RD2-Teaser

 

"Oops," said the Dragon. Underneath his foot, he had nearly splattered one of the metallic blue creatures. Overwhelmed by the spiral of Whiskered terror that fueled the ritual of summoning, Sean stumbled and very nearly killed Twilight's brother Edward (again). He managed to reach out and catch himself against the ancient stacked cylinders of fallen trees, the footprint-shaped gap which made up the pit that he and the hundred robed squirrels were sitting in. He instead placed his foot safely in the space between the summoning circle and the ring of squirrels in the ritual, thus ending the spell by stepping into this world. 

 

Can't be stepping on royalty, Sean thought. He's probably smart and useful like the rest of Twilight's relatives. Sean went ahead and took his usual cross-legged pose to keep from squishing anyone. This time, he was low enough to the ground to hear Jafaar call out, "Offer the Attribute of Blood!" To Sean's surprise, it was two red-robed terramancers that came forward this time, volunteering to be disemboweled on Sean's feet. 

 

Hey, that's different. Well, let's stop it early. He put down his hands between the sacrifices and the sacrificers and made it clear he wasn't going to allow this pointless and gory part of the ritual to occur this time. "Humanity's Dragon rejects the Attribute of Blood! Offer the Attribute of Gluttony!" 

 

As the five bedraggled and anorexic-looking squirrels began their slow, pitiful march to offer Sean a big, red grape each, he looked around to find his favorite people. Jafaar in the crimson robe of a Terramancer and his old, grey muzzle. Radiant, standing proud in the cyan robe of an Aerialist, the arrogance and keen intelligence of whom Sean felt he could sense just from looking at the way the squirrel-man held his whiskers. Finally, and most importantly, Princess Twilight, dressed in the white robes of an Aural Evoker. It was an outfit he had never once seen her wear, as she immediately switched to the black, thorny, revealing armor of a Dragon Rider and never looked back, starting from this day forward. Sean could still recognize her quite easily; every other squirrel mage, in their various colorful robes, had a metallic blue tail sticking out of the back. Princess Twilight's tail was a unique and beautiful gradient of blue to purple, the colors of the twilight horizon. 

 

My little furry love, first in my heart. My wife. We'll have a long life together, this time. I'll make sure of it. Sean was overwhelmed with the urge to reach out and grab her, take off her clothes, and rub her tail and soft, furry underside all over his face. But he resisted. They weren't even acquaintances, yet. He could certainly get away with fluffing her without asking... and anyone else he pleased. He was the Dragon of Lust, after all. But his plan was to woo her, hard and fast. Her, Dawn, Warla... Perhaps not Hope, this time, he would make sure she'd have the chance to live the normal life of an undisfigured whelp; perhaps they would meet again, later in life. If he wanted to fluff a whelp, he still had all the soon-to-be-freed pleasure whelps currently alive, after all. 

 

*Chew, chew* While having these thoughts, he absentmindedly ate the grapes being offered to him. It was no time to make a scene with the Hungrist Monks; he needed the caffeine boost for his imminent life-and-death battle with the Titans. As he reached for the last grape, he felt some sort of intangible resistance. Should I really eat every single grape? he found himself wondering. Wouldn't that be... gluttonous? He started to pull his hand back from the last grape then froze. He felt confused, and irritated at his confusion. It was as if his thoughts were not his own. 

 

He tried to push through the confusion with rational thoughts such as, Of course, I'll eat the last grape. I'll eat everything, even the cromags and squirrels if I have to. The Knight showed me that I can be stronger. MUCH stronger. If I am to save everyone from the Falling Stars, I must become the strongest there is. I will eat. I will become strong. I will become the King of Dragons. At this thought, the strange resistance vanished, and "Sean" was able to eat the final grape.

 

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"Wait... what... what is this..." Jafaar muttered such that only Twilight could hear, his whiskered awe and triumph now laced with fear and uncertainty. 

 

"What is it, Uncle Jafaar?!" Twilight demanded, unable to avoid sharing his Whiskered emotions when standing so close, now trembling in anxiety of her own. 

