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Aira Fox

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on: January 14, 2020, 09:09:54 PM
I decided to take a stab at an Isekai story. This was an unusual attempt for me in that it's my first genuine attempt at a first-person, present-tense story. I am not used to writing this way as it goes against my nature of writing a story, so there was a challenge there.

"KURO: A Dragon Lord's Son" is a story about a human who is reincarnated as the son of an evil Dragon Lord who wants nothing more than to sire a son to become his right-hand in his world conquest and eventual successor. Named Kuroginryuu, or "Kuro", he is trained relentlessly to become the evil dragon his new father desires. However, he is not a bad person and would much rather become a hero instead, or at the very least a carefree dragon if that is out of the question. Torn between his desires and instincts, what will his fate be? Will he fight back against his father or join him?

FA Link: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/34611194/

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KURO: A Dragon Lord's Son

An Isekai Written By: AiraFox

Chapter 1

It was hot. I couldn't breathe. My body was covered in what felt like sweat, but I lacked the room to even wipe my brow. My elbows kept banging into what felt like a plastic container on all sides. If this was some kind of prank, I wanted out! Now! It felt like my vision would fade at any moment, but given I couldn't even see what was in front of my face, I couldn't exactly say that I was even conscious at the moment.
   
*CRACK*
   
I heard it just then. A distinct crack around my right elbow. That was my chance! The more I pushed my elbow around it, the more I felt the surface of this blasted container crumbling around it. There was a cool sensation swirling around my elbow now. Freedom! Now was my chance!
   
"Push!" I told myself. "Push! PUSH!" Finally my arm was free. Just great! NOW my legs had finally broken through the wall in front of me. It would have been great it they got through before my arm, because now it just felt weird. But I don't have time to be picky about it. My right arm and my legs are free. As the greater surface began to crack, I attempted to wiggle my left arm closer to the wall while grabbing the edge of the cracked surface with my right hand. How crumbly it felt now was odd, like a hollow loaf of french bread, though a bit harder.
   
I could do this! Now... puuuuuuush! "Gwaaaaaah!"
   
Finally, I was free! Though I immediately began to wish I hadn't been. It seemed the container blocked my sense of smell because a mix of sulfur and afterbirth amplified a thousandfold hit me. I barely had time to wretch as my eyes lock forward. Instinctively I scooted my butt back a bit against a pillowed surface as I gazed forward as the sight of a massive creature.
   
Standing at least 6 meters tall in a room as large as church cathedral was what I could only describe as a dragon. At least I thought it was a dragon. Nothing like the dragons I've seen in games and movies; its shape was too humanoid. As it leaned its long neck forward, I got a better look. The dragon's snout certainly resembled that of a typical dragon, but instead of scales it was covered in thin black fur. Piercing yellow eyes gaze over my form, staring into the depths of my soul. The fear I was experiencing was overwhelming, thoughts of "Is he going to eat me?" raced through my brain. Yet, despite my desire to piss my pants right then, nothing in my body was telling me to run away. I wasn't sure if I was just too scared to run or if it was something else.
   
"Bring me an Appraisal Eye!" the dragon spoke, his voice a deep rumble that echoed through the chamber. Only now did I see a red-scaled lizard walking upright behind him, wearing what seemed to be a black robe. Was that a kobold? It had to be! It looks like what I've seen in games. Who knew D&D got something like that right! As the kobold shuffled around for whatever the dragon requested, I could take my time better examining the dragon now that his attention didn't seem to be focused on me.
   
He was standing upright like a human, longer arms crossed with each finger tipped with a sharp claw. His upper torso seemed to be sporting a black cloth armor with red buttons and tassels, though if not for those, the outfit might be lost on his fur. Thick pads adorned with a large jewel on each sat upon his shoulders, sticking outward like some fancy royal. I assumed that armor was originally supposed to cover more of him, but he had a small, yet noticeable pudge protruding from his mid section that I am assuming he was lacking something more fitting. He was not wearing any type of leg wear, but fortunately nothing appears to be showing between his legs or I thought I'd be rightly scarred given I was sitting eye-level at his crotch. As for why, it's because his he was basically sitting on his legs. Powerful haunches, that's the best way I could describe them. Curious to get a look at his feet, I leaned forward to peek beyond the pillow I was sitting on. Leaning on my hands, I was able to see that his right foot was very unusual, like a human's foot with only three toes and immensely sharp talons. I thought it was raised up like a digitgrade appendage.
   
"Hmmm?"
   
Oh no! My movement had caught the beast's attention. His eyes once again narrowed upon body, slit pupils shrinking to become rounder. He flashed a grin my way, showing his razor-sharp pearly whites. Did dragons brush their teeth? They glimmered enough that it sure seemed that way.
   
"My boy's eager to get up, eh? Patience." he said to me.
   
My boy? That was a strange thing to call me. Suddenly it dawned upon me to actually look down at my hand. A human hand with a missing finger, dull claws stuck out from the end of each digit. I flexed my fingers to see if this was really my hand. It was covered in an incredibly thin layer of silver fur, yet it was so clumped together it felt as hard as scales. Panic once again set in as I began to feel and glance over my body. Unlike the dragon in front of me, the front of my body was a dull, faded silver, but an uneven pattern caused a diagonal line up my chest where the black of the dragon seemed to come in. The lower part of my legs and feet were also black.
   
No no no! I thought over and over again. This can't be real! Slowly, I turned my head around, peeking over my left shoulder. A thick tail, thicker near the base, reached out and curls around the pillow; it had to be half the length of my body. Now it all made sense. The container trapping me was an egg! I turned my head back around, stunned and at a loss for words. My eyes wouldn't stop shaking and my jaw hung agape, but despite my internal screaming I didn't appear to be making a sound.
   
