With Dragon's Blood
Before I start, this smoll snippet is a bit confusing. I added a bit of an explanation at the end, so enjoy reding!
@panyum
Everything hurt. Ever since they entered the Fairy Kingdom’s borders, his existence has gone haywire with each passing day. His mood switched with each second, never staying the same. Unfiltered rage, endless joy and that unfulfilled craving for revenge.
It all made no sense.
With each day, his body ached. His head felt like it’s going to explode, his limbs being stiff and shaking. It wasn’t like nobody noticed his struggles. Everybody did. It wasn’t easy to dismiss the concerned looks of his sister or his friend questioning his wellbeing. But beside those two, nobody asked. He appreciated it, since there were much more important things at hand.
But now, standing on the deck of the Shadow Boarder, facing the black dragon, everything started to make sense. His hatred for the creature in front of him was an instinct, two dragons fighting over their territory, the hate only being fueled by the actions both of them took in the past.
His head felt heavy, but unlike in the past days, it felt clear, devoid of any thoughts or feelings. Despite the fighting in front of him, the man just stood there, orange eyes focused on the beast, no voice being able to reach him. A shiver ran down his spine as his gaze met the dragon’s, orange staring into yellow. It roared, did someone, his sister or maybe Sammy, say something to him?
It didn’t matter. The dragon turned it’s back to him and in a matter of seconds, the man was off the ship, falling into the hole that swallowed him whole.
It all made sense to him now. The air moved past him, his body finally feeling light and free of any burdens. A chuckle escaped his lips, sounding much deeper than usual, and his vision changed. Instead of facing the opening of the whole, his body turned to face the abyss below him. Red eyes stared right back, but the creature that once was Chaldea’s medic couldn’t care less. His hands, his wings brought him back up, out of the hole and high into the sky. Any logic was now foreign to the creature, only his instincts matter. And his instincts told Finnio only one thing. To kill the Remnant of Albion.
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Some, or rather many might be confused as to what happened just now. Well, my brain has been tinkering with an idea today and this is the result. So may I introduce to you, Finnio Williams, Mordred's younger brother and a magus with dragon blood in his veins.
While staying in the 6th Lostbelt, the land has continuously forced his dragon blood to take over his senses, so by the end of it all he did, thanks to the density of magical energy, turn into a dragon. I might elaborate more on his character in another post, but there definitely will be more stuff featuring him!