 

"This isn't..." Jafaar struggled to speak, wide-eyed, "This isn't the Dragon I tried to summon... I tried to summon Sean, the Earth Dragon of Lust... This... This is..." Jafaar searched his memory, trying to remember the name of the Dragon that combined the attributes of Earth and Gluttony. The surrounding occultists watched in rising anticipation as Jafaar struggled. 

 

"Terramancer Jafaar!" Arch-Aerialist Prince Edward, Princess Twilight's eldest brother, and current Occultist Prime hissed toward Jafaar urgently, "You must name the Dragon! Or we must send it back! Quickly! No one else but you might know! If you cannot, then I must--" 

 

"Behold!!" Jafaar suddenly thundered, as realization finally came to him and his own awe redoubled, "The mightiest of all Dragons! The Earth Dragon of Gluttony! CAESAR, THE DRAGON KING!!!" 

 

*ROAR, ROOAARR!*

 

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"Wait, whaaaat?" Sean... Caesar said, confused. His name was definitely Sean... wasn't it? In all the past lives he could remember, it was Sean. But now that Jafaar had declared him Caesar, it felt right. Why did he think he was Sean, anyway? Well, because Jafaar told him he was. Now that Jafaar was telling him he was someone else, he supposed it was just as valid. Caesar it would be.

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"The mightiest Dragon is an Air Dragon, not an Earth Dragon," Prince Edward declared. "Jafaar, you don't what you're doing, do you? If you can't name this Dragon, we need to send it--oh!" The Arch-Aerialist was surprised as the Dragon grabbed the hood of his robe and gently shook him out of it. The Dragon pointed at the robe, then Radiant, who was clever enough to figure out what was being asked of him at once, immediately disrobed and offered his robe to the Dragon. Caesar gave Radiant's robe to Edward and Edward's robe to Radiant. 

 

"Is the Great Dragon... promoting Radiant to Arch-Aerialist?" Jafaar asked. Caesar made a sign that meant 'yes' in another lifetime, a nod of the finger that imitated the nod of his head. 

 

"Does that mean... yes?" Princess Twilight asked.

 

Good Girl!! Caesar thought, proud, as Twilight once again was the one to make the very first breakthrough in sign language. (Yes) Caesar repeated the gesture. 

 

"If that's yes, then what is no?" she queried. He shook his finger from side to side, imitating a 'no' shake of the head. "So that's no?" (Yes). 

 

"It can't be that simple," Prince Edward complained as he put on his new robe. Seemingly in response, Caesar picked up the tiny staff of the office of Occultist Prime (AKA Squirrel Pope) and handed it to Jafaar. 

 

"Edward, I suggest you stop questioning the Dragon or otherwise complaining before you get demoted even further..." Radiant warned. 

 

"That's Prince Edward, you-oh," Edward belatedly got the message Radiant was sending; it might be his royal status he lost next if he didn't hurry up and shut up. 

 

Not really impressed with this Prince so far, but I suppose he's having a rough day, Caesar decided. 

 

"The Great Dragon shares his wisdom and leads his people at once!" Jafaar declared.

 

There we go, Caesar thought. This was the confident Jafaar that he relied on, the Occultist Prime that spoke for the Dragon. (Yes) Caesar agreed, approving Jafaar's words with the only option available to him at the time. 

 

Just then, Caesar heard a small noise behind him, reached up, and caught the runner that he knew was coming before the scout could even fall two inches. He placed the out-of-breath and terrified squirrel on the ground and covered its head with his hand to help calm it. "A messenger!" Someone cried out. Caesar had caught the runner so fast, that few even realized the hapless scout had been (briefly) falling to his death. 

 

"Did you see that? The Dragon--" Princess Twilight whispered to Jafaar. 

 

"I saw it, my niece," he replied, "The King of Dragons must have senses or knowledge beyond that which we can readily understand. With such size and prowess, I doubt that even the Cromag's Dragon will provide much contest. I predict it will recognize its King and surrender or pledge loyalty at once."

 

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Author Note: This is it for now unless the story suddenly becomes popular or someone directly commissions me to continue it since my other works and commissions are more in demand and require my attention. I'm sure it'll be continued one day~ If that's something you want, maybe post and say something, perhaps give your ideas about what you think will/should happen to "Sean" and Twilight next!