It's okay! I just had to think back a moment, remember what happened.
   
My name is (blank)... That's odd! I couldn't seem to recall my own name. How does one forget their own name?! Don't panic, I just have think! I was a 20 year-old human. Good! I remember that much. I had just finished my final class of the day at (blank) University! Dammit! Another name I can't remember. It is as if someone applied White-Out to my brain! Whatever... I just have to keep remembering... My final class for the day had just ended. It wasn't a hard class, an electoral mythology class I took just for the credits. I admit I've always loved dragons and minotaurs and stuff, so I thought it would be cool. Unfortunately, it was more discussing the impact and meaning of stories from the past. Come to think of it, being a dragon would be pretty cool if I had been given the chance to do this on my own terms.
   
Anyway, back to what I was supposed to be thinking about. Class ran late and it had gotten dark. I walked back to my dorm same as I always had in the past. The area was pretty safe and I was a fairly fit individual, so I never felt as risk for anything. As I approached the crosswalk to head to my dormitory, I... That's where it all went blank! I remembered hearing voices about that time, but everything else was a blur. Was I hit by a car? Did someone stab or shoot me? Did I faint due to the million other things that can happen to a human body? Did I die? Am I alive now and just dreaming?
   
This seemed too real to be a dream. Wait! Could it be...?
   
Don't tell me I've been reincarnated! Like one of those anime series or novels that seem to be plaguing every outlet of the internet and manga sections of stores? Those were real?! I admit... I've enjoyed my fair share of them. Some of them are pretty interesting, but many feel like they're just trying to cash in on a fad. Well if I really did die in such a lame way, I guess I couldn't criticize anyone.
   
The kobold finally returned carrying with him what seemed like a clear sapphire glass. Even I could see through it. The dragon delicately picked up the sapphire between his claws, small symbols I couldn't make out light up the edges. The dragon noticed my interest in the thing.
   
"This, little one? This is an Appraisal Eye, one of the tools created by humans," he began explaining, though I don't think he was convinced I would understand what he was saying based on how belittling his voice sounded. It sounded a bit like he just wanted to hear himself talk. Strangely, I kind of wanted to hear him talk as well. "It's easy to measure one's strength based on appearance, but magic is another matter. A spell is the same strength no matter who casts it, but how does one measure how strong a particular spell is without using it? How strong is it? How much of a person's energy does it use? A spell was developed for just such an occasion, but that wastes energy and is only temporary. Those humans are quite crafty and infused their magic in a tool that, when used, displays everything you need to know about a particular spell as long as you understand the ancient writings of the gods!"
   
As he spoke to me, I couldn't help but admire just how full of himself he sounded. It's amazing how he was speaking as if he had something to do with all of it, even though I was pretty sure he did not. He seemed like he was trying to convince me or at least himself of that. Oops! I was so lost in my analysis of his speech patterns that I almost stopped paying attention to his explanation. I missed the greater details of what he was saying!
   
"And so in addition to told us about spells, it works on items and even living creatures, though it is fallible. Using an Appraisal Eye too many times can cause it to overload and break, and given how rare these stones are, we prefer not to waste them."
   
So from the parts I did hear, I could guess that the stone can be used to display the strength and abilities of anyone or anything like the stat screen in an RPG. Now this is really sounding like an anime! What's next? Am I going to embark on a quest to save the world? I guess that would be pretty cool.
   
The dragon had finally finished speaking and it was holding the stone up to his right right eye, focusing on me. I could only imagine what it said.
   
"Rank B. Magical Molecules are at around 10,000." He sounded disappointed. "I guess I couldn't ask for much more than that from a child. But he is MY son! With how many females I had to go through to get a single egg, I was certain he'd be more."
   
"Lord Jathir!" the kobold stammered, trying to appease what I presumed was his dragonic master. "You should be proud! Even among your glorious kind, it's extremely rare for a child to be born with a rank greater than C, is it not?" He kept bowing to the dragon. "Is it not BECAUSE he was YOUR son that he has a rank of B?"
   
They kept mentioning rank B. Was that bad? Good? The kobold seemed impressed, but the dragon claiming to be my father was acting like I was a failure.
   
"I suppooooooose..." Yep, he was definitely ashamed of me already. I opened my mouth to demand he stop talking about me in such a way, but the only sound that came past my lips was an almost inaudible "Arrr?"
   
Now I was the one disappointed in me! I covered my face in embarrassment. If this was one of those stories, I'd be closer to my age, capable of speech and everything. This was not the case, so I guess I was just reincarnated in some unrelated manner. Maybe it wasn't like that after all. Still, regardless of my own physical limitations, my body was screaming at me to not let him get away with disrespecting me. I had a 3.7 GPA in my school. I was not stupid!
   
I attempted to stand. Bad move on my part. My legs lacked the strength to hold my body up, and these wings on my back were too dinky to support to my weight to fall backward. I fell forward. The pillow sliped from under my foot and I tumbled over the pedestal. Not good! My eyes darted to my right to see that the dragon and kobold were still talking. They hadn't even noticed that I was falling. What am I going to do? I did the first thing that came to my mind.
   
I screamed.
   
Less of a scream, it was more of a mix between a cry and a roar. In the blink of an  eye, four hands appeared beneath me. Not only the kobold that was talking to my supposed dad, but two others had dove onto the scene to cushion my fall. At least one of them, a green-colored one, had fallen over completely. I was saved! I sighed with relief, tears dripping subconsciously from my tiny form. As I wiped away the hazy liquid, I could better see my saviors. The irises of each of them were glowing dimly, zoned-out expressions slathered across each of their faces. I glanced toward the dragon to see a wide grin spread across his face.
   
