CHAPTER 37
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CHAPTER 37
Mission 37: TRY TO GET NOT GET MYSELF KILLED
HE WAS A pawn. He was someone who was sent to do the first move and would eventually die in a battle. He was someone so powerless that even strength was never his companion. He was that pawn of Enchnatria.
Yes, he was a pawn but if the plan he formulated would work, and he could infiltrate the territory of the opposing group, then he could perhaps win. The side he fights for will win. And if lucky enough, maybe. Just maybe. He could be a lot way more bigger. Bigger than other regular officials.
Because when a pawn reaches the peak or the deepest checkered box, it can turn itself into whoever it chooses to be.
That is why he decided to do the best he could do. So that all the sacrifices he did would not go to waste. What for , that he came back to this world. What for that he went to claim that he was the summoned hero of the fantasy world that he never expected to exist in his entire life.
With all the confidence and bravery he still had, he step out from that wall to show himself to the villainess. It was the dragoness in her human form. Like the first time he saw her, he was still astound of the beauty she possess. Though covered in bruises and scars and cuts, her skin still looks so elegant. She only have the cozy fur wrapping around her sexy body.
Her daring and fiercely looking eyes turned into crimson red upon seeing him. It was already wiped but he could still see some tears left just the corner of her eyes.
Why does his heart aches upon seeing her cry? And why the hell is she crying? Because of the pain from the cuts she received? Or maybe something even deeper? Something even the eyes cannot seen.
He can feel it. It was something more than that. He thought the hurt she was feeling was buried deep in her heart. Because her cry was not the cry of someone who was hurt physically. But a cry more like a mourn.
Did someone die? But he can not see around her who have died.
The small light of ball went between their faces, just to stop whatever the dragoness was about to do .
“Move. Move if you do not want to get hurt, “ the dragoness ordered the pixie in a low voice.
“Stop it, right now. You can not fight anymore. You might die if you will enrage again. Can’t you see? He is alone. There are no other men, aside from him, “ the pixie defend for him.
It was true. He have no one with him. He only brought with him a horse, a bottle of water in a tin container, and the symbol in his chest that was given to him by the princess of Enchantria. That would be his emergency exit of ever something will happen on this critical mission he have.
“Move!” the dragoness ordered in a louder voice.
“You were crying, “ he said, still his hands were up the air.
That made the dragoness stare at him. Her eyes somehow is slowly turning back to its original color. But, when her eyes just about to be back to normal, it flashes back to crimson red again.
Grey could see anger in her eyes though flashes of sadness in it are still visible. The corners of her eyes have stains of tears she shed a while ago.
“ I am not! “ she denied. “And why do you care?” her voice still envelops anger.
His hands unconsciously, moved to touch the upper part of her cheeks, brushing the wetness there, where her tears had flowed. But she suddenly shove it away just before his fingers kiss her skin.
“ What on earth are you doing? “ she was furious. Her feet stepped back one.
But that did not stop him from touching that same area again.
“Why are you crying? “ he asked as soon as he wiped the tears that was about to fall down her cheeks. Her tears were warm. It was from her truee emotions deep in her heart.
She turned on her back and was about to run when suddenly more of those small ball of lights came to her, blocking her way. That made her stop.
"What do you think you are doing?! How dare you stop me?" she raged in anger.
Why does she always gets angry at even small things?
Even him self was shocked of what happen. So , there was not only one of that pixie creature. There were more of it.
And what could possibly be amazing was they came in like a swarm of bees from a beehive.
They came in like strands of of christmas lights that were shining and glittering on a cold christmas eve . The scene was familiar. Very familiar.
It was like the ball of lights that called for him in the middle of the ocean on that cold thunderstorm night. It was like the ball of lights he saw at the body of water. It was just before he landed back in Enchantria.
But this time, it was too many. They were blocking the dragoness' way out. They were making a circle shape, caging the woman inside.
He heard they were taboo in the kingdom. People of Enchantria were never allowed to talk about these creatures. Some would say they were traitors. But some would also say that they were long gone. They vanished the kingdom of Enchantria a long time ago when the dragon started to appear. All this time, are they just hiding?
But these pixie appears every time the dragoness is just around the corner.
"Stop running away. The hero here looks like he wanted to have a talk. Would you give him the chance? " the pixie talked for him.
He does not know why but it looks like the pixies got his back.
She turned around after wiping her tears. She took a deep sigh and asked him, " Why are you here? And what do you need?"
"I am here to tell you that we will not bother you anymore," he said and blinked a few times. The pixies' lights were a little bright for him. They were just too many.
"Really? You will not bother me if - -?" she asked for him to finish the sentence .
She knew that something is going on. And they would ask something in exchange.
He wanted to tell that they want them for him to be friends with her. But that would be a little fishy.
"They offered me as your slave and let them live freely," he said.
"Freely? Let them? This is my kingdom! Mine and mine alone. Why would i give up? Why would I not bother them just because they offer you?" she enraged in anger.
He r face is also turning to red out of anger.
He raised his hands again up in the air.
"Okay. Hear me first. Calm down. See? I don't have any weapons with me," he tried to convince her.
"I don't have much time hearing your nonsense explanations," she said.
"I was sent to do whatever you ask for. The king only wants is a cease of this chaotic war," he began explaining.
"If he wanted this to stop, then he should give up the throne."
"There are men who died in the war. There are families who lost their family members. There are women and kids who keeps on crying for their shelter were wiped out by this war, " he paused. He could see how her eyes turned back to normal. He could see a glimpse of pitiness and worries in her face.
Just as what he thought, she could have feelings. Because she is a woman. That would make her heart a soft one.
"For how long?" she asked.
Now, they are talking.
"You will be the one to decide if for how long will you give us time," he answered back.
She raised an eyebrow.
"Then I might have to play a little with you for a while," she said and smirked.
She took a few more steps backward before turning and made herself to a dragon.
Her big claws grabbed his whole body. Her wings began flapping to make her fly.
"Wh - - where a - - are we going?" he asked as he looked down to where they were from.
The y were now few meters away from the gound. They were flying!
He began to sweat really cold. His tummy began rumbling like a thunder. He felt dizzy.
No one told him about flying with the dragon.
He thought he is going to die. But he will not let that.
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