Dragon!Denmark x Reader ~The Dragonsight~ 11

~Chapter 11~

“Left!”

“Right.”

“Rrrrgh! My instincts tell me that the left way is the right way to go so we should go left!”

“You just said the right way is the left way to go, so right it is.”

“That’s not what I said! That’s not what I said at all!”

You sighed. For dragons well over three hundred years old at the least, the Blade of the Ruby Seas and the Golden Sentinel could really act like children when butting heads.

Tino… you groaned, stamping your foot in impatience. Does this kind of thing happen back at the mountain?

“Well, Mathias wasn’t always around, but they could get into little fights here and there,” you dragon’s soul responded to your question.

The Wings of the Opal Skies and the Divine Keeper of the Sapphire Flames had taken their leave several hours ago. As expected, Lukas had made contact with the Dragonheart, and a little while after, they had agreed to meet up at a certain stone tower with black and orange smoke spewing into the sky.

According to ~~~~~~~~~, her location was supposed to be easy to spot since the area was surrounded by burnt trees and black mountains. At least Emil and Lukas had it easy. It seemed to have sounded as though they were going to get out of this mess sooner than Mathias and Berwald were going to agree on which path to take.

To sum up the events that had happened upon entering the force field, not too long after travelling along a road branching off of the river, you had come across a forked path; both paths looked equally traversed with both sides having caravan wheel ruts carved from the years of use, and yet, there were no signboards indicating which way might have served to be more preferable.

Thus, your journey had come to a halt at the split path.

“Left!”

“Right.”

“LEFT!”

“Right.”

“Gggh! Will you guys just pick a path already?!” you exploded.

However, despite shouting at the top of your lungs, both dragons remain unfazed. It would have seemed that both dragons were easily as stubborn—or it was more like Mathias’ head was as thick as his hair was ridiculously gravity-defying, and Berwald was as stoic as his vision was bad.

Unable to stand the lack of urgency and progression, you found yourself clenching your teeth, hoping that maybe—just maybe—one of the dragons would snap and deck it out in an all-out brawl to the death. The victor would then be allowed to choose which path to take—though if it came down to an actual survivor, you hoped it would be Mathias for the sake of your parents and your sight.

“Come on, Berwald, ol’ buddy, ol’ pal!” Mathias cried. “When’s the last time I was ever wrong about something?!”

“Hmm.” You noticed through Mathias’ eyes Berwald’s glasses appeared to be glowing.

“There was the time you said you knew where the humans kept a storage of dried and cured meat in the village nearby the Bone Forest,” he listed off. “Turned out, it was just merchants passin’ through so when we got there, we nearly gave ourselves away.”

“Here we go…” Tino seemed to sigh.

“An’ there was the time you claimed to know of a good place to hunt for fish when it was actually the humans damming up a freezing river. You were only lucky you found the place when the dam broke.”

“Th-That was…”

“An’ the biggest mistake of all,” Berwald huffed, “was when you thought you could have easily turned back into a dragon after remaining a human for so long.” He crossed his arms. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you were a human.”

You stepped in. “Now, Berwald—”

“I am a dragon!” Mathias shouted. “You want proof, I’ll give you proof!”

“Oh, gods,” Tino gasped. “______________, I highly suggest you stop him before he does something rash.”

“H-Huh?” you babbled. “Wh-What should I do?”

“It’s obvious that talking to him won’t work, so we’ll have to use brute force.”

“Brute force?” you sighed. “Brute force. Right. Er, if that gets us to where we’re going. Now if I could just…Almost…”

All the while, your hands had been fumbling around for the hilt of your sword that was strapped securely to your belt. After soon learning that both dragons’ eyes were hopelessly glued on one another, you had to rely on your years of training to guide your hand and step in.

Reading your thoughts, you felt a light tingling sensation envelope your chest.

“Ah, so you’re going to go with that kind of approach?” Tino chuckled. It was strange how he could hear your thoughts, but you couldn’t hear his. “You should know that dragons heal considerably faster than the average human being. A little cut here and there won’t cause significant damage.”

“And that’s what I aim to do,” you said aloud, not worrying about whether the dragons would hear you or not; from the sound of things, it wouldn’t have seemed that they had paid any attention to you. It was as if you had become invisible.

