Chapter 15: The workers of the castle (I)
"What is that?" The soldiers on the floor yelled in fear.
"Is it a dragon?" People ran for cover as fear swept the crowd, for they panicked at the thought of the return of the black dragon.
I wondered why Phil had not taken cover and instead stared up into the sky.
A heavy sound of the engine flew overhead. I instantly knew what it was: a small plane. Wait? An aircraft here and now of all places? Wasn't this a world where there wasn't any technological advancement at all? How was this even possible. Staring up, the small plane scorched through the sky at high speed. Everyone froze in fear at the unknown creature that gave off a high piercing cry.
This was not good. That plane should not even be here. Then does it mean I'm not the only one here? The thought excited me but, at the same time, worried me. If that was the case, then the person in the jet was a being from Earth. How did the person cross over?
"How is it possible for something so fast to be flying like that?" Phil glanced up in complete all awe. For someone so young, he had quite the courage to stand there without any fear. That is truly a demon lord quality. "It's not a dragon. It's too small."
Though for me, I stared dumbfounded at the predicament. This was my one chance to get to know how the residents of Earth came through this world. I guess that the jet would not be able to stay flying in the sky forever. Before something happens to it, I needed to follow it, but right now, the situation wasn't too good. Without thinking, I bolted out of the mansion.
"Berry?" Phil called out behind me. He was startled at my sudden run.
I needed to know what was going on. I knew there wasn't going to be another chance coming up any time soon. I needed answers.
With my curiosity fueled, I ran into the forest. I was jumping over logs and through thick branches gaining cuts on my arms and body. With one fluid shift, I could feel my body change. My arms became more robust, my neck grew longer into a dragon snout, and white horns sprouted out of the head. Mighty wings burst forth from the back, but I did not change completely into the usual size. For some reason, my growth stopped at the size of a school bus.
"Berry?!" Phil exclaimed, he jumped up and latched down onto my tail.
Damn it. This is the wrong time for Phil to find out what I was. It didn't matter; I can silence him later somehow. Wow, I thought like a fierce dragon. The only problem was the airplane that was getting further and further away from me. Each pump of my wings, I felt myself rise upwards. Strong wind blew past my wings as the magic that surrounds my body picked up speed.
Phil grabbed onto the back of the spikes and slowly pulled himself up. We were hundreds of feet into the air. He couldn't help but gulp in fear and instead worked to continually pull himself into a better position. Letting go meant death, and climbing was the only option for his safety.
"Berry! Slow down!" Phil cried out. He was already halfway up the back getting closer to the neck.
"Berry!"
I had no time to answer a ridiculous order. My goal was to catch up to the plane, each pump of my wings, we flew faster and faster. The joy of flying was an exhilarating feeling, but right now, I could not enjoy it thoroughly. Finally, I was able to catch up to the plane and glided next to it.
A young man was driving the airplane. His jet black hair and face were covered in a fox mask. Through the holes in the mask, I could tell that he was shocked. I could already imagine what he was thinking on the line of what the hell is that or it's a dragon. I know I'm not a telepath, but I assumed that I would say the same thing if I saw a white dragon flying next to the plane.
The plane did a sharp dive downwards towards the ground. I, too, followed closely and folded my wings into a dive. Phil was holding tightly to my neck, with a rope tied around my spine. I don't know when his skillful hands had strapped himself onto my back without falling.
At the last moment, the plane pulled and shot straight up. Opening up my wings, I glided sharply forward. It was becoming a test of speed, flight, and maneuverability between the plane and I. From making loops, sharp turns, nose dives, and even strange patterns that I never thought were possible. I could not keep making this acrobatic pattern in the air. I needed to direct him towards a location and push him down out of the sky.
Idea hit me, I inhaled and blew a jet of thin streams of fire. Like a bullet, the fireball shot forward towards the right, causing the plane to twirl. Each time the plane started to move towards the directions that I did not want it to go, I shot a fireball until finally, we saw the Solitary Mountain not too far away.
My domain.
That was where the real battle would begin. Flying with vigor, I continually fired small fireballs, so the person who flew the plane would not deviate off course. There were a couple of times when the plane slipped through me, but with a twist of my head or an acrobatic flight, I somehow made the plane go back on track.
With the goal in sight, this time, I blew a blast of ice onto the plane. The engine slowly stuttered until finally, it was gliding into the air. It was taking a fatal dive, downwards its destruction.
The Curse of the Dragon has been lifted, and the Blessing of the Dragon has gone into effect.
Swooping down with claws outstretched, I reached downwards to grab onto the plane. My body was rapidly growing, and the powerful beat of the wings kept me steady in midair. Snatching it out of the air, I flew downwards towards the large outstretched balcony of the castle. Grabbing the plane caused me to lose balance in midair, and all of us tumbled onto the ground with a thud.
Skreeeeeeecchhh.
The metal scraped against the hard stone, and both Phil and I skidded a good feet away. Luckily for me, I was able to land without a tumble.
Swiftly changing, I returned to the original young woman body. Without realizing that the sudden change, I stumbled. I quickly went over towards the steaming plane. Upon climbing over the broken metal wings, I glanced down and noticed large spider cracks on the window.
Balling up my fist, I punched through the glass. Inside, the young man with black hair was slouched over bleeding.
Damn, I was a bit too rough on the landing and possibly caused a severe injury. Right now, all I could do was gently open up a small red potion that I had kept in my pocket. Pouring it over the man's mouth, the potion went into effect.
"Berry? Is that you?" Phil pushed himself up and got up. He staggered as he made his way over.
"How are you older?"
"I told you, didn't I? I'm not a kid." I was watching the injured patient.
"But? You? What?"
"Look, I lied. I am very sorry that I lied about what I am. I didn't know what another way to go about this. So now, you know, please help me get him out of the plane." I hurriedly said halfway into the plane, unclicking his seatbelt.
"Plane?" Phil was finally able to get his bearings and saw what I was doing. "Was that also a God's Blood?" He was startled at Red potion.
"God's Blood?"
"You don't know? How do you not know what you are using?" Phil was stupefied by my question.
"What are you talking about? It's a low-grade Health Potion. I have a Magic Potion as well."
"Magic Potion?"
"The blue colored potion."
"God's Magic?"
"Hah?" I was getting confused at what Phil was even talking about.
"God's Blood is a rare elixir that can heal any physical wounds. God's magic heals one fatigue when they use magic. How is it that you don't know this, but you know how to use it?" Phil was having a difficult time comprehending everything. "Do you know him? No, wait. You are a dragon?"
"No. I don't know him. Yes, I am a dragon. Plus, this is a red potion, not God's blood, I have quite a lot of these. It's not hard to make them." I stare at him strangely. The ingredients to making them were still the same from this world to the game that I remembered playing: Infinite Loop. Bits and pieces of my previous life and the game was coming back to me in steady streams. The recipes in the game, the worlds, the same legendary stories, species, and races. Though what did not make sense was this foreign element and man that came flying through the sky. They were nothing about airplanes invading this world.
"He could be a monster. This metal contraption could be dangerous!" Phil replied, trying to pull me back. I pushed away his hands and continued to do what I was doing.
"You're worried about a plane and not a dragon?" I stared at him, awed at his oddity. "It's fine. It's just a civilian plane. Quit getting your panties in a bunch."
"Panties?"
"Never mind." There was no use talking to him right now. "Just help me out on moving him, will you?"
Phil finally moved, but this time very carefully. I was relieved that he did not bombard me with questions. The priority right now was to pull this man out.
With great strain and careful movements, we finally took the man out off the plane, laying him down on the floor.
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