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Part 16
The receptionist’s room was about as mundane as any in the human world, with a sofa to sit and wait on, a table with very old magazines on it and a nearby fish tank with some exotic-looking fish swimming in it. There was a bookshelf with some books in it that looked like they hadn’t been touched since they were first shelved as evidenced by the layer of dust. The wall had some pictures of inspiration on them like a cat hanging on a tree and a dragon beneath it hungry to gobble it up. The text below it read, “Good things come to those who wait.” The receptionist’s desk was covered in little amusing toys like Newton Balls, and a drinkie bird. There was also an in-out tray for papers, but both were empty and any papers on the desk were not actually as important as they were made to look.
“Hello, sir, do you have an appointment?” asked the lamia receptionist as Ken approached her. She wore a bored expression on her face and didn’t even make eye contact with Ken at all. She just kept focused on the magazine in her hands and flipped through the pages.
“Uh, no I don’t,” he answered. “But I have something important to tell the Administration.”
“You can’t see them without an appointment,” she told him. “Go fill out a form and you will be able to meet with them in about ten to twenty years.”
“This is very important,” urged Ken. “It won’t take long and they will want to hear this.”
“Have a nice day, sir,” she added with the same amount of enthusiasm.
“I am not done here,” Ken argued losing his patience. “Now, I am not leaving until I see the Administrators.”
“Do you have an appointment?” she asked again only further aggravating him.
In frustration, Ken couldn’t help letting out some flames ready to burn the room to the ground, but nothing his flames hit caught on fire, not the rugs, the walls, the sofas, not even the receptionist’s magazine. “I guess the made this place fireproof. Easy to see why.” Ken took a moment to regain his composure then slammed his claws on the desk. “I need to go in there and see them!”
“Do you have an appointment?” she asked again like he wasn’t the same person she had been speaking to or been pushing further to going berserk.
“Uh, yeah,” lied Ken attempting a new tactic. “It’s right now.”
“You’ll have to reschedule,” she told him. “They are in a meeting right now and cannot be disturbed. You can fill out a form of reschedule to have your meeting in three to five years from now.”
“Let me just ask you this,” Ken said trying to keep his cool. “If I were to barge right into the Administration office right now, would you do anything to stop me?”
“Meh,” she shrugged apathetically and Ken took that as a green light and hurried through the doors to the Administration Office. This was the first time Ken had even been in here and to his surprise it was unbelievable. It was like being in a space outside of normal reality altogether the way it was divided into seven different sections the blended seamlessly together. There was one for each of the different dragon administrators. The first section was the seat for the Fire Administrator that was like a sea of lava with constantly erupting volcanos and skies blackened with ash. Next to it was the seat of the Water Administrator. There was crystal clear water as far as the eye could see like it was an endless ocean and there was even an upside down ocean in the sky above it that rained down water while the ocean below had balls of water float up to the skyward ocean. The Earth Administrator’s seat was next. It was a huge grassy field with a rainbow of wildflows and all kinds of plant life and vegetation. The sky above was perfectly clear, bright and calm. The Wind Administrator’s seat was covered in clouds that floated around at the mercy of the breeze, some calm and tranquil, but others a powerful gale that brought them out of sight in an instant. The seat after that was for the Administrator of Darkness. Hidden in pitch blackness, there was very little to see beyond jagged spires and an empty void that one would feel could swallow them up if they looked into it for too long. After that was the seat of the Light Administrator. In stark contrast to the previous one, it was lit with an almost heavenly light. It was filled with shards of crystal the looked like they had been growing like plants. The light reflected brilliantly through them, creating rainbows all over. The final spot was a empty save for an aged chair. Besides the seventh seat being empty the Light, Wind, and Fire Administrators weren’t present either.
“So this is the Administrator’s office,” commented Ken. “A lot more spacious than I expected.”
“I am glad that you like it,” Abyss replied sitting in the Administrator of Darkness’s seat. “However, what do you think a lowly button born is doing coming in here while we are in council?”