“…See, here, don’t you remember when Lukas bit my arm that one time ten years ago on the mountain when I bravely stepped in and protected ~~~~~~~~~?” Mathias brought up. “And, when I was bleeding, I was bleeding purple blood, not red or blue or green—the gods forbid it be green. Purple. As in dragons’ blood.”

Berwald shrugged ever so slightly. “Who’s to say your veins haven’t been running red in the past ten years?”

“Me!”

In a quick, sweeping motion, you had taken your sword into your hands and swung it straight at Mathias. As expected, you had felt the tip make contact with something soft, and a surprised cry followed moments after.

“Ggh!” Mathias gasped.

Seeing through Mathias’ very eyes had been a risky move since you weren’t sure you could necessarily feel the same sensations a dragon felt, but you had managed to get close enough to him that you cut a knick on his cheek.

Once your sword had fallen into the snow, your eyes shifted to Berwald’s where you could see the cut clearly on Mathias’ cheek. Sure enough, as Mathias had claimed, the blood was as purple as it was when you had fought with him back at your village.

“Hmm. So you are still a dragon,” Berwald noted in a monotonous voice.

Taking the opportunity of their surprise, you forcefully wedged yourself in between the dragons and pushed them apart.

“Alright, you two!” you barked. “I’m sick of your stupid arguing! If we’re going to get into the deep far east and find a way out of this netiss fat of a cesspool, then we’d better start cooperating or I swear by the gods, I’ll give you both more than a cut next time!”

You faced Berwald. Through his eyes, you could see your own fuming expression complete with intense eyes and a stern frown.

“Golden Sentinel, as much as I appreciate you coming along by your own free will, need I remind you that your friend is inside my heart? If we do not make any progress, he will burn up inside of me—myself and my parents and Mathias included. And that leaves you!”

Next, you looked over to Mathias making sure your sight had switched over to him. His cheek was still bleeding, but considering he was a dragon, someone like Lukas would have assured you that he would be just fine.

“Blade of the Ruby Seas, you have caused me enough trouble as it stands making a mess out of my house and taking my parents’ entire bodies and souls hostage for your own benefit! If you’re going to just spend your time arguing about which way to go and drag your own validity as a dragon into this, you might as well have burned up in your human shell and left my family and me in peace!”

In your frustration, you threw your hands in the air.

“And to think that this would have been easy! I know that the Dragonheart had her set of complications and her own dragon—er, dragons—to worry about, but this is ridiculous! Tino told me you’re supposed to be older than them, and here you are acting like immature little brats!

“If neither of you can be the voice reason, then I will!”

“B-But—” Mathias stammered.

“But nothing!” you yelled. “I hold the most privileges above all of you: Berwald, the soul of your very friend and Mathias, your last means of surviving if at all, and I will tell you right now that I will be making the decisions from here on out! Do I make myself clear?!”

For a few seconds, neither dragon said anything.

“I said DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?!”

“Yes!”

“Yes.”

“Good!” you huffed. “Then we’re going straight!”

“Straight?” all three dragons (Tino included) echoed.

“Straight!” you repeated. “The paths don’t even tell us which way they lead anyway, so we might as well.”

“What if we get lost?” Mathias asked.

“I thought dragons don’t get lost,” you said repeating something he had told you back when you had been a small child.

“A-Ah…You’re right!” he beamed, his confident smile returning. “This will be an adventure to remember! Just wait until I tell this to Lukas, Emil, and ~~~~~~~~~~!”

“Having to spend more than ten minutes with you is an adventure in of itself,” Berwald mumbled. Unfortunately—or perhaps to his advantage—Mathias had been too preoccupied with his plans to notice the dragon had just made an insult.

“Straight, hmm?” Tino spoke up from your heart. “I must say, it’s definitely different than what the Divine Keeper of the Sapphire Flames and the Dragonheart might have done. I think in her earlier days, she would have listened to him regardless of how ridiculous his reasons were.”

“We don’t know where we’re going anyway,” you said aloud since the other dragons were too busy with their own thoughts. “In any case, I have a feeling if we follow the river, we’ll end up getting to where we need to go.”

“So that’s your reason for going straight?”

You shrugged. “It’s reason enough to me.”

Tino chuckled. “You are more ambitious than I would have imagined for someone who has spent her entire life in a village.”

“Mind you that village happened to be a crossroad for dragons and travelers alike,” you smiled. “It shouldn’t come as too much of a shock if some of their rugged behavior has waned off of me from time to time.”

“Forgive me if I’ve ever sounded like I doubted you.”

