I sighed at how Richard tells only a little information, not just about the island, but about everything.
"Isle of Prisons... Isle of Prisons.... Isle of Prisons..." I repeated.
"Why do you keep repeating this name?" said Pangu, "as if you're going to unveil a secret."
"Can you stop talking for a moment please? I am trying to concentrate," I said while being very annoyed.
"Alright alright. Don't get angry!"
I shook my head and kept repeating the name of the island. After some time, I finally knew what the name signified. "Found it!"
"Found what?" asked Pangu.
"You remember the prophecy, don't you?"
"Lad do you know how many prophecies I heard in my life time?"
"Don't be stupid, Pangu. I mean the prophecy that I issued."
"Oh okay. What about it?"
"The prophecy said, 'The Ice will test the prisoner's wrath'. I am the Ice. Now we are heading to an island called the Isle of Prisons. Don't tell me that's a coincidence."
"Now that you put it that way, no it's not. But why would Richard send you here? Does he already know what is going to happen?"
"You never know if he does. Anyway, Richard said it is a test for me, and I am up to this test."
"I don't know if this optimism is good, Orion. According to Richard, I have been into the island, but I have a sensation that that visit wasn't a good one."
"Can swords have feelings to begin with?"
"I am trying to be serious here!" I didn't know if I actually believed it. Not Pangu's feelings, no. But him trying to be serious. After all, when was he?
"We won't know until we reach the island." With that, the dragon wings sprouted from my back and flapped. Immediately, I got off the ground and flied in the direction of the island.
At the moment I stepped into the zone of the island, I suddenly discovered that there was not that much oxygen. Only a few. However, I didn't need oxygen to breath.
The natural energy stored inside my body was enough for me to breath for a month. But after a month... I would need the natural oxygen to breath.
Anyway, I lost count of the time. After two hours, no it is three, or was it four? It doesn't matter. Okay I know how to put in words: After a long period of time, I reached the shore of the island. It wasn't that hard, was it?
The ground was of hard dark black rock, all of it, and there was no soil at all. It was flat, yes flat. Not a single mountain or at least a small hill.
Very far away, I saw the tower, glowing in the dark weather. Actually, the tower, which had the piece of the blade, was the only source of light in the whole island.
Still, I wasn't convinced that magic won't happen here. I took my sword from my waist and tried to change it to a wand. Yeah you guessed it, and I did, the swap wasn't successful.
"Looks like we will have a tough time getting to the tower, Pangu," I said.
"Yeah," he replied, but his voice was in my head, not like before, when he was talking like a human.
"Why does it seem that my voice was in your head?" asked Pangu.
"Yeah it was," I replied while frowning. I took a step forward and sensed great difficulty in that step. In fact, I crawled at the spot.
With my leg trembling, I managed to step up. I looked at the tower, which was several days away from me, in a normal situation of course.
"Yeah, it wouldn't just be difficult," I said, "it will be impossible."