“That’s right,” Ken said silently to himself. “He’s an administrator too.”
“What are you mumbling about?” Abyss demanded. “I want to know how violently I should toss you out of here.”
“Enough raging,” the Earth Administrator yawned lazily. He was by far the largest dragon that Ken had ever seen. His body was massive and his back was covered in shaggy moss green fur. Laying down as he was, he could have blended in perfectly with the ground if his head hadn’t been lifted up. He spoke very calmly for being so large, but his voice did have a lot of power behind it that reminded Ken of how his insides felt when he heard fireworks going off from not too far away. “This is not even an official council meeting. It is, after all, just the three of us.”
“Because those others are much too lazy to so much as bother to show up,” Abyss reminded them. “They should be voted out as well if they are going to shirk their responsibilities.”
“Do not speak down to them when you are but a hatchling compared to us all,” the Water Administrator lectured. She had a long slender body of blues and whites like a serpent that was coiled beneath the surface of the water. The way she talked and moved was very slow and elegant. It even felt very calming and made Ken feel at ease, though Abyss didn’t seem to feel the same soothing effects. “Now, surely this matter with the humans is not so big a deal that we need bother with the whole administration.”
“Of course there’s no need when you all decide to just sit and observe rather than actually do something,” he snapped. “We’ve had reports that humans have been reported on the perimeter of the Dragon Horde and some even seen on the towers. Such a thing has never happened before. Humans shouldn’t even be able to see this place and yet you all take this issue like something that can be ignored. The issue isn’t simply that humans are making attempts to invade, but that so many dragons have gotten soft to them and allow them and allow them to do as they please. We should be crushing them before they can become a threat but instead we let them be. Even worse, we allow some to become dragons knowing full well that they could one day use the gifts we give them to stab us all in the back.”
“We have been over this already,” the Earth Administrator bellowed. “The humans have already retreated and have gone. Should they return we will take the necessary actions that the council decides upon, but we will not senselessly chase after them and possibly expose our existence to the human world and in such a negative light.”
“And with the age of magic lost to humans they lack the means to do us any real harm,” added the Water Administrator. “You are simply being too biased based on your prejudices towards humans and you will remember to restrain them if you wish to remain on this council. Do you understand?”
“I- I do,” conceded Abyss averting his eyes.
“Um,” Ken said trying to finally speak up once things became quiet. “I actually wanted to talk to you all about those… those humans that were seen on the towers.”
“What about, dare I ask?” questioned Abyss.
“I figured that if you were going to go on about this situation with the humans that it’d be beneficial to speak with a dragon that has encountered them firsthand,” he explained. “And I have to agree with Abyss. I actually believe that this should not be taken lightly.”
“Then please enlighten us,” the Earth Administrator spoke. “Tell us what you have witnessed with your own eyes?”
“Well, I-” Ken began to say.
“One moment please,” a familiar voice called and everyone turned to the entrance to see Shiron hurrying in. “If something’s going on, please let me hear too.”
“Shiron?” asked Ken surprised. “Wh-what are you doing here?”
“I was informed about an issue concerning humans and I hurried over as quickly as I could. Seems I missed some, but looks I didn’t miss everything.”
“Didn’t think I’d be happy seeing your mug here,” admitted Abyss actually looking somewhat pleased. I don’t suppose you happened to speak with the other administrators at all?”
“Haven’t heard a word from either,” sighed Shiron. “You know how Hellyn is. She won’t budge from the Underworld unless it was literally freezing over.”
“And what of Pure?” wondered the Water Administrator.
“No idea,” Shiron answered. “She’s always on the move and never answers when called. We’ll have to fill her in next time one of us sees her.”
“Agreed,” the Water Administrator nodded.
“Sh-Shiron?” asked Ken surprised as he watched him take a seat in the Wind Administrator’s section. “You’re an administrator?”