"THAT'S MY BOY!" Jathir smirked, finally sounding pleased with something. He held up the stone to his eye again. My Magical Molecules had dropped to about 9,400, but it did not concern my father. "Imperatus Will," I heard him mutter. "Seems to be a lot like my Merciless Will."
   
As the kobolds regained sense of themselves, they seemed to be completely aware of their actions. "What happened?" the red kobold from before asked, holding me up toward the ceiling. "I'm glad we saved him, but my body just moved on its own there."
   
I was wondering the same thing myself. What did just happen there? Why were their eyes glowing?
   
"He seems to have been bestowed an 'Ability'. Just like me," Jathir revealed. Before I could wonder what he meant by that, he gave the answer. "Imperatus Will. It's a power once held by one of my ancestors. Anyone weaker than the individual has their will temporarily overwritten by the user. It works much better on lizardfolk like you."
   
"Then..." the green-scaled kobold began to say.
   
"Precisely! He Is definitely MY child!" bellowed Jathir. "It's just like my Ability, 'Merciless Will!' Although it would seem he can't yet activate it on his own." He threw his right arm form, causing a cape I didn't notice before to flap behind him. "Kuro! That's his name! The black and silver dragon, Kuroginryuu, who will become my right-hand! My legacy!"
   
So now he was giving me a name? Seeing how I couldn't remember my own name, I guess I couldn't complain. But was it Kuro? Or Kuroginryuu? If I was stuck between the two, I think I'd have prefered Kuro. It's far less of a mouthful. I felt like I'd bite my own tongue trying to say my own name if it's the latter. Still... I wished I could've remembered my real name. Now the only thing swimming around my head was the name Kuro and Kuroginryuu.
   
My name is Kuro! I suddenly thought to myself without intending to.
   
...I hated myself then. Don't tell me... Was my own name just overwritten! What other things did this reincarnation thing take from me?!
   
Jathir finally reached over to apprehend me from his minion. The cold touch of the  kobold's hand around my waist were replaced with a welcoming warmth from the dragon's touch beneath my armpits. He adjusted my position so that as he bent his left arm, I was able to sit upon it. Instinctively I clung to his body to keep my balance. It's so strange that this dragon I feared only moments ago now provided me with a sense of security I did not have before. Every shaking muscle in my body had stilled. I... didn't want to let go.
   
"As soon as he's able to walk, we'll begin his training," Jathnir announced to the room. Turning around, I could see that the room was filled with various individuals, ranging from more lizardfolk to even humans. At least, they might've been humans. It was hard to tell from my position. This dragon sure was making a big deal out of my birth-hatching... whatever. No matter what you call it, he was making it into quite the spectacle.
   
"Valka!" Jathir roared loudly. It's the first time his voice was enough to cause the kobolds around him to shudder, though I couldn't be certain whether it was out of fear or respect of his commanding voice.
   
A figure at the front of the crowd made itself known. This one was a lizardman like the other kobolds, but something about them seemed different. Their shape was noticeably different from a kobold, instead looking more like a cross between a salamander and an alligator. Their scales were a deep albino color, though with the amount of red scars across their face and arms I wouldn't have blamed anyone for thinking otherwise. If I had taken an educated guess, I would've surmised that their color made them stand out, resulting in a lot of fights. Their entire upper and lower body was clad in armor crafted from some kind of combination of iron and ruby. It seemed to blend with the scars on their body, making for a good look.
   
"Yes, Lord Jathir!" the lizardman spoke, her voice gruff, but hiding a tenderness behind it. Her buff appearance and voice together made it seem like she was the kind of person who would beat you to a pulp for bumping into her, but apologize to you after. She knelt down on one knee and bowed her head to Jathir.
   
"General, I expect you'll be ready to add his physical training to your regime within the next 10 days?" Jathir asked her, though his question seemed to be more of a command than anything.
   
"Of course, my lord!" responded the female lizardman, keeping her head low and eyes closed. "I am honored you would consider me worthy to oversee his training." I could tell that she was hiding a giddiness behind her words. And if I could see that much, I was positive that Jathir could too. "This actually works perfectly. The newest recruits are set to begin in 3 days. It'll give him far more opponents to improve against."
   
"Perfect," Jathir replied with a satisfied nod, but it was clear that Valka couldn't see that.
   
I had been so engrossed in the conversation that details of it were only hitting me then. Ten days?! Never mind walking by that time, that I felt I might be able to do, but being able and ready to train? With HER? Something like that?! I felt ready to faint, unintentionally clinging closer against my father. Again I found myself calling him that. The more I do so, the more I felt I might start to believe it. Even if my mind refused it, my body seemed convinced of its blood bond.
   
So this is how it begins. This is my life as a dragon. Where others might imagine the awesomeness of terrorizing kingdoms, hoarding gold and treasure, or bestowing wisdom upon mortal races, I'm about to have the will to live beaten of my body shortly after my rebirth. Whatever god is in charge of my story must be laughing their ass off somewhere.
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Aira Fox

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Reply #1 on: January 27, 2020, 08:01:11 PM
Here's chapter 2 of "KURO"!

While technically this is "Chapter 2", it's actually more like Chapter 1.5. This was a sort of middle chapter I wanted to write before I fully progressed the story in order to show off more of Jathir's personality, as well as the mental changes going on inside Kuro's head.

Due to several requests elsewhere, this chapter and future chapters will be told in past-tense. I've gone back and edited the first post to contain the updated version.

This chapter is a little dark, so I'd consider it a PG-13 rating.

FA link: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/34779126/

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KURO: A Dragon Lord's Son

An Isekai Written By: AiraFox

WARNING!!! This chapter is kind of dark.


