max and Sam. Maybe in the same room, or something. They after all are the main spotlight of this… repeated play. Better behave with them, huh?"
I just find Fara standing there, frozen. Her being ahead of me, I couldn't know her expression. But a hand grips Fara's right shoulder, relaxing them. Aster.
"Are you alright?" Rusty asks.
"Just… little dizzy," she replies.
"It is painful isn't it. I wonder if maybe I already went insane. Am I in a fight with the two? After all… they made that machine right? The one which messes with time. And made us the centre of it, while they just-" a glimpse of her saying something, in mute, plays in front of us.
"Why does that happen? Does that… mean something?" Sam asks.
Fara doesn't reply, as the other one seems to continue, after coming into full picture.
"-we are struck. But we… fantasize about fighting the two friends we had made, long back. Friends we only heard or saw, barely, in our visions. And we are just so angry on them… that is Rahambose."
There was that name again. A piquing name, in the sound of names.
"Anger. Hate. Consumption in… recklessness of these feelings. Everyone feels such emotions but… he tends to arise from there. Wounding in there. Empowering the feeling."
That sounded like the description of Satan. The baddest of evil.
"Whatever happens, Max and Sam, even when they are the first dragons, our friends… they'll cause it," she says, making me step back a little. I and Sam would do what? "The simple solution you could get is… kill them. But do you think it stops? No!"
That was a relief… that we didn't just have to die. But then… what?
"Anger… as I said. You'll cause it. Maybe a friend will turn, at the death. Maybe a… crack in time, yeah, that did happen, so maybe that will bring Rahambose there," Fara gets silent for a long moment. "Maybe we ourselves will become it. There is no limitation to what or who. Because I heard… in the end it is always Rahambose."
Then… what is even the point? If it is sure?
"Then what even is the point?" the other Fara asks the question on my mind. "I don't know either. But even back then… we stopped him. Even now there must be a chance. According-"
I see blue shade taking on the darkness, and white waves of lines, like a web, taking over my vision, as I find myself, slowly, after being able to see properly, back in the room.
A loud noise fills my head, making all of us feel unpleasant at the same time. But slowly the noise seems distant, as we were finally put back to where we were, from near the alarm or whatever that was.
"What's that noise?" I ask.
"Danger," Aster says.
"A-Aster," Rusty says, and Aster looks at him, like the rest of us. "This seems like tough times… bad times. So this may be the only chance I get… I love you."
…since when? What? This…
I look at Sam's expression, she seems shook, just like Fara, and even Aster.
My hand was having an urge of hitting the back of his head. This was… no time to joke?
"I…" Aster says, and all of us turn towards her now, with anticipation and unknown wish of our own, in our eyes. "…am glad you told me," she nods a good few times, and I feel my head bop up and down a little too. She sharply but lightly nods one last time, and starts walking away, making us follow her.
"Making the time machine, broke time. And it released the monster inside their son. And just… he spread it among others. My exact words is that, in hundred others, he instilled idea of conquering everything, to have control," Fara says, breaking some ice.
"The alarms are totally fine?" Sam asks, breaking new ice.
We hadn't stopped, just like the alarms hadn't. Just hurrying through the long corridor, we converse about… a prophecy. About me and Sam… bringing some guy into the world.
Like… through… reproduction?
I slap my cheeks in my mind, and feel a shudder on them.
"No… but it'll be," Aster says. "Everyone around here knows what to do."
"You have like; protocols?" I ask, trying to involve my brain elsewhere.
"That is a military word, but yes. My dad had implemented much of it."
"Try all of it," Fara suggests. "Don't glare at me, Lady Flame. But, do you even know how many dragons there are?"
"Why does that matter?"
"It matters because five-hundred and fifty five dragons, including Mr. Rusty here, are present in this world. To all of whom, you are supposed to be the leader to."
"Lady Flame?" Sam asks.
"Yes, a title I got for being the best flame in all of dragons. A title everyone GAVE to me, with respect. I think that says more than me having to remember the populace of dragons."
"Your dad was called Master Flame."
"Well, my DAD, never wanted to face the military people who were always trying to harm us. Yet, after I'm here, here we are, in a military base. A feat which HE NEVER ACHIEVED!"
All of us stop.
"A what? This is… a military base?" I ask.
It made sense. The structure… it was similar to other bases. It had a kind of essense like 'The Factory', a secret ex-military base, which was famous to have been haunted, to keep folks away.
I wonder where this one was. It was unfamiliar, even when it gave off the same essence like the others which I'm known to.
