Chapter 186: The entrance (1)
My skin tingled as droplets of sweat slid down my nose. I could feel every inch of my body burning under the harsh sun that stung every time I moved. It was one of those days where the summer heat was like the baking oven that was left open momentarily, but this was worse. It lingered in the air, dry and disgustingly hot, where even breathing made me want to cough. I had to take small, short breaths. I felt like I was in it, melting under the summer heat.
With a squint, I looked around, hoping to find a shade to cool down. I needed something. Something to help counter this dreaded heat. Scanning from right to left, I saw two young girls wearing their simple pink and purple summer clothes. Each one of them was laughing and giggling, waving their hands at people who would come by to buy their bronze copper lemonade stand next to the flower shop.
Their mother watched over them through the window, ensuring they were okay as she did business.
I couldn't help but rub my eyes. Was this my oasis? I tilted my head, hoping that this was true.
It was.
Quickly, I ran over. The heat on my skin was now scalding as if tearing into my very own skin. I needed it. The Lemonade.
Rummaging through my pants, I fumbled for the copper, stuffing my hand into the pocket until I could feel that metal on my finger.
I stopped, looking down crazily at the Lemonade. My mouth was dry, parched, and every swallow made it worse.
With a slam, I placed the quarter on the table, which startled the two. The girls looked at me funny for a brief moment. I couldn't help but feel embarrassed. However, when they looked down and saw my quarter, a smile erupted on their angelic face. My saviors.
"Thank you!" one of the girls wildly smiled, handing me a cup of Lemonade.
I reached out, taking the cup in hand. A shock of cold tingled against my hand. Then, with a deep sigh of relief, I tilted back my head and drank. It was then when a wash of sour lemon made my toes slightly curl, and the sickly sweet sugar that would make anyone think twice of drinking it, but I didn't care. Each guzzle of cool Lemonade brought a breath of life into me.
Eventually, I came upon the last gift of life: Ice.
The cold ice touched my very lips, wetting every inch of my lips as I moved it back and forth with my tongue. The coldness only lingered on the tip of my tongue as I tried to pick it up and get a bite of it. But every attempt failed. Frustrated, I tilted my head back. The cubes of ice that had the lingering taste of sickly sweet Lemonade were still left as a bunch of them slid down into my mouth.
I coughed, trying not to suffocate myself. It took a moment for everything to be under control as the ice started to rapidly melt into my mouth. Each crunch, a wash of relief of coldness crunched like pop rocks, giving me momentarily shivers, but I did not care. I did not stop. Each crunch, each bite allow my temperature to lower. A relief I wanted, no needed, as the tingle of cold traveled throughout my body and even to my toes.
It didn't take long for it all to disappear. I swallowed the last gulp of icy water.
With a deep sigh, I let out a cold breath that dissipated in the summer heat.
The battle still raged on as the day was not over.
Walking through the city and checking the yearly inspection was not something I wanted to do, but I was forced to. Unfortunately, we were low on personals to assist, and they have asked me for help.
I couldn't say no. So this was the city that I have protected. I knew I was busying my mind with distractions, and I welcomed it. The more, the better, as it kept certain unwanted thoughts out of my mind.
"Young mistress," Coco came over as if she appeared magically out of thin air. She looked at me, worried. For some reason, even in the black maid outfit that she was wearing, she didn't seem to sweat in this wretched heat. How was she even doing it?
I didn't know.
Even Tart and Moca seemed okay in this weather, but I was smoldering in this heat for some reason. Was I not a dragon?
I couldn't help but sigh. Maybe it was stress that was getting me.
Possibly.
Coco handed me a towel.
"Thanks." I took it from her. The beads of sweat continued to stream down my face.
"Is this normal?" I asked. Looking over toward Coco.
"The weather?" Coco tilted her head.
"Yes."
Coco shook her head. "This is the first time in a hundred years that I know of where the weather had risen to such high levels." She commented. "I think something is happening that is causing such a drastic change of weather. Last year wasn't ever like this at all."
I agree. It never was.
"What do you think that might be causing it?"
Coco cleared her throat. "I believe it's the appearance of the legendary creatures."
"That could be a possibility."
"I am sure, young mistress. Not only that…." Coco's voice trailed off. "The appearance of a demon king has begun many things."
The demon king.
Such a word had become taboo around the city and especially around me. It was only Coco who would speak her mind about it and not care what everyone else thought.
"I see…"
"Young mistress, you shouldn't let this get to you."
"I know." I sighed. It wasn't easy. If only I could let it go….I shook my head to clear away my thoughts.
Coco was concerned, realizing what she had said had caused a sense of pain in my heart. "We should go home, young mistress." She quickly said.
"We should." I nodded, knowing full well that she was trying to change the subject, which I let her. I didn't want to dwell on it anymore.
We headed back home.
Six months have quickly passed since the disappearance of Phil and the Legendary creatures. Yet, not a single news has cropped up about them. It was as if they completely disappeared from existence.
I felt betrayed that Phil had left with my aunt.
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