Chapter 2

   
As the moonlight peered through the painted windows, Jathir repeatedly raised my body high into the air for all to see, staring at my form. The moon only allowed for so much light, but the candles and torches lining the walls seemed illuminate the space fairly well. From that vantage point, I had been able to better analyze him as well. His wings were halfway folded in, but I could make out the web-like film between the finger-like bony appendages. It was a deep blackish-red, and thin, but dense from what I could estimate based on how little I could see and feel of my own tiny wings. Mine seemed to be silver where his were red.
   
The way he threw me in the air reminded me of my father picking me up. I half-expected him to start saying things like "My boy! My sweet, precious boy!" However, something like that might have been a much. Not that I would have necessarily minded such a thing, but I could tell this was not his usual behavior judging by the awkwardness I sensed filling the room. Everybody watching the scene twisted their lips into a smile to the best of their abilities, but the tumultuous air was so thick it could be cut with a knife. All I could tell from Jathir's actions is that he truly seemed to care about me for the moment, though it may have been purely because of that so-called Ability I supposedly had.
   
A faint rumbled escaped my gut as Jathir brought me close to his body once more. The back edge of his lip had parted just enough for a barely audible snicker to be heard. "My little Kuroginryuu is hungry, huh?" I had not even though about food, but after hearing both my stomach and him speak, I had to admit that I was. Even if I could ignore the fact that I didn't get a chance to eat dinner due to my predicament, there was the strangest feeling that because this body had just hatched from its egg, it needed nourishment.
   
I'd seen dragons feed their small fish and small chunks of meat to their young in movies, but given such creatures didn't exist in history as far as we as humans knew, there was no telling if that applied to this situation or not. Though not very long, my teeth had grown in enough that they could draw blood from anything soft and fleshy. I ran my tongue across them to check their sharpness as was surprised to find that they were even sharper than my teeth were as a human. Not that I didn't expect a dragon to have sharp teeth, but I would not have expected that from a newly hatched dragon. Perhaps that was just an advantage of being in an egg given I had been able to open my eyes and crawls around. Or maybe it was because I was reincarnated. I did not know enough about dragons of this world to judge something like that.
   
"Fear not, Lord Jathir!" The voice came from behind me. There was another kobold with scales of an ashy-grey. From their appearance and voice, it was impossible to tell if they were male or female. Their voice was only slightly feminine and their body structure was slimmer than the others, but they had no defining features behind their cloak that could be made out. They seemed young if anything. "The hunting party returned quite some time ago. I'm certain Zamne and his assistants have already prepared plenty for young Lord Kuro to eat."
   
So now I'm a lord? I thought. Well, given the respect they showed Jathir, it was only natural that they showed respect for me as well. It would certainly take some getting used to. As least it wasn't as awkward as calling me a prince.
   
"Then I'll--" Jathir stopped himself as his eyes trailed up toward the ceiling. I couldn't lift my head enough to spot whatever had captured his attention. I did, however, manage to catch a glimpse as a sparkle reflecting off his eyes as the moonlight above hit something.
   
He sighed loudly. "VRERK!!!" he roared, turning his attention to the crowd.
   
"He's not here, my lord!" a voice rang from the back. "He and his lieutenants are off on assignment!"
   
"Then who did he leave in charge here?!" he demanded to know. The dragon clenched me tightly against his body as his voice grew louder. Suddenly everyone was on-edge.
   
"Nephis... but I think he's outside," a voice meekly replied.
   
"Then get him in here!" Jathir stomped his foot one, causing the stone-masonry beneath his feet to crumble. His voice was had a commanding presence to it. All in the building had moved from kneeling or bowing to standing up completely straight.
   
Barely a moment had passed before Valka came dragging in a fox-like character. The lizardman tossed the fox onto the ground in front of Jathir, but he immediately stood up. Nephis, I was assuming, had a chain around his forehead with a single stone. He was wearing a very dark cloak obscuring the greyness of his fur.
   
"Y-You called for me, my lord?" he stuttered nervously, standing completely straight with his arms locked against his side. Jathir took look at him and sighed.
   
"How old are you?" the dragon asked bluntly.
   
"Twelve, sir!" the fox answered. That was incredibly young, though it could have been old depending on how long his species lived.
   
"Twelve, huh?" I could hear an extremely long sigh get drawn from Jathir's mouth. "Vrek isn't one to make mistakes like this, so he must have seen something in you." A glare suddenly shot out of toward the fox, chilling him to the bone. "So give me one good reason why I shouldn't skin you alive to use as a bed sheet."
   
His words were decisive. Nephis did not speak a word in response, instead proceeding to flick the purple gemstone hanging from the chain around his cranium. The fox suddenly disappeared from view. His body, cloak, and jewelry... all had vanished.
   
"If I release enough stored energy, I could make a small platoon disappear," came Nephis' voice. I couldn't see him, but as my eyes trailed up toward Jathir's, I noticed his pupils were slowly moving.
   
"That'll do, but if you're going to hide, make sure you hide your smell and aura," Jathir finally said, snapping his tail to his left. Nephis emerged from his veil, clutching his chest. Surprisingly, he was still standing, which seemed like enough proof for Jathir to spare his life. "Vrerk probably left you behind to guard the fortress because you still need more training." Jathir's eyes once again shifted toward the ceiling. "A LOT more!"
   
Jathir roared loudly, blasting a heated fireball from his mouth at the rafters above. I was amazed that the woodwork did not catch fire, but they were probably designed that way given Jathir was a dragon. It was then that I finally saw something up there move. Valka's image disappeared behind one of the rafters; I hadn't even seen her move from her spot. How did she get up there? I asked myself.
   
"Aaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
   
The scream tore through the chamber above all else. Those below were unfazed, although I felt the thin layer of fur on my body prick up. Valka leapt from the wood bearings and landed heavily in front us, holding a robed, bearded man by the scruff of it. Even underneath the purple sleeves, I could see that his right humerus was now bent in  90-degree angle and his left leg in three different places. Seeing that convinced my that my earlier assessment of her was correct.
   
