Chapter 136: Stargazer (IV)
Everyone turned towards him, making him squeak in fright. He became small as if he was caught red-handed from doing something bad.
"Him?" Phil replied, confused at what Orska was implying. "Wait, you don't mean?"
"Exactly," Orska replied with a nod, finally pleased that Phil was getting it.
"Are you sure?" Phil walked over, took a good look at Stryd. "He's not Orc material. He's way too small."
Orska chuckled at Phil's words. He smirked at what Phil said.
I, on the other hand, followed their conversation to a certain point. There was something important going on here that I wasn't quite getting.
"Just because he doesn't fit the typical Orc body type doesn't mean he can't pick up an elephant without much trouble. Though, a full-grown adult could pick up a Peacock Raptor without much trouble." Orska rubbed his chin, thinking about what he had just said. When he placed his hand down, he spoke. "Either way, he is who I was waiting for."
"Me?" Styrd asked, confused. "Sir, what do you need me for? I'm just a halfie."
"Halfie, smalfie." Orska waved his hand in front of him, not caring what Styrd had just said. "He is the one who shall receive it without a doubt."
"Receive what?" I asked, completely lost. If they didn't start answering, I might start pulling teeth.
"How do you not know?" Orska asked. A bit taken aback that I wasn't following what he was talking about.
"You seriously just need to say it. I'm not sure what exactly you're implying. It could be food or inheritance for all I know." I shrugged.
"The Legendary Gauntlets Asphalt." Said Orska. "The Orc's Hero weapon. I know you have it. Bring it out and give it to my people. That is our rightful legacy." Orska ordered with pride.
I disliked how he ordered me to take out what was mine. Who the heck was he? With an angry puff of smoke, it smashed against Orska's body, covering him head to toe. He coughed hard, trying not to inhale too deeply. There was no way I was going to take out something precious with that tone of voice. Nobody tells me what to do in such an arrogant manner.
"What?!" Orska was coughing hard.
"I do not take orders, Orc," I stressed the last word with a threatening growl. My head bobbed slowly side-to-side, a low growl could be heard in my throat, making my stomach rumble. My eyes glowed dangerously golden. The power around me started to increase as its pressure became heavy.
Stryd started to sweat bullets as he scuttled backward in fear. Moca and Tart also knew that I was furious, they too tried their best to stay still, but they couldn't stop shaking. Even Cathy paled, her eyes became wide as she gripped Phil's arm even tighter, which made me angrier when I saw this. Though, it seemed like Phil wasn't as phased at all and was standing there unmoving.
I spat, "Who do you think you are?!"I roared, causing the whole building to shake horribly.
"Don't you ever order me around, ORC!" With a slam of my hand, the ground trembled.
Orska pulled in a sharp breath, his eyes turned wide in fear, and he squeaked. He fumbled backward, he trembled horribly.
I knew I was a wee bit angry, but I had a reason. The thought of just handing out the legendary weapons as if they are obliged to get it without my permission. It was mine, and now I know how powered I had EVERY right to give it to whoever I deemed fit.
"Do you think I, a dragon, is a pushover to do with your own whim just because you can see the future?" I casually but powerfully got up and walked towards him. The pressure kept increasing. Orska was having a hard time scuttling away.
"I-I-I-I m-mean no h-h-harm." Orska stuttered. "It's j-j-just t-t-the future."
My head came down, dangerously towards Orska, showing off my sharp teeth. My whole head was bigger than him, making Orska feel small. "The future is not set. That is why it's called the future." With a blast of smoke, he was covered up in it. I kind of felt a bit bad, I heard that too much smoke could cause lung damage, but I got the feeling that I wouldn't be doing it too often. It was all just an intimidation act, and I was going to make sure that Orska knew who he was dealing with.
Just because I didn't know much about this world and being a dragon didn't mean he could take advantage of me. No way was I going to be a pushover.
"So get that through your small brain Orc, before I make you disappear." My tongue slithered out like a snake. "Or, I could just forget about your whole race here and now and condemn them to their death."
Stryd and Orska gasped and stared at me in horror. Orska now knew that I meant it and I actually kind of did. If he kept pushing and ordering me around, I would make sure he would suffer. Even if it meant messing him up psychologically.
