Dragon of the Eastern Night - Chapter Twenty-Five: Dragon Ball Calamon's Guarantee

Chapter Twenty-Five: Dragon Ball Calamon's Guarantee

Leslin stood at the narrow doorway of the carriage, his golden eyes looking at the sunlit forest. Everything was silent, and the winter celebrations were over. This wilderness is clutched by the clutches of winter. The snow-covered land was devoid of any life. Leslin nodded, good. He turned and stepped into the carriage, shutting the door tightly.

The group camped on the outskirts of Candlemore for a few days. Their journey is almost over, and it's almost unbelievable that they have to reach their destination so easily. Tonight they will take advantage of the darkness to go to the Fur Sam. They had enough money to charter a boat to San Guist, and money to buy supplies and stay in Foros for a week. This afternoon will be their last performance.

The young mage squeezed into the back of the carriage. His gaze rested on the shiny red robe on the shelf. Tika was going to take it in, but Leslin yelled at her angrily. She shrugged, left it behind, and went for a walk in the woods, knowing that Calamon would find her as usual.

Leslyn stretched out her thin hand and stroked her robe, her fingers gently moving over the glittering fabric, lamenting that the days were about to pass.

"I feel very happy. He said to himself. "It's weird. It's rare to have the opportunity to say that in this life. Needless to say, my childhood, let alone the last few years, especially after they took away my health and gave me these eyes. But I never expected such joy. What a shabby show compared to my magic! but...... However, the past few weeks have been so calm, and I am very satisfied. I don't think that will happen again. At least there will never be one after today."

Leslin hugged his robe for a little longer, then shrugged and tossed it into a corner, and continued to the back of the carriage, which he had set up with a curtain to make the premises of his private room. As soon as he walked in, he carefully pulled up the curtains.

Wonderful, he had hours to go undisturbed until sunset. Tannis and Riverwind went hunting, and Calamon should have known that this was just a reason for him to find time to be alone with Tika. Jin Yue is preparing food for the journey. No one would disturb him, and the mage nodded in satisfaction.

Sitting at a table that Calamon had made for him, Leslin carefully pulled out an ordinary-looking bag from the most hidden pocket of his clothes, which contained the Dragon Balls. He opened the pouch with trembling bony fingers. Leslin reached in and took out the Dragon Balls. He easily picked up the Dragon Ball in the palm of his hand and looked closer to see if anything had changed.

No. There's still green hues swirling inside. It's still icy at its fingertips.

Leslin smiled and squeezed the dragon ball tightly and began to fumble around on the table. Eventually, he found what he had been looking for: a rudimentary, three-legged wooden pedestal, which Reslyn held up and placed on the table. Flint must have been unsparing in his criticism of this clumsy workmanship. Reslyn didn't have the skill and interest to carve such a thing in the first place. He hid in the back half of the carriage all day, secretly carving such things along the way. Yes, it didn't look very good, but he didn't care. Anyway, it's just going to come in handy.

He placed the pedestal on the table and placed the dragon balls on it. The marble-sized sphere looked smooth, and Leslin moved backwards, patiently waiting. Just as he expected, the Dragon Balls began to grow. Is it really Dragon Ball getting bigger, or is he getting smaller? All he knew was that suddenly the Dragon Ball had become its original size. If anything, it's that he's too insignificant, too small to be in the same room with Dragon Ball.

The mage shook his head, he had to be careful at all times, he knew that now the Dragon Balls were starting to try to disarm him. Soon it will begin to blatantly try to control him. Leslin felt his throat tighten, and he coughed as he cursed his weak lungs. He took a deep breath in fits and starts, forcing himself to calm down and take a big deep breath.

Relax, he thought. I must relax. I'm not afraid. I'm strong. Look what I've done!He quietly called out to the Dragon Balls: Look at the power I've gained! Look at what I've done in Sivanasti. I'm strong, I'm not afraid.

The color of the dragon ball turns softly. It did not answer.

The mage closes his eyes and blocks the dragon balls from view. After regaining control, he opened his eyes again, sighed, and looked at the Dragon Balls. The fateful moment came.

Dragon Balls are now back to their normal size. He could almost see Rollak's twisted hands grasping at it. The young mage shivered involuntarily. Stop! he told himself firmly, quickly isolating the image from his mind. He relaxed again, breathing regularly, his hourglass-shaped eyes looking at the Dragon Balls. Then, slowly, he stretched out his thin, metallic fingers. After a final moment's hesitation, he put his hand on the dragon ball and recited the ancient incantation.

"Azi. Briak. Don't kill with Balan/Tantan!"