"You see, Nephis, it your responsibility to detect when spies like this enter my territory so Valka and her men can focus on much larger threats," Jathir sneered, clenching me even tighter. It seemed like Jathir had a feeling what the human was after. "And on the matter of spies..."
   
Jathir knelt down, leaning forward on his spread legs like an adult man about to explain something to a child.
   
"Tell me which kingdom sent you, human..." inquired the dragon, hiding his rage.
   
"Answer!" Valka demanded with a kick to his broken leg.
   
"N-Nobody!" the human quickly responded as if to stop himself from screaming in pain. I could almost swear at the time that I saw the blond hair of his short beard turn whiter. Although Jathis seemed to have calmed down, the air around his body quivered with a killing intent. Was it just a father protecting his son? Or was there more to his rage? I couldn't help but wonder that as the human spoke.
   
"I find that hard to believe," Jathir sighed in disappointment.
   
"There's a huge bounty on your head!" the human attempted to explain. Valka's eyes peered down at him, ready to detect the slightest suspicious movement. "E-Even mapping your territory or knowing your movement is enough to--"
   
Jathir quickly silenced him by smothering him with his right hand. Although he had been holding me, he had enough leeway to waggle the equivalent of his left index finger at him.
   
"Don't take me for an idiot," Jathir rumbled, his irritation starting to show through. "I'm well aware of how much I'm despised." A smile formed along the back of his lips; he was genuinely pleased with the idea of being hated. "Allow me to explain why I know you're lying. First, you got this far into my territory, which I find difficult to believe you managed on your own." Jathir's head tilted backward. "DIFFICULT TO BELIEVE YOU MANAGED ON YOUR OWN."
   
Nephis finally caught on at the repeated statement. Though still doubled-over and clutching his chest, the cloaked vulpine stumbled toward the back of the chamber. Jathir smirked.
   
"That means you got in here with intimate knowledge of this outpost, a place which I came to only fifteen days ago in secret," he continued. "The only way a no-name like you could have done that is if a kingdom was backing you. No small guild would trust a lowlife like you with that kind of information."
   
"No-name?! Lowlife?!" The human was completely insulted. Enough that he had managed to lift his mouth above Jathir's hand. He barely manage to expel a "I'll have you know I--!" before being silenced again.
   
"So I'll ask you again... WHO sent you? Which kingdom was it?" After he finished asking, the dragon removed his hand to finally let him speak. Again the human pleaded ignorance to it, claiming he was only trying to learn Jathir's plans to report back.

Valka was not so easily convinced. She violently ripped the man's robes away, leaving him in a ragged copper-colored tunic that was not odd for a small time adventurer to wear. The lizardman continued her strip-search by lifting the tunic to reveal a holster stringing his loose pants against his waist like a best. Connected to it was a small brown leather sack. Valka dug through it as the man's skin turned paler.
   
The lizardman stopped for a second. Without saying a word, she grabbed something and tossed it Jathir. He easily caught it with his large hands. He unfurled his fingers to reveal a ring with a flat surface. Engraved upon the surface was a strange symbol I'd never seen anywhere before. If it was a written language, it was not a character I was familiar with.

"Koseer, eh?" A scowl crossed Jathir's face, but he seemed a bit less irritated than I had expected of him. "That explains everything."
   
There was a light murmur in the crowd. Though the news was shocking to them, I could vaguely hear whispers along the lines of "At least it wasn't Drahart."
   
"Indeed, my lord!" spoke up the kobold who attended to me earlier. "Koseer is one of our vassal states. With something like that, he could easily enter our territory without suspicion. Even seek out your lordship for a meeting!"
   
"But I don't recall news being leaked to Koseer that I would be having a child." Jathir sighed to himself, but surprisingly he did not seem ready to burn down a human settlement as I had expected from his tone earlier. Then again, I knew nothing of this Koseer.
   
"Maybe an emissary was sweet-talked into divulging it?" the kobold pondered.
   
"Perhaps..." Jathir returned his attention to the human. The look on his face was a man who had resigned himself to death. If Jathir did not kill him, one could could reasonably guess he had no safe method of returning home. "You! Human! Do you think you could be useful to me?"
   
The man's face suddenly lit up. "O-Of course!" he answered vigorously. If a chance for his life to be spared had arisen, he definitely wanted it.
   
"Excellent!" Jathir passed me a glance before looking to Valka. "Take him to Zamne." Valka coldly nodded her head in compliance and dragged the human off with her. She pulled him along without grace by his broken arm, ensuring that he would be experiencing nothing but pain. Jathir dismissed the crowed and held me out in front of him.
   
"I think human meat will be a wonderful first meal for MY son!" he beamed.
   
I could feel my face loosen and my body droop at his words. Did he just say "human" meat? I misheard him right? I had to think he couldn't be serious. He wouldn't really feed me human, would he? Then again, dragons did eat humans in many games and movies, so it didn't sound unnatural. The problem was that I am, or rather was a human. I had no way of knowing if Jathir knew I was a human that had been reincarnated as a dragon, or if he knew such a thing was possible.
   
Since eating a human was the last thing I wanted to do right now, I opened my mouth to speak against the idea. "Arrrrrr!" The sound that came out was embarrassing and seemed to only lighten Jathir's mood. In his eyes, I seemed excited by the idea. Unfortunately, I had little choice in the matter. With my stubby arms, I lacked the strength to push away from him. No, it wasn't just that. Some part of my body refused to push away from him. The fact of the matter was that I was a hatchling, and even if my mind knew enough to discern was what edible and what was not, my body's survival instincts kept me close to my father.
   