“I am. Guess I didn’t mention it before because it isn’t that much of a big deal and I don’t often participate when I’m not needed,” he admitted. “Not many dragons are interested in taking a desk job like this. It’d probably be a relief to get removed from my seat, but it’d be harder to lose my seat at this point than to keep it.”
“Just keep that lax attitude and I’ll be more than happy to find a better dragon for that seat,” assured Abyss.
“I’ll be more than happy to accept your help,” Shiron answered smugly. “But I would like to hear about this issue regarding humans. Most matters here don’t interest me, but this one does. But how about we do some introductions first. I do not believe our visitor here is acquainted with all of us yet.”
“Very well,” the Earth Administrator replied. “My name is Orical- uh… Oroch- no… that’s not it. Orichal- Such a bothersome name to say. Just call me Ore. My title is the Earth Administrator. I’ve had this job for a few millennia now. Four I believe… or was it five. I seem to be getting rather forgetful in my old age.”
“You’re just too lazy to keep track,” the Water Administrator told him. “And your name is ‘Orichalcum,’ but it’s probably best just to call you ‘Ore,’ since you probably wouldn’t know we were talking to you if we called you by your real name. Anyway, my name is Umi, the Water Adminstrator. Pleased to make your acquaintance.”
“Nice to meet you both,” Ken replied and bowed to show his respect.
“And you know me, of course, and Abyss too,” added Shiron and got a nod of confirmation from Ken. “And I mentioned the other two members earlier, but all in all, that’s the administration here.”
“Well, that is interesting, but if you don’t mind me asking, isn’t there a vacant spot for a seventh member?” Ken pointed out.
“We are down a member, but that spot will be filled eventually,” assured Shiron. “Give or take a decade or two.”
“Uh, ok, that’s, uh, good to know,” Ken replied uncertain if leaving an important position on the administration open for so long was a wise thing to do. “Well, I’m Ken. I’m a Charizard and I guess that’s all you need to know about me.”
“Then the introductions are complete,” Umi declared. “Now let us here what you have to tell us.”
“I got away from those two crazy dragons, but I got myself lost doing so,” groaned Luke waddling his fat body down another long hallway. “This place is so big how does anybody find their way around here?” Luke kept wandering around just getting worried that he was becoming more lost with each corridor he took. Things only got worse when his stomach started to growl. “Hungry again? Well, I did get a lot of exercise since I last ate.”
“Hey, is that him?” asked one dragon to another as Luke passed by them too distracted by hos belly to notice them.
“A Wind Dragon dressed in a rather stylish, but unconventional winter wardrobe? Yes, I do believe he’s just the one we’ve been looking for.”
“Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s go get him!”
“Get him?” wondered Luke as he overheard that excited outburst. “Get who?” Looking, Luke saw two dragons hurrying towards him. One was a slender, lavender dragon with violet spikes running down his back neatly and uniformly. His eyes were aqua. He had a small set of horns on the side of his head that curved backwards and they were noticeably polished to give them a brilliant shine. He was dressed in a fine, red, silk robe that was wrapped snugly to him and flowed elegantly with him as he ran. The other dragon, a large, rough-skinned dragon with different patches of browns and yellow scales and jagged gray spikes going down his back with different length gaps between them and some bigger than others. He had green eyes and a large pair of horns on the side of his head that curved forward. Both horns looked worn and scratched. The one on the left was even missing a chunk of the tip. This dragon’s body had scars on it, but to what extent it wasn’t clear by the pieces of armor covering most of his body. When they came up to Luke they stopped right in front of him.
“Yes! He’s definitely the one we were told to find!” the smaller dragon stated.
“Heheh, good!” chuckled the huge dragon. “Means we’ll be rewarded for being the ones to find him.”
“And if I know the boss, it’ll be a ‘fabulous’ reward too,” the small dragon agreed. He then turned back to Luke only to see him running away as fast as his chubby legs could carry him. “He’s getting away from us.”