"Yes, what do you think the alarms are for? They don't like us. Never did. And they have come to take the 'Fortress' back."
Fortress? A couple few were called that. If Aster helped device plans to take down such a place… the military would be mad. And she sure could boast.
But the weird thing was, while me and Sam were freaked of the revelation, Rusty seemed… oh it had almost passed my mind. Why did I have to remind myself? Not that it was disgusting or weird or… anything at all actually. But… it was better out of my mind, whatever happened.
Should I just hit the back of his head already?
The military, right. Shit. Was dad here?
"We should move, Lady Aster," Fara says, but Aster just glares at Fara. "Even Line and Tony aren't here. Please. I'm sorry."
"Everyone's already informed by you: to have an escape plan ready. They'd be on it. So let's just do the same, it'll be fine."
Fara nods, and I follow Aster, who moves forward. But I find myself on a dark path, surrounded by darkness, and land my feet into the light at the end of the tunnel.
I gasp, finding myself in a white sight of plain.
But at my next step, I'm back there, following Aster, and continue to do so, without having a moment to think about what happened, as everyone hurries.
We reach a door, and the two people at the door open it, at Aster's sign. To light come dragons… flying away, avoiding gunshots whose sound was seemingly muffled by the alarms until now, or maybe they felt like a part of the alarm.
Few red dragons seem to use their tail to bash at fire, putting it off, as bullets hit them: doing no harm.
"We need to join them. Figure flying?" Aster asks Rusty.
"I think I could."
Aster covers Fara, after transforming into a red dragon, prompting Fara to sit on her. And Rusty transforms too, while going towards a nearby group of soldiers, to push them away, before they can succeed in doing any harm.
Something blasts to our left, and soldiers cover me and Sam, as my hearing gets muffled-up, thanks to the close-up blast.
Aster looks towards here, and roars, but no one shoots towards her, but just point their guns at her.
"No this needs to happen!" Fara screams, and turns towards me, while slowly saying, making me read her. "It is for the better."
"Ff…" the soldier besides me… my Dad, says. I recognise his little-muffled and unclear voice. Had gotten used to it a lot.
All the dragons retreat away, and the military let them go, without firing further shots at them.
I see Rusty take a look, back at us, but just continue flying besides Aster. Making me wonder how majestic his size was, yet he was able to fly. He looked like the largest one among them.
Some soldiers silently nod to themselves and go inside the doors, while dad and a couple soldiers escort the two of us to a helicopter, in which the three of us get on.
As the helicopter takes off, dad waits and removes the mask on him, and I witness his perfect black, and young, hairs, fall besides his still young pale face. He barely straightens his hairs in one stroke, while looking at, and addressing us.
"Are any of you hurt?" Parzival Blesthe, my Dad, asks. "O-okay, rest for a while; we'll get you checked up," I feel myself unable to move a lot, just my eyes flicker in tiredness. "We'll get Rusty, I promise."
***
"But… father and son at different sides. Isn't that bad, Wise-dad?" Hailo asks.
"Well, if it is just a story, I'd have made sure it hadn't happened. But… unfortunately it is history. The military hated the dragons."
"But why?" Drego asks, in a sharp-tone, which scares me a bit. "All of them… were the same. Humans."
"Why do you think we are here, dear Drego? Not just Earth… dragons were seen as monsters and different… everywhere."
I find that even Drego is unable to say anything to that. She just gives a saddened expression.
"Then what happened?" I ask. "Only Rusty made it out, with Aster. How did Max and Sam join them back, how did they come here? Did the two go back to get their friends."
"Spythun…" Dad says, while laughing. "I'm sorry, I just found it cute. It was hard for them to leave their planet, they barely knew anything was out there. Besides, even now, and back then even more… dragons weren't up to their full potential. They couldn't just leave easily."
"But that was the case of Shankan dragons," Wyrom says. "Even the Androglectouns."
"Shankans were strong, yes. Like Androglectouns, who were the first dragons to come here. Hence, why the King before Dad was of that origin. And… their story was… worse, even when they escaped. As something actually lured them here, and made escape easier. But that is another story."
"I have read that one," Wyrom says.
He loved books. The shy and quiet kid.
"Yes, and I suppose everyone except Drego may know. So it'd be awkward for me to tell a story which is already known."
I didn't know.
"But, I'll make sure to tell the other stories, as much as possible. One-by-one, alright?"
Wyrom nods with a soft smile up his face.
"While two escaped, two didn't. But… they were going back home. So they were safe there. At least that was Fara's plan. But… some parts of the prophecy couldn't yet be avoided."