I spent so long thinking about it that I had not realized that that were moving. For the first time I was seeing beyond the cathedral room, passing down a long and fairly decorated hallway. As I observed the tapestry detailing what I could only assume to be religious figures, I began to wonder if this was a place that Jathir had built or a place he annexed. I really had a lot to learn about this world.
   
The doors and hallways were large enough for someone much larger than Jathir's size, perhaps even larger. Perhaps, I thought, that the world build things with dragons in mind. Maybe they were holy figures or something.
   
Jathir didn't have to push anything open as the room he was heading to was already open. Inside was a long wooden table that was probably large enough to seat 50 people. The guests at the table consisted of some of the kobolds I saw earlier, lizardmen, beastmen, and even a couple human-like figures. I had no way of knowing if they were humans, dwarves, or elves from this far away. Did this world even have things like that?
   
The dragon made his way to the front and sat himself down at the end closest to a large stonework fireplace. There was a small fire burning with a cauldron-like pot dangling above it.
   
A tiger-like beastman approached Jathir. Unlike the others, he wasn't wearing any sort of fancy armor or cloak. All he had on was a faded cloth tunic and a bloody apron. The blood looked quite fresh. As he placed a slab of meat resembling a misshapen burger patty in front of us, I felt my fur stiffen. Though the shape resembled a patty, the texture was clean and almost shiny.
   
"For the young lord," the tiger-like beastman smiled pleasantly. He definitely did not see anything wrong with this scene. I was guessing that this was Zamne. Now that I looked, the rest of the table was filled with lavishly cut meat and vegetables that were spread out so either was within reach of everyone at the table. However, none of them had dared to reach for anything, despite the drool sparkling from the lips of more than a few. They were waiting for Jathir to eat.
   
Zamne had brought the largest slab of caveman-like meat. The entire thing was still wrapped neatly around the bone. I think I heard somebody mention a direwolf. The meat was easily larger than me.
   
Although a fork and knife had been prepared---Since when did dragons eat with silverware?---the dragon made no effort to use either. He pushed on his finger-like digits to produce even sharper claws and off a piece of meat from the small patty in front of me. He kept me seated in his lap as he brought the meat closer.
   
No! I screamed in my head. If this was what I thought it was, then I couldn't let it touch my my tastebuds.
   
"The young lord is a picky one!" laughed someone close tot Jathir. I didn't see who.
   
"He's just probably disappointed the human was such a lowlife," Jathir snerked, finally succeeding in wrenching my jaw open. He shoved the meat into my mouth and smacked my jaws closed. The meat was so juicy that it was practically drinkable. Zamne must have prepared.
   
Reluctantly, I swallowed it. Suddenly my eyes widened and smoke seeped from my nostrils. The taste was exquisite. Perhaps it was my body's desire for the nutrients the meat provided, but it was craving more. It was smoked to stimulate the texture a dragon would presumably taste with their fire breath, but heat slowly over a flame to bring out the savory flavor. As I described it to myself, I shuddered. Why did I like this? I felt so bad!
   
So as to not have more forced down my throat, I knelt my head down toward the edge of the table as my dragonic father brought the dish closer. Hating every fiber of my being, I dug my miniature teeth into and easily ripped off a decent chunk. I wanted to cry as I found myself actually enjoying the meal. Pleased with my actions, Jathir and the other turned their focus to their own meals.
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Reply #2 on: February 14, 2020, 08:41:47 PM
Chapter 3 is finally here! With this chapter, we exit what I consider a prologue and begin the true story.

As always, if you'd like to read more, please let me know! Feedback is always appreciated!

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KURO: A Dragon Lord's Son

An Isekai Written By: AiraFox


Chapter 3: Two Years Later

*KNOCK* *KNOCK*
   
"Lord Kuro! It's time to get up!" came a loud and grating, feminine voice. It was a voice I'd heard a thousand times and sounded like kittens going to town on a chalkboard. Ugh. That voice... I had been having such a nice dream that I did not want to open my open my eyes.
   
*KNOCK* *KNOCK*
   
"KURO! I know you're awake!" screeched the voice again.
   
Damn that Shaanes was astute. Then again, her voice could probably rouse the dead from their eternal slumber. Who needed something like an alarm clock in this world when she could do the work herself?
   
"I'm coming in!" she shouted again through the door. Due to my position and age, my room did not contain any locks on the door so that guards could rush in without any kind of impediment should my safety be at stake. Although, it would not be wrong to doubt such a think would have stopped somebody like Shaanes.
   
Within seconds of the door swinging open, I felt a pair of large paws resting upon side. The weight was nearly crushing, but at the same time I could easily push it off. Soon my entire body was rocking along the bed.
   
"Lord Kurrrrrrrrrrrooooooooooooooo!" she cried with an incensive whine. "Get up! If you don't, your father will yell at me again. Kurrrrrrrrooooooo! I know you're awake!"
   
Yes, but just because I'm awake doesn't mean I want to get up! What good is essentially being a prince if I can't sleep in even once a year? Those may have been my thoughts on the matter, but Shaanes would never let up. As her voice assaulted my eardrums up close again, I finally answered her back. "Gwarm arrrp! (I'm up!)"
   
"I know, I know!" she replied, lifting her paws from my body. "It's not my call. Lord Jathir said to get you up and ready."
   
I roared back at her and finally rose from my bed, if one could even call it that. It was pretty much a large pillows covered in the furs of various large animals. My room was considerably better than it, actually possessing a human-sized desk and chair, as well as three cabinet shelves filled to the brim with various books.
   
My attention was turned away from Shaanes as I dressed myself appropriately in a black vest tied with red laces in the front to keep it in place. Jathir had a real thing for black and red, I had come to realize. The emblem of a black dragon was sewn onto the front, though if not for the silver outline on mine, one might not have noticed. The others who wore such an emblem had theirs outlined in red.