“Think we might have freaked him out by just running up to him and saying all that stuff?”
“I’d say we made a faux pas. Best hurry and catch him before he gets away.”
“Hey you! Get back here!” shouted the big dragon giving chase to Luke.
“You can try and be a little more civil,” the smaller dragon replied. “At least call him by his name.”
“Oh, right, sorry,” he apologized before going back to yelling. “Hey! Luke! Get back here!”
“Not what I had in mind,” he sighed.
“Why is everyone out to get me?” cried Luke running with all his might. “And why do they always force me to run?!?”
“He’s fast for such a fat dragon,” the big dragon commented unable to catch him.
“We won’t catch him at this rate,” the smaller dragon stated. “We need to put an end to this chase, but just how do we stop him?”
“Oh, I got an idea how to catch him,” the big dragon replied. “Hey, Luke! I got an extra large pizza with your name on it!”
“Pizza?!?” replied Luke and suddenly he had turned around and was standing in front of the two dragons, drool leaking out of his maw. “Where’s the pizza?”
“Uh, we don’t have any at the moment, but we didn’t know how else to keep you from running from us,” the small dragon admitted. “We’re sorry for the deception.”
“But how could you have known that would work?” asked Luke curiously. “I don’t believe we’ve met before.”
“We haven’t, but word of you has spread like a wildfire around the Dragon Horde and even our boss has heard of you and your gluttonous appetite,” the small dragon explained. “And even moreso, your intriguing fashion sense. I don’t know if you have heard about clans yet, but we’d like you to join ours when you are ranked high enough, that is.”
“You want me to join your clan?” Luke asked intrigued. “Just what kind of clan is it?”
“It is called the Best Dressed Clan, a clan for dragons that love to be clothed and when our boss heard about you he figured you’d be a perfect fit.”
“Well I do like dressing in layers,” chuckled Luke. “And I was wondering if a clan like that existed cause that would be one of the clans I’d want to join the most.”
“Then come and join!” the big dragon declared. “Become one of us!”
“He can’t yet,” the smaller dragon reminded him. “But soon as he passes his test to rank up he’ll be able to. But our boss was interested in asking you something as soon as possible.”
“Well, what does he want to know, uh…” Luke began.
“Oh, right, we never got the chance to have a proper introduction. It was an uncoof act on our part,” the smaller dragon admitted. “Let’s start with that first and foremost. I’m-”
“I’m Mammon!” the big dragon spoke up, interrupting the smaller dragon. “Pleased to meet you Luke!” He held his hand out for Luke to shake and when Luke offered his hand he felt like he had just put it in an iron press. It took quite some willpower to keep feom collapsing to his knees in agony and it only got harder when Mammon began to shake his arm and nearly dislocated Luke’s shoulder.
“Th-that’s enough,” the smaller dragon said saving Luke from having his arm ripped off. “My friend here is rather rough around the edges, but he means well. As for myself, I’m a much more refined dragon. You may call me, Cecil.” He held his hand to shake and using his non-aching arm, Luke shook it.
“Mammon, Cecil,” Luke said to them. “Nice to meet you both. Now what does your boss want to ask me?”
“What is it that you like about clothes?” Cecil asked. “What do they mean to you?”
“Well, I just like them,” answered Luke. “I like that they are warm and comfortable. I even enjoy putting on a bunch of layers for even more insulation and I love that it makes me all hot and sweaty. Heh, I’d even wear all that in the middle of a heat wavefor even more warmth. I bet that sounds kind of strange.”
“Hardly,” admitted Mammon. “Dragons do things for all kinds of reasons and it doesn’t have to even make any sense. We do what we do because we like it and dragons don’t care what anyone has to say about it because we’re dragons and nobody would think twice about questioning us.”
“Rather nicely put,” admitted Cecil. “And I do concur with him. You have no reason to feel insecure about what you like here. The clans here at the Dragon Horde are meant to promote expressing yourself and to help dragons bond over their interests.”
