NOVEL NEXT Chapter 13. Being careless can lead to dire consequences.
Chapter 13: Being careless can lead to dire consequences.
"Quit whining, you baby! You are not going to die. Just give me a minute to finish integrating, and I will stop using your energy."
My mind froze as a booming sound echoed in my mind. I didn't need to look around me to see that there was no one else with me in the bathroom. The voice was coming from inside me.
My eyes slid over to the golden orb on the back of my hand, and I saw it glowing.
"Yes, you wimpy little boy, that orb is me, or where I am, at the very least. Now settle down. I'm trying to read your memories here so I can fully integrate with you, but this is all so weird and jumbled up, as if there are memories of two entirely different people here. I'm going to use a bit more power to untangle this mess. Brace yourself."
My heart nearly stopped as I heard the thing's words. 'It's reading my mind! And what the fuck does it mean by integrating!!!!! Is it taking over my body? holyshitholyshiftwhatthefuckwhatthefuck-'.
Any thoughts of invasive soul leech trying to 'integrate' with me were forgotten as a fresh wave of pain wrecked my body. This time, however, I could physically feel the drain of my Magic. That's not how Magic Drain feels. You are not supposed to feel your very blood being siphoned, your muscles drained of all strength, your bone marrow being sucked out, and your very skin being peeled off as you were using Magic, fucking, energy.
I could no longer think, at this point, only convulse like a dead fish as pain, like nothing else I ever felt, permeated my entire body.
I knew I was dying when the pain started to fade. My mind was shutting down. It could no longer handle whatever was happening.
At one point, as my vision faded to black, I heard the voice coming from inside me say something.
"Aha! So, there are two sets of memories here. I finally untangled them. I see you are from some place called Ear- HOLY SHIT WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU! OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK! WHY IS THERE SO MUCH FUCKING BLOOD!!!! OH SHIT YOU ARE ACTUALLY DYIN-"
I couldn't hear what was said after as sweet nothingness finally claimed me.
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I was serene.
I was fine.
I silently observed the fifty-foot-tall dragon bowing so deeply that her head went below the floor.
I was calm.
I didn't want to choke her to death.
I didn't want to break her every bone.
I didn't want to pry every one of her pretty red and gold scales with a pair of tweezers.
I totally, totally didn't want to shove my fucking fist through-.
I stopped that thought. It wouldn't help me here.
What the fuck was going on? one might ask. Well, long story short, I wasn't actually dead. Just close enough to death that I was in a coma right now, on a hospital bed, attached to so many IVs and tubes and needles that I probably looked more like a pin cushion than a human. At the same time, my consciousness was thrown into my soul.
Inside my soul, I met this lovely dragon, who was apparently a sacred gear that had been inside me since birth and had awakened after I interacted with another holder of a sacred gear.
This lovely dragon thought that reading my mind to see what she messed out on during the years she was asleep in my life was a good idea.
This lovely dragon thought that when facing trouble reading my memories, she would just use a biiiit more Magic to 'untangle' them.
This lovely little dragon did NOT FUCKING THINK TO CHECK ON ME WHILE USING THAT TINY OF BIT MAGIC THAT SHE THOUGHT SHE WAS USING BUT WAS ACTUALLY SO MUCH FUCKING POWER THAT MY BODY STARTED TO BREAK DOW-...
'Deep breath'...'In.'... 'Out'.
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When I woke up here, in this empty white space, I thought I was dead, that this was heaven or something, or maybe limbo.
As expected, I was mad at how unfairly I died, but I quickly lost my anger, as my train of thought was that getting angry after dying wouldn't do much good. I was probably going to reincarnate again, or not. Who knows.
And I then saw something small and red a little far away, curled around itself.
I decided to approach the little thing, so I walked towards it. And walked. And walked. And walked.
As I kept walking, the figure kept getting bigger and bigger, and I realized that that thing wasn't small, just VERY fucking far away.
By the time I was actually close to it, I had to crane my neck just to see the top of the dragon. Yes. A dragon. Curled around itself, its tail hiding its face, as it shook and whimpered. The scales covering its body were a deep crimson red interlaced with golden marks. I, somehow, did not make the connection right away. But it didn't take me long.
Despite its size, it looked pretty pitiful, so I approached it to see what was wrong with it.
When I got close enough to touch it, It shrieked a high-pitched sound, jumped twenty feet up in the air, landed back down a few feet away, shouted "SORRY!" and curled itself back up.
That voice... I had heard it before— It then clicked. The voice, the scales marked with gold...
I saw red.
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Fun fact, while inside their soul, a human can beat up a dragon!! Who would have known?
The lovely dragon didn't. She now does. Very, very, intimately.