It had been a little over 2 years since I was reincarnated as a dragon. I had grown considerably since then, only slight shorter than the average adult female in height. My tail was probably about 75% the length of my body and my wings could reach the length of my arms when fully extended. I was still very much a juvenile for my species despite my growth spurt, although I apparently would not reach the size of a full-grown human until I was about 5 if everything my father and the others told me was correct. From then on I would experience another growth spurt every 10-20 years.
   
Unfortunately, my biology had yet to fully catch up with my increase in my height, so for the time being it was physically taxing for me to speak a language that humans and most other races could understand. If I did not take my time, it came out as weird roars. Despite that, it did not take my father and the others long to discover that I could understand them. It would have been one thing if Jathir spoke in Draconic; apparently all dragons were born with the innate ability to understand it, even if they could not speak it. However, Jathir and his minions were often speaking a language known to the natives of the world as the "Common Accord" language, or "Accom". The fact that I could understand this language from such an early age was enough to drive Jathir into a fit of glee. I was being praised as a genius, even though I only understood them because Accom just happened to be modeled after my native tongue. At least in its spoken form.
   
Having dressed myself in what little was required of me for now, I faced Shaanes. She was still presenting herself in the visage of a large white cat-like creature with two tails, her form slightly taller than my own even when she was standing on all fours. I shot her a glare. She looked innocently toward me with her dark cobalt eyes before finally catching on.
   
"Right. Apologies, my young lord!" With a bow, she gracefully jumped up into the air and with a flip forward, stood on two legs. She was now humanoid, looking much like those catgirls from Japanese stories, though her face was masked with bright white lines for whiskers resembling thick warpaint. In her human form, if you could ignore the two cat ears above her head and her paw-like feet, she wore scale armor made from a black serpent she had hunted herself. If one didn't know otherwise, she could easily be mistaken for a man as her chest was incredibly flat. This was a common thing for female beastmen.
   
Shaanes was a rare breed of beastman. I'd learned most beastmen were incapable of transforming between a beast state and human state as evolution had weeded that feature out over the generations. However, a fair number of them could use magic to draw upon their primal urges on times long past. The severity of the transformation varied between individuals, but full transformations like Shaanes' were rare.
   
"Lord Jathir awaits!" the feline beastman reminded me. Her voice was far less eardrum-scratching in her human form. I would almost call it pleasant, but it was still a bit too high-pitched for that.
   
My schedule consisted of two days of training with Valka or whoever my father assigned to my combat training, two days of scholarly studies, one day of rest, and one day of being beside Jathir as long as he was around. The concept of weeks and weekends did not exist here, at least not in Jathir's domain. The calendar was split into six seasons of 60 days a piece. The seasons were Dawning, Spring, Summer, Harvest, Fall, and Winter. We were currently in the Spring 40s, though the exact date had not cemented itself in my mind.
   
Just outside of my room was a long corridor of a castle halfway. It was not long before I learned that this was indeed a former human settlement that Jathir had made his own. To my surprise, he had not completely stolen it. While the territory was indeed something he had claimed for himself, this castle, his main lair, had been long since abandoned. It was besieged by war long ago and the capital was moved due to the many deaths that occurred. Once he took ownership of the land, Jathir made the humans repair it in exchange for their lives. All of the humans in the country lived under the rule of Jathir. The territory had expanded over the decades, but Jathir considered this location to be his central base of operations. Several outposts were littered throughout the region.
   
My room was along the center courtyard, something I could best describe as a garden in the center of the castle-grounds. It was large enough to be a small park from my world, even possessing a small pond. Shaanes and I walked down the corridor and took a left toward the banquet hall. My room was not far from it in terms of the castle's standards, but it was a couple hundred meters; not like I'd measured it.
   
As we neared the banquet hall, I could already taste the smell of roasted Roc. The large avians made their home in the mountains to the west, so it wasn't uncommon to find some that ventured further out. As Shaanes and I opened the door, the smell hit me with the force of hurricane winds. I nearly coughed at the overabundance of spices used. Jathir had a large drumstick that he was continuously taking bites out of.
   
Breakfast may not have been a big event every day, but Jathir enjoyed making a spectacle out of everything. My birth was not the first thing he celebrated in a grand fashion, nor was it the last. As much as he enjoyed terrorizing and tormenting humans, he sure made the effort to partake in their customs when he felt the need to be spoiled, evidenced by the spread of meat on marble and wooden platters. Prior to meeting Jathir, I never would have thought dragons cared about such a thing.
   
Jathir finally noticed me.
   
"Kuro! My boy! Get over here and eat! We have a busy day planned today!" greeted the dragon with a mouthful of fried bird. My name was being called, so I had little choice in the matter.
   
After seating myself beside my dragon father, I helped myself to my own portion of the Roc meat. Comparing it to food humans from my world ate, it was like eating chicken that had a thicker consistency, but deeper flavor to it. If chicken had a lighter taste when compared with a slab of beef, Roc would settle somewhere between them, but not quite in the middle. At Jathir's insistence, the meat had been loaded with spices powerful enough to knock an ordinary person off their feet. Chili peppers may have been as bland as saltine crackers with whatever was layered atop the Roc meat. As dragons we were immune to heat of peppers of spices, but the human part of my mind still received a punch whenever such a thing tackled my nostrils.
   
My teeth were able to make quick work of meat. I could probably crush bones with how strong they'd gotten. Roc was large enough to be filling, so my stomach felt satisfied. Despite eating what seemed like a third his weight in meat, Jathir's gut had not grown any larger. A loud, fiery belch filled the room as he unceremoniously rubbed his stomach. The gas erupted into a blazing fireball that dissipated just as quickly as it formed.
   
No sooner than he finished had the dragon pulled me over to his side, pressing my head to his gurgling gut, though it probably wasn't his intention to force me to listen to the sound of bubbling belly. "Come, Kuro! It's time for our meeting!"
   
