matchless

Wind In Red

I cannot utter a word as I felt my feet touching the floor. I felt like I was flying and then I heard my feet landed on a marble floor. It was color white. Everything is white and gray and black. There's also touches of gold and red. I have a feeling that we are on a terrace. I just feel like we're high up the ground because of the mist and fog. It's also the reason why I can't see anything aside from the whitish golden marble floor.

And then, Alov came. The tiny little clouds were cut it half as if it's giving way to him. And my eyes can't even start to believe what I'm seeing. I literally dropped my jaw wide open.

I am sure as hell that I'm looking at a waterfalls of golden water. It was color gold, flowing like a real water and it's in front of me. The sky was a combination of dark blue, purple and pink. It was out of this world. That's the reason why the marble is whitish gold. Because of the golden water.

I scanned the place while everybody started walking towards the falls. It was pure darkness behind me. As if there's nothing. There's a brigde with white marble and a golden falls. It looked like an entrance.

"Flare, come on!" Galar called me. I panicked and went to them running. When we're almost near the falls, they stopped.

"Yill," Alov spoke.

There's a big bird that came out of nowhere. It opened it's wings and the golden water was spread open, it's as if the bird is holding up the water so we can pass through.

I suddenly realized that it's not a bird but a butterfly, bloody red butterfly and it's bigger than a big bird.

"Galar, Herev, Kloz, Alov, Matchless..."

"The butterfly is talking," I absentmindedly commented.

"It's not a butterfly," Kloz disagree.

"Matchless?" Alov asked. The butterfly-like- bird smiled. My inside is freaking out right now. "You did finally found her," the butterfly bird continue.

"That I did," Alov agreed. He's ending the conversation. We walked inside and voila, I am in front of a hall with pure darkness. And I stood still.

It was the greenest clearing I've ever seen. It's a forest, no, it's a house that has forest? f**k! It's a castle. I am looking at the high ceiling and I can see the moon from the window of the castle's high point. It was freaking hard to explain but I tried to remember as much as I can.

Technically, the castle looked like a dome with a Babylonia Garden inside. Or just like the man-made Garden in Singapore. Aside from it doesn't looked like it's man-made.

The floor was full of soft grass, mini pond and mini waterfalls, and trees and there's a lot of good looking ladies who's walking and passing by.

"Welcome to Wraquesh," I heard Galar whispered.

And then I saw Alov climbing on a pile of flattened rocks that looks like a stairs of some sort. On top of it is a beautiful beautiful throne. Wait, no. It's a dragon. He is sitting on a curled up sleeping dragon.

"What the f**k, is that a dragon?" I asked, freaking out.

"Yeah, you can call him that," Galar answered.

"What do you mean I can call him that? They were really called like that. Don't you know about dragons?" I asked.

He chuckled. "Coming from the girl who panic when she saw one? Of course I know that you call them dragons. It's just that we have a different terms that we use in pertaining to them, that's why. We call them Eldan. Descendants of the Great Eldruh." Galar explained.

"Eldan?" I repeated.

I heard a moan. I heard a moan from a sleeping dragon. What did I do?

"Endor, meet Flare. Flare, this is my Endor," Alov introduced us like nothing is unusual. Wow! He just introduced me to a dragon. Just, wow.

Now the freaking dragon is fully awake.

He was the color of ashes. His skin is layered of combined grayish black colors. His scales are purely dominant black. And he's wearing a golden armor.

"I can smell your iron-water from here." I don't know why I'm still not passing out because the dragon just talked to me.

Alov was sitting on the dragon's curled up tail. The dragon moved closer to me but it doesn't even cause Alov to fall from his seat, which means this is a long creature.

I stood up, I can feel my knees shaking as his large head and my whole feature came face to face. The dragon narrowed his eyes to me. Oh my God!

Is this normal? Did I use drugs? f**k me. Is this even real?

Suddenly, I heard the gush of wind surrounding me.

"Wind in red, you marked The Wind in Red?! " the dragon shouted and stormed towards Alov.

"I did," he answered.

"Did you even explain it to her?" he asked.

"Ahm, excuse me, what are you talking about?" I asked.

"Please tell me she somehow knew why she's here," the dragon begged Alov.

"No. That's why I need the Gatherer. Call him, please, Herev. He'll explain. I'm done for the day," Alov retired.

The dragon laughed.

"Oh I can explain," the dragon dared.

"Wow. Yes please," I interrupted. "I've been dying to know it," I continued. This dragon looks so harmless.

"We'll leave," the guys behind me suddenly disappear.

"Wait, what?!" I shouted, trying to stop them from leaving me here. It's too late since they suddenly breeze through the air. I looked at the beauty of my surrounding before I finally looked at the big head of this dragon.

Sarcastic smile.

I'm not informed that dragons have expressions.

"There are four houses here representing four elements, as you call it in your world. Our food is your iron water. What's beautiful on how you were created was you can regenerate what was taken from you, compare to your foods that once you killed it, that's the end. I'm talking about your food that breathes.

"Amazingly, these four houses were so proud they wanted to be independent. Someone who wanted to survive alone. We don't really care much about them, but that doesn't mean that we live in peace. Of course we don't. All creatures below are corrupted.

"Now, every houses have what you call a special food. Like your species do. And luckily, you're one of the special food," the dragon narrated.

"But you said, it's iron water. How am I involve to an iron water?" I asked.

"You don't know that? It's everywhere inside you. I can even hear it," he answered. I shook my head.

"You humans call it blood. Our food is your blood," Alov answered my question.