"You wouldn't?!" Orska squeaked. For an old looking Orc, it was kind of funny to see so many expressions on him. I didn't think that Orc had that many expressions on their faces. So far, I had only seen three: serious, angry, and angrier. I thought Phil was terrible, but the Orcs just topped him.
"Why wouldn't I?" I asked, hinting that he should take me seriously. Pushing up, I sat on my hind legs and curled my tail around me. My words were a lot more threatening and heavier when I was in my dragon form, making this conversation a lot easier. "I meant what I said."
"How could you?!" Orska shouted, appalled. "You're damning the whole world!" He somehow dared to shout back, but I shut him up with a glare.
"Then, choose your words wisely."
Orska whimpered, making me feel better. He got the gist of what I was asking for. I didn't want him to worship me, but I didn't want to be seen as someone easy to be pushed around to do their own bidding. I don't know if my weapons could really save the world. So far, it hasn't killed one of the legendary creatures. I think Don and Ginger are having a bit of difficulty out there, so far in five years, they haven't slay him yet. Which was a bit of a concern, though I had to really wonder if their child will be the real Hero.
Phil clapped, catching all of our attention. A smug smile erupted on his face as he watched everything that had happened before him. It seemed that he was enjoying everything.
"Wonderful," said Phil. "Very dragon-like."
"Are you being sarcastic?" I asked with a gruff voice. The way he said it kind of rubbed me the wrong way.
"Absolutely not." Phil chuckled, "I just thought the way you acted was cute."
Cute. All of us were looking at Phil as if he was a bit crazy. The word cute wasn't something you say to an angry-looking dragon. It was just weird in general. I personally believe it should be intimidating or scary, but I sometimes wonder what's going on in his mind to say something so….different.
Even Kathy was staring at Phil, a bit confused, looking back from him to me.
"If you don't mind, Berry," Phil asked nicely with a gentle voice. "Please."
"What if I don't want to?" I stated, testing him in what he would say.
"Nothing wrong in checking if Stryd is the Hero, though you don't have to do it. Seeing the complete genocide of the Orc's race is a bit interesting." Phil had a touch of devilish tone as his lips curled up, staring at Orska. His words caused Orska to pale even greater. Then, Orska suddenly seemed to blank out as if he was watching something in the distance, his eyes started to glow white. It wasn't long until he came back to his senses, and he shook worse than before.
Something was wrong; the way that Orska was holding himself was in complete panic and despair.
"Please!" Orska scrambled over towards me. He was on his knees, begging me. "Please! Don't condemn our race! I beg of you, dragon maiden!" Tears started to flow out of his eyes. I could tell that he had a flash of the future. He was doing a full out kowtow that made me feel really uncomfortable. "Please!"
There was silence for a moment. Stryd was shocked to see the famous stargazer bowing before me. Someone like Orska never bowed to anyone, but now it was a completely different story.
"Fine." I quickly stated it was getting uncomfortable fast. Maybe, I cave in too fast. I think I did by how quickly Orska's expression was changing.
Orska completely stopped sobbing, and he looked up with snot covering his face. "Really?"
I sighed. "Stop crying." Seeing someone so old and crinkly cry made me feel a bit bad.
"Thank you, dragon maiden! Thank you!" He started to kiss my toes as if they were made out of gold. It made me pull back a bit disgusted in what he was doing.
"Stand back, will you?"
"Yes. Yes." Orska wiped his snot, he got up quickly and moved back. Everyone else did the same, waiting patiently in what I would do.
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and searched inside of myself. A swirl of power escaped out of my body, clashing outwards vigorously. Wind started to pick up, causing the leftover plates and food to tumble away. The Orc maids and butlers quickly held onto something so that they wouldn't get tousled around.
The remaining five weapons swirled outwards from my body, spinning around me like a planet. Opening my eyes, I saw five glowing weapons. Each one powerful in their own way. I didn't realize until now that my power was feeding personally into the weapons itself, making them glow even brighter.
I always wondered why they were seven legendary weapons, not six. The mystery behind the sword Starlight made me curious about what kind of power it had. Either way, I looked for the weapons I was looking for, the Legendary Katar Asphalt. I found what I was looking for.