Meeting? That was the first I'd heard of such a thing.
   
"The four of them together... I can finally show you off!" Jathir cheekily snickered, a dark smile spreading across his face. "They're gonna be so surprised!"
   
There it is! I thought to myself. He had an ulterior motive.
   
As Jathir rose to his feet, he tugged me under his arm like he was holding barrel. It was not comfortable against his my midsection, especially after I had just eaten. "Gwaou gran me ro ramit?! (You want me to vomit?!)" I roared in his direction, straining my vocal cords to try to try speak Accom quickly. I soon realized that it would've been smarter to just growl at him like a normal dragon. Though not Draconic, he would've actually been able to understand me.
   
"Calm down, Kuro," Jathirs chuckled in response as he dragged me outside to the courtyard. He leapt through an open archway window seeing how it was closer than trying to go out through the front. How his fat ass fit through it in such a swift motion astounded me more than some of his other feats. "It'll be far faster for the both of us if I just carry you! I know you can't fly long distances or too fast yet."
   
I cleared my throat and breathed in deeply. I just had to remember that until my internal biology caught up with me, I would have to slow down and take my time when speaking. "...an' You. 'old. Me. Better?" While not great, that was the clearest I'd spoken all day.
   
"You're getting there," the dragon smirked, tucking me under his arm. He had shifted his arm so that it was up around my chest instead of my stomach, ensuring that my arms were outside his grip. If I kicked my legs up against his side and wrapped my arms against his size, I found that I was actually fairly secure. It still was not a good or comfortable position. The claws on my feet did not seem to bother him.
   
"Lord Jathir!" Shaanes called out after finally catching up. "When should we expect you back?"
   
"Hmm?" Jathir scratched under his chin with his free hand. "If I'm doing all the flying, it should only take us about a quarter of a day, so... by dinner, maybe? It should be a quick visit if it's just me and those four."
   
"Understood. I shall inform the others," the shapeshifting cat beastman replied with almost a purr. She seemed pleased just hearing him talk to her.
   
Jathir flicked two fingers her way in a "See you later!" gesture before bending his knees and flexing his wings. "Hold on, Kuro!" he instructed. Heeding his warning, my grip tightened.
   
The dragon blasted himself full-speed into the air, expelling all the force he'd built up into his legs. The fur atop my head that best resembled hair peeled back in the turbulent winds experienced by force Jathir was moving. He flew faster than any car I'd ever been in, let alone anything I'd stuck my head out of. I may as well have been fighting a hurricane at this speed, but my father's firm grip managed to keep me in place, even with only one arm. I'd thought about asking who we were meeting with, but the speed would probably carry my voice away before my father would hear it.
   
My body slowly began to adjust to the speed. As I gained the ability to actually see forward and around me instead of just of a blur, I got a good look at the ground below. Scooching my head forward, I could see that we passing over some wide open plains with various creatures, some of which would be called monsters by the humans, running around freely. I didn't recognize the surroundings.
   
"This is Drahart!" Jathir shot my way. I'd grown so used to the speed that I didn't realize he had actually slowed down a bit. Apparently he had noticed my curiosity.
   
"Dra...hart?" I slowly responded now that we were moving slow enough for me to talk with him. It was a country I knew was allied with our own territory, but I had truthfully never been outside the country's border. My studies had not gone into their history or why they were allied with us. One thing I did remember, however, was that it was seen as an ally Jathir wanted to keep at all costs.

"I suppose you're old enough to know..." the larger dragon sighed, his pace slowing considerably. "Drahart is a country of dragon-slayers. It is the one country that even we dragons dare not bare our fangs against. 'Slayer' magic is... different from the magic I employ and the magic we are teaching you. All magic can kill, but slayer magic is designed to kill. But at a great cost..."
   
At this point in his explanation, we'd reached a settlement. It was a small town of brimstone and wood with a population in the hundreds at best. Although Jathir was flying low enough to be seen, there was no reaction from the townsfolk.
   
"If you use this magic and it succeeds, you are cursed to become what you kill," my father continued while I observed the scenery below. "If you kill a dragon, you become the visage of the dragon you killed. Eventually, you will lose your sanity as the curse eats away at your body, mind, and soul. Drahart's king is one such individual whose sanity is on the verge of slipping, and the sorcerers of this land are brash enough to employ slayer magic without fear." Jathir appeared to be lost in thought for a moment as he tried to figure out how to say what he wanted to say next. "...These people could be wiped out in a fortnight, but their relentlessness would mean our kind would not escape without damage. Gods forbid one of them gets a lucky shot in on one of other seven."
   
My father sighed loudly as he began to pick up the pace again.
   
"We of the Supreme Octonary have an accord: If Drahart does not initiate aggression, do not engage." Jathir's speed continued to increase as we progressed further into the country. "I think it was about twenty years ago that I just so happened to save the current leader's eldest son. It was not my intent to save him, nor did I care about his identity, but it worked out in our favor. As a favor, Drahart offered to establish diplomatic relations with us, and I was not so foolhardy as to ignore it. They offer us resources and Intel from lands I do not control, we come to their aid in the event of a siege from another country. Neither of us will bare arms against the other without provocation. When the throne abdicated to the heir, you will meet with them."
   
It was an overload of information, but because my biology had been "reset" with my rebirth, in a sense, my brain was again at the age where it absorbs information most easily. Having kept all my knowledge and memories, it was no wonder I was considered a genius.
   
As we neared the edge of Drahart's territory, my father spoke up once again. A devious grin had returned to his face and there was a faint cackle behind every words.
   
"We're nearly there!" It was obvious he was trying hard to contain his excitement. "Soon you will meet them! The Divine Tetradrakes!"