How would he know what to say? How would he know that this spell would allow Dragon Ball to know about him and know about his existence? For some reason, from somewhere, he just knew, he knew the words in his head! Could it be the voice that spoke to him in Sivanasti? Maybe! It didn't matter.

"Azi. Briak. Don't kill with Balan/Tantan!"

The floating green in Dragon Ball slowly turned into a swirling vortex, making him dizzy. The crystal was under the palm of his hand, so cold that it was almost impossible to touch. Reslyn's mind began to see that if he took his hand away, the flesh might be stuck to it. He gritted his teeth, swallowed the pain, and whispered the incantation again.

The colors have stopped spinning. Neither black nor white, all colors, but all colors of light began to emanate from the middle. Leslin swallowed, forcing herself to hold back her cough.

Two hands appeared in the light! He desperately tried to withdraw his hand, but before he could pull it away, it grabbed him tightly. Dragon Ball is gone!

The room was gone!Leslyn couldn't see anything, no light, no darkness. Nothing......! Only a pair of hands grabbed him. Surrounded by fear, Reslyn focused on those two hands.

Humans, elves, old men, young hands? He couldn't tell. The fingers were very slender and grabbed him like a grim reaper. If he let go, he would fall into the void beneath him, until the darkness consumed him. Reslyn gripped the hands with the strength that fear had given him, and they were slowly pulling him closer...... Closer......

He suddenly regained consciousness, as if someone had poured cold water on his face. No way!

He told the spirit who controlled the hands. I won't go with you! Although he was afraid to let go of those hands, he was even more afraid that he would be dragged where he did not want to go. He was reluctant to let go.

I'm going to keep it in, he frantically told the owner of the hands. The mage gripped the hands harder, and with all the strength of his suckling, all his willpower, pulled those hands towards him! In a matter of moments, the two wills competed with each other, locked in a life-and-death stalemate.

Reslin felt himself getting weaker, his hands weakening, and his palms began to sweat. He felt the Dragon Ball's hands start pulling at him slowly again. He was in agony with the last drop of strength in his upper body, using every inch of his muscles to regain control.

Slowly...... Slowly...... Just when he thought his heart was going to stop, Reslyn felt the hands stop pulling at him. They still clung to him, just as he wouldn't let go. But the two pairs are no longer in a competitive situation. His hands and Dragon Ball's hands clasped each other, respecting each other's strength, and neither wanted to achieve dominance.

The joy of victory, the joy of magic flowing through Reslin's blood, enveloped him in a cloud of golden, warm light. His body relaxed. He trembled and found that the hands were holding him up, giving him strength gently.

"Who are you?" he asked quietly. "Are you good or evil?"

I'm neither. I am nothingness, I am all things. The dragon body that I captured a long time ago is my real body.

How do you work?, Reslin asked. How do you control those dragons?

By your command, I will call them to come. They cannot refuse my call, they must obey.

Will they rebel against their masters? Will they obey my commands?

It depends on the power of the master and the relationship between the two. Sometimes, the relationship between the two is so close that the owner can still control the dragon. But most of the time they obey your commands, and they can't control themselves.

I'm going to have to do some research. Leslin muttered, feeling like she was getting weak.

I don't understand......

Take it easy. I'll help you. Now that we are one, you can always ask for my help. I know many long-forgotten secrets. They can be turned into your knowledge.

What's the secret?...... Leslin felt like she was losing consciousness. That's too much pressure. He struggled to grasp the hands, but he could feel his hands slowly sliding away. The hands held him tenderly, like a mother holding a child.

Take it easy, I won't let you fall. Sleep, you're tired.

Tell me! I must know!" Leslin cried out silently.

I'll tell you, and then you're going to have to get some rest. In the Asternius Library in Paranzas, there are hundreds of books that were sent by the mages for safekeeping during the days of the Lost War. For the uninformed, these are nothing more than encyclopedias of magic, boring mage autobiographies......

Leslyn felt the darkness begin to envelop him. He struggled to grasp the hands.

What's really in those books?, he whispered.

But he immediately understood that with this knowledge, he would be surrounded by a sea of darkness.

In the shadow of a cave near the carriage, Tika and Calamon warmed each other with enthusiasm, hugging each other tightly. Tika's curly red hair was clinging to her forehead and cheeks, her eyes were closed, her lips were slightly open, and her plump body was clinging to Kalamon under the tight wrap of her colorful skirt and fluffy twitches. His slender legs rubbed against his strong legs, hands caressed beside his cheeks, lips brushing over his.