Legendary Katar Asphalt
A legendary weapon imbued with the power of Earth. It has the power to create and destroy mountains. Its monstrous strength gives the owner one hundred times their normal strength. It has a natural nullifying ability to counter the Titan's horrible smell. Hero Bo was the holder of this weapon. The weapon chooses the master to wield its great power. Only the chosen Orc Species will be able to pull out all of its power.
The weapon turned into a ball of light as it sped up in front of Stryd and shimmered into existence. Legendary Katar Asphalt was almost like in a gauntlet form; the cool thing about it that I noticed was that it had retractable blades, making it a great assassination weapon.
Suddenly, another one of the legendary weapons started to glow as it zipped towards Cathy. I was completely shocked. The weapon that danced in front of Cathy was the Legendary Holy Sword Gala.
Legendary Holy Sword Gala
A legendary weapon imbued with holy light. It has been once held by a legendary hero that slew a mighty demon, Leviathan. The weapon chooses the master to wield its great power. It was once held by the Great Hero from the Divine Species, Toekum. For forty days and forty nights, the Hero Toekom and the Leviathan fought till the Hero overcame the monster. Doused in the blood of the first Leviathan, it has the power to confront and slay its descendants. Only the chosen Divine Species will be able to pull out all of its power.
I didn't even summon Gala. What was going on?
Cathy stared at the weapon that was floating in front of her, confused. Her eyes started to twinkle as if she finally understood what was going on.
"For me?" Cathy asked excitedly.
I barely could say anything except a haphazard cough that was more of a choke. The thought of the legendary weapon coming towards her didn't make any sense.
Gala was a medieval type sword that had a beautiful sheen to it. Appearing before her, I could tell that it was powerful. Cathy reached over excitedly, her hands wrapped around it. A flash of light erupted outwards, causing her hair to flutter backward.
Phil was pushed back as he raised his hand to cover from the bright sheen of light. We all looked away except for me. I could take the harsh glare without much problem because it was my energy, to begin with.
Just as quickly as the light erupted outwards, it disappeared in a matter of seconds. Cathy had her hands wrapped around the blade with glee. Gala didn't even shudder out in protest. Instead, it hummed with pleasure.
Damn it! My weapons are traitors! I huffed, wondering why Cathy was in tune with the Gala in the first place. What was the requirement? I really didn't understand at all.
"The blade has chosen." Orska started with a sharp gasp, staring at the third Hero born in less than fifty years. "This is a bad omen."
"You don't say." I sarcastically stated without realizing it. Two out of three legendary weapons were given to different people way too early for their time, making me wonder what the hell was happening. Was this even normal? I really didn't think so.
"Look, Phil!" Cathy excitedly showed off the blade towards him. She was like a child who was given a new toy. "The Legendary sword Gala accepted me!" She proudly stated. "This will definitely rise up the Leaf's family reputation and name to its former glory!"
"Yes. It would." Phil nodded in agreement. "It would also shut up the council's prattle about Divine women being the head."
"Is there something wrong with having a female head?" I asked.
"Yes," Phil replied. "Females in the Divine race aren't seen more than items. Having a female head is considered unorthodox."
"You serious?" I liked the Divine race less and less.
"Yes."
I thought over what Phil said, but my attention was quickly diverted over towards Stryd. He yelped out loudly, catching all of our attention.
"Argh!" Stryd fell backward in pain, clutching his hand. The Legendary Katar Asphalt was sparking electricity like an angry eel. We all could smell burnt skin and knew that he was rejected.
"No." Orska gasped. "This can't be?!" He rushed over towards Stryd. "How can the legendary weapon reject you?!" With a half a scream and a shout, he angrily stomped his feet.
Then he stared angrily towards Styrd, who shrunk in size as he cowered into a ball.
"You're a waste!" With a vicious kick, Orska stomped onto Stryd's back. "You damn halflings aren't Nothing but useless! How could you fail?!"
Orska cried out in pain as he was being beaten. I was alarmed at Orska's complete change of demeanor, and I lunged forward, slamming my tail in between the two of them.
"Back off." A low, threatening growl rumbled in my throat. The Legendary Katar Asphalt disappeared back towards me as I made a shield with my tail around Stryd.
Orska gasped, stumbling backward in fright and knew that he was in deep trouble.
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