“That’s pretty awesome,” agreed Luke happily. “So, why do you two wear clothes?”
“For me, I find that all occassions need an outfit,” Cecil explained. “To go anywhere without a proper attire is bad manners.”
“But don’t dragons normally not wear anything at all?” Luke pointed out.
“Well, in some situations the minimalist look can be appropriate,” he responded. “But one cannot simply go around in the buff all the time.”
“And what is that robe you got on for?” asked Luke curiously. “What occasion is that for?”
“For me to take a bath,” he explained. “I was about to go into a nice, hot soak, but the order from the boss came to find you and we cannot ignore a high prority assignment to search for you. I didn’t have time to change before a certain friend over here dragged me out of the bathroom, but I suppose it quite a stunning wear to have just exclusively for washing up and I was able to make this look work.”
“You’re just always stuck up with your manners and whatnot,” teased Mammon. “For me, clothes are to help you out in battle. Whether you need full armor to withstand a barrage of attacks or-” As he continued to speak, he flexed all the muscles in his body and all his armor burst off his body at once leaving the hulking dragon in nothing but a speedo. You need to dress light to prioritize speed!” This gave Luke a better view at the scars on his body as he could see he was covered in them, many were made overtop older ones. Luke could only hazard a guess how he obtained them.
Luke found himself averting his eyes from the undressed dragon despite knowing most dragons were naked all the time anyway. It took a moment for him to recover and actually look at the dragon, though he did his best not to stare as all his old wounds.
“Must you do that?” sighed Cecil. “Very inappropriate behavior to do when you are not even in a battle.”
“Heh, sorry,” he apologized. “I just got too pumped up and got carried away.”
“Well, I hope this meet and greet will leave a positive impression on you, Luke,” Cecil said. “I’m sure it’ll leave an impression regardless.”
“It definitely has,” answered Luke. “It was short, but sweet and you definitely got my attention right from the start.”
“Yeah we did,” Mammon agreed. “You were very fast, but how about we race now that I am at my top speed?”
“Maybe another time,” answered Luke very much not interested in doing that. “I really need to be headed back to my room to rest, but I’m a bit lost.”
“Let me see your room key,” Cecil said and Luke handed it to him. Looking at room number that was etched into it he then handed it back to Luke. “You aren’t too far away. Just take the stairs one floor up and then take a right. Just follow the numbers and you’ll find your room.”
“Thanks,” smiled Luke. “I can’t wait to join the Best Dressed Clan and all I got to do is pass my next ranking test. Just watch me! I’m more motivated than ever!” With a spring in his step, Luke hurried towards his room.
“You’re more familiar with fighting than I am,” Cecil said to Mammon. “Any idea if he’ll stand a chance against Abyss during the fight?”
“Hard to say,” he admitted. “All he has to do is last a few minutes and under normal circumstances it’d be easy, especially since he seems like the type of dragon you’d hold back with fighting cause he’s such a nice and friendly guy. However, I don’t know if Abyss will be pulling his punches. I’d say his chances are less than a fifty percent chance, but the odds might be even worse than that. Still, with all that said, I’d bet plenty of gemstones he’ll come out on top.”
“Funny, I was thinking the same thing,” chuckled Cecil. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I am long overdue for a shower.”
“You’re excused,” snickered Mammon as he sneakily snatched off Cecil’s robe and left him in the buff in the middle of the hall.
“Rapscallion!” snapped Cecil trying to cover up his bare body. “Relinquish my bathrobe to me at once!”
“Gotta catch me first,” he taunted and ran off forcing Cecil the awkwardly chase after him.
“Finally, my room,” sighed Luke with delight as he approached it. “I can finally go in and get some rest.” Waddling his way to his room, he stopped when he heard the sounds of explosions coming from the room right next to his. “Isn’t that the troublesome neighbor that Taylor said I had?”