"Please, Calamon. She gasped. "It's torture. We all want to go further, I'm not afraid, love me with your body!"

Calamon closed his eyes, beads of sweat on his face. His love is too fast for him to bear. He could easily end this torture and let mere pleasure take its place. He hesitated for a moment, the scent of Tika's hair darting at the tip of his nose, her soft lips moving up and down his neck. Very simple...... Wonderful ......

Calamon sighed. He firmly grasped Tika's wrists and forcefully removed them from his face, pushing the girl away with a hard heart.

"No," his enthusiasm almost made him unable to speak. He flipped over and stood up.

"No," he repeated. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...... Let things get to this point. ”

"I did it on purpose!" shouted Tika. "I'm not scared anymore!"

No, he thought, holding his cranky head in both hands. I feel that you are in my arms like a little rabbit trembling slightly.

Tika began to tie the straps from her white shirt. In the hazy eyes of tears, she accidentally pulled the belt of her clothes and broke it.

"Look!" she threw the silk garment to the ground. "I've broken my clothes! I've got to fix it. Now each of them would know what was going on, yes, or think they knew what was going on! I'm done!" Tika cried out in frustration, covering her face with her hands, her body writhing incessantly.

"I don't care what they think!" Calamon's voice echoed through the cavern. He didn't come forward to comfort her, he knew that if he touched him again, he would immediately succumb to lust. "And they don't think about it at all. They are our friends. They care about us."

"I know!" Tika said, sobbing. "It's Leslin, right? He doesn't like me, he hates me at all" Don't say that, Tika. Calamon's voice was very calm. "It doesn't matter if he thinks that way or if he gets stronger. I don't care what other people say, everyone just wants us to be happy. They don't understand why we're not uh lovers yet. Tannis even called me to my face for being a big idiot."

"He was right. Tika's voice was muffled by her tear-drenched hair.

"Maybe, maybe not. ”

The mystery hidden in Calamon's words made the girl stop crying. She looked up at him, and Calamon turned to face him.

"You don't know what happened to Leslin in the Tower of the Archmage. You don't know. I won't know about it later, but I know. I was there, I saw it. They let me see!" Calamon trembled and covered his face with his hands. Tika calmed down, looked at her again, and took a deep breath. "They said, 'His power can save the world. I don't understand, but Reslyn told me in her dreams that we were one, but we were tricked by Heaven into two imperfect individuals. We need each other, at least for now. The big man's face darkened. "Maybe one day that all will change.

Maybe one day he will find his outer strength"

Calamon fell silent. Tika swallowed and wiped tears from her face with her hands. "I," she began, but Calamon interrupted.

"Wait. He said. "Let me finish. I love you, Tika, just as every husband loves their wife. I want to be one with you, and if it weren't for this damn war, I'd have possessed you today. Right here and now. But I can't. Because if I do, that's a promise I must keep with all my life. Everything I do must be done with you in mind. You're definitely worth it for me. But I can't do that right now, Tika. I still put my brother first. Tika's tears welled up again, this time not for himself, but for him. "I'll set you free, let you find something more worthwhile," a shout broke the silence of the afternoon. "Calamon, come!" it was Tannis's voice.

"Leslin!" the big man didn't say a word, and immediately ran out of the cave. Tika stood for a moment, looking at his back. Then he sighed and tried diligently to comb his sweaty hair back into place.

"How?" Calamon rushed into the carriage. "Little brother?"

Tannis nodded with an ugly face. "I found him like this. The half-elf opened the curtain on the mage's small room. Calamon pushed him away. Leslin lay on the ground, bloodless, breathing weakly. Bloodshot blood flowed from his mouth. Calamon knelt down and held him in his arms.

"Leslin?" he whispered, "what's going on?"

"This happened. Tannis said with a solemn face, pointing to the front.

Calamon looked up, his gaze drifting to the Dragon Balls. It was now the size that Calamon had seen in Sivanasti, and it was placed on a pedestal made by Reslin, and the colors in it kept turning. Calamon inhaled in fear. The tragic situation of Rollak came to his mind. Rollak is crazy and near-dead......

"Little Ray!" he wailed and hugged his brother. Reslin's head moved slightly, his eyelids blinked, and his mouth opened.

"What?" Calamon lowered his head, his brother's exhalation giving goosebumps to his feet. "What?"

"It's mine...... Leslin said hoarsely, "spells...... Archaic...... Mine...... It's all mine......"

The mage's head went limp, and his voice stopped. But his face was calm and relaxed. His breathing began to become regular.

Reslin's thin lips smiled.

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