“You’re forgiven, Eye of the Topaz Blizzard,” you laughed.

And so, the four of you stepped off the path and continued your journey into the deeper parts of the far east alongside the river. All the while, Mathias kept your trip lively and full of stories of how he and Tino had bravely battled a sea serpent, a rare breed of water dragon now possibly extinct forever.

“Ooh…I wonder what it would have been like looking through the eyes of a sea serpent…” you wondered aloud. “I mean, if it spent most of its time underwater, then there should have been an entire world that we haven’t discovered.”

“Yeah,” Mathias agreed. “Now that Dragonrise is here, most of the ice has melted so humans can fish now.”

“Have you ever fished before?” you asked.

“Loads of times!” he replied, puffing out his chest like a proud puffin, a curious little black and white bird you had seen flying in flocks overhead from time to time.

“Fishing is easy once you get the hang of it. The only problem is finding them. Without fish, you can’t fish, you see?”

“That’s common sense,” Berwald pointed out, but Mathias ignored him.

“But you know what? The rivers and lakes we’ve seen are only part of something much bigger. Out there, beyond these narrow bodies of water is the ocean. It’s huge!”

“How huge?” you asked, your curiosity piqued.

Mathias threw his arms out as far as his limbs could spread. “It’s bigger than all of the mountains in Eliatha combined.”

“No way…” you breathed.

“It’s true,” the dragon smiled. “I’ve seen it back when Dragonfall wasn’t as intense…before I took up my first vessel…”

“Oh.”

“Tell you what,” he said, changing tones. “If you want to, once I can turn back into a dragon, I’ll fly us around the world if you’d like. We can see the ocean together.”

“I’d like that,” you chuckled. “I just hope my parents will let me go with you after all the things you’ve put them and me through.”

“I’m sure they will. After all, they should know that they’ve done something very good for a dragon. The same goes for you.”

“Then we should hope that everything goes as smoothly as planned,” Berwald cut in, disturbing the mood.

“Oh, Golden Sentinel…”  Tino sighed.

“Er…” your sight shifted from Mathias to Berwald’s to see if he had any strange expressions toying around. Unfortunately, the Golden Sentinel had his eyes on you—or rather, more specifically, your chest.

Tino, can you see this? you asked your dragon’s soul.

“Yes…” he uneasily answered. “He really is a nice dragon once you get to know him. It can’t be helped sometimes, I’m afraid…”

Thank the gods I can’t see for the moment… you thought as an after-thought. But like all of your thoughts, Tino could hear you loud and clear.

“I’d wager you’ll be very comfortable around him by the time this journey is over,” he responded. “It might just be that Mathias makes him uncomfortable.”

Uncomfortable? Are you kidding? He’s not even blinking! I—uh…Maybe…Maybe I need a drink of water.

“Hang on real quick, you guys,” you said aloud. “I need to drink some water.”

“Oh? No rush,” Mathias casually replied despite his own personal problems.

Through Mathias’ eyes (since his vision was sharper), you walked yourself over to the edge of the river and removed your gloves. Granted, the river wasn’t as warm as the boiled water you were used to drinking back during Dragonfall, but you had to be grateful you could drink any water at all; before Dragonrise, most of the rivers had been frozen solid making extracting river water impossible without the proper tools.

Funny, you thought as you tasted the water in your mouth.

“Something wrong?” Tino asked.

It’s… You paused to taste the flavor on your tongue. Sweet…

“Sweet, you say? How interesting…”  

It’s not bad, you thought and continued to take more drinks, each sip quenching your parched throat with a revitalizing taste.

“Wait, wait, wait. Stop. ________________, stop.”

You stopped.

“Tell one of the dragons to come over, please,” Tino instructed. “Like you, I cannot see anything, but they can.”

“You sure?” you said aloud. “Okay…Mathias, can you come over here?”

“Need something?” he responded, his vision zooming in on your body by the water. As he moved closer, you noticed his sight was becoming limited and sharper; he was squinting.

“Oh gods,” you choked and spat out any leftover water on your mouth. “Gods…! Bleugh! Oh my gods!”

Though Mathias’ eyes, the vision of the water became clear. It had been difficult to see it before as he had been too far, but with him standing right over your shoulder, the colors in the river were as clear as day in the dragon’s remarkable vision; there was something swirling in the river, and that “something” was a most peculiar color—the rich, deep color of blood. Purple blood. Dragon’s blood.