“Bzzzt! Come on! Four hundred fifty third time's the charm,” a voice said from behind the door. Luke approached curiously as he heard all kinds of strange sounds coming from inside and could smell smoke soon after. “It’s working… It’s working! It’s… ah! It’s exploding!”
KABOOM!!!
The door burst off its hinges and flew across the hall narrowly missing Luke. Smoke billowed out of the room as a soot-covered dragon stumbled out and collapsed on the ground. “Bzzzt! Back… to the… drawing board… Bzzzt!”
“Uh, are you okay?” asked Luke kneeling down to get a closer look at him.
“I am just fine,” he answered smoke seeping out of his maw as he talked. “Though I may have lost a few IQ points from that explosion. Still, I am a certifiable genius.”
“What were you trying to make in there anyway?” asked Luke curiously.
“An electric nail sharpener for dragons,” he answered. “It has to be very powerful and it is, but the engine overheats too quickly as a result and well… it exploded… again. But I won’t give up till I figure it out all the bugs in it. They don’t call me Circuit for nothing.”
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The receptionist’s room was about as mundane as any in the human world, with a sofa to sit and wait on, a table with very old magazines on it and a nearby fish tank with some exotic-looking fish swimming in it. There was a bookshelf with some books in it that looked like they hadn’t been touched since they were first shelved as evidenced by the layer of dust. The wall had some pictures of inspiration on them like a cat hanging on a tree and a dragon beneath it hungry to gobble it up. The text below it read, “Good things come to those who wait.” The receptionist’s desk was covered in little amusing toys like Newton Balls, and a drinkie bird. There was also an in-out tray for papers, but both were empty and any papers on the desk were not actually as important as they were made to look.
“Hello, sir, do you have an appointment?” asked the lamia receptionist as Ken approached her. She wore a bored expression on her face and didn’t even make eye contact with Ken at all. She just kept focused on the magazine in her hands and flipped through the pages.
“Uh, no I don’t,” he answered. “But I have something important to tell the Administration.”
“You can’t see them without an appointment,” she told him. “Go fill out a form and you will be able to meet with them in about ten to twenty years.”
“This is very important,” urged Ken. “It won’t take long and they will want to hear this.”
“Have a nice day, sir,” she added with the same amount of enthusiasm.
“I am not done here,” Ken argued losing his patience. “Now, I am not leaving until I see the Administrators.”
“Do you have an appointment?” she asked again only further aggravating him.
In frustration, Ken couldn’t help letting out some flames ready to burn the room to the ground, but nothing his flames hit caught on fire, not the rugs, the walls, the sofas, not even the receptionist’s magazine. “I guess the made this place fireproof. Easy to see why.” Ken took a moment to regain his composure then slammed his claws on the desk. “I need to go in there and see them!”
“Do you have an appointment?” she asked again like he wasn’t the same person she had been speaking to or been pushing further to going berserk.
“Uh, yeah,” lied Ken attempting a new tactic. “It’s right now.”
“You’ll have to reschedule,” she told him. “They are in a meeting right now and cannot be disturbed. You can fill out a form of reschedule to have your meeting in three to five years from now.”
“Let me just ask you this,” Ken said trying to keep his cool. “If I were to barge right into the Administration office right now, would you do anything to stop me?”
“Meh,” she shrugged apathetically and Ken took that as a green light and hurried through the doors to the Administration Office. This was the first time Ken had even been in here and to his surprise it was unbelievable. It was like being in a space outside of normal reality altogether the way it was divided into seven different sections the blended seamlessly together. There was one for each of the different dragon administrators. The first section was the seat for the Fire Administrator that was like a sea of lava with constantly erupting volcanos and skies blackened with ash. Next to it was the seat of the Water Administrator. There was crystal clear water as far as the eye could see like it was an endless ocean and there was even an upside down ocean in the sky above it that rained down water while the ocean below had balls of water float up to the skyward ocean. The Earth Administrator’s seat was next. It was a huge grassy field with a rainbow of wildflows and all kinds of plant life and vegetation. The sky above was perfectly clear, bright and calm. The Wind Administrator’s seat was covered in clouds that floated around at the mercy of the breeze, some calm and tranquil, but others a powerful gale that brought them out of sight in an instant. The seat after that was for the Administrator of Darkness. Hidden in pitch blackness, there was very little to see beyond jagged spires and an empty void that one would feel could swallow them up if they looked into it for too long. After that was the seat of the Light Administrator. In stark contrast to the previous one, it was lit with an almost heavenly light. It was filled with shards of crystal the looked like they had been growing like plants. The light reflected brilliantly through them, creating rainbows all over. The final spot was a empty save for an aged chair. Besides the seventh seat being empty the Light, Wind, and Fire Administrators weren’t present either.
“So this is the Administrator’s office,” commented Ken. “A lot more spacious than I expected.”
“I am glad that you like it,” Abyss replied sitting in the Administrator of Darkness’s seat. “However, what do you think a lowly button born is doing coming in here while we are in council?”
“That’s right,” Ken said silently to himself. “He’s an administrator too.”
“What are you mumbling about?” Abyss demanded. “I want to know how violently I should toss you out of here.”
“Enough raging,” the Earth Administrator yawned lazily. He was by far the largest dragon that Ken had ever seen. His body was massive and his back was covered in shaggy moss green fur. Laying down as he was, he could have blended in perfectly with the ground if his head hadn’t been lifted up. He spoke very calmly for being so large, but his voice did have a lot of power behind it that reminded Ken of how his insides felt when he heard fireworks going off from not too far away. “This is not even an official council meeting. It is, after all, just the three of us.”
“Because those others are much too lazy to so much as bother to show up,” Abyss reminded them. “They should be voted out as well if they are going to shirk their responsibilities.”
“Do not speak down to them when you are but a hatchling compared to us all,” the Water Administrator lectured. She had a long slender body of blues and whites like a serpent that was coiled beneath the surface of the water. The way she talked and moved was very slow and elegant. It even felt very calming and made Ken feel at ease, though Abyss didn’t seem to feel the same soothing effects. “Now, surely this matter with the humans is not so big a deal that we need bother with the whole administration.”
“Of course there’s no need when you all decide to just sit and observe rather than actually do something,” he snapped. “We’ve had reports that humans have been reported on the perimeter of the Dragon Horde and some even seen on the towers. Such a thing has never happened before. Humans shouldn’t even be able to see this place and yet you all take this issue like something that can be ignored. The issue isn’t simply that humans are making attempts to invade, but that so many dragons have gotten soft to them and allow them and allow them to do as they please. We should be crushing them before they can become a threat but instead we let them be. Even worse, we allow some to become dragons knowing full well that they could one day use the gifts we give them to stab us all in the back.”
“We have been over this already,” the Earth Administrator bellowed. “The humans have already retreated and have gone. Should they return we will take the necessary actions that the council decides upon, but we will not senselessly chase after them and possibly expose our existence to the human world and in such a negative light.”
“And with the age of magic lost to humans they lack the means to do us any real harm,” added the Water Administrator. “You are simply being too biased based on your prejudices towards humans and you will remember to restrain them if you wish to remain on this council. Do you understand?”
“I- I do,” conceded Abyss averting his eyes.
“Um,” Ken said trying to finally speak up once things became quiet. “I actually wanted to talk to you all about those… those humans that were seen on the towers.”
“What about, dare I ask?” questioned Abyss.
“I figured that if you were going to go on about this situation with the humans that it’d be beneficial to speak with a dragon that has encountered them firsthand,” he explained. “And I have to agree with Abyss. I actually believe that this should not be taken lightly.”
“Then please enlighten us,” the Earth Administrator spoke. “Tell us what you have witnessed with your own eyes?”
“Well, I-” Ken began to say.
“One moment please,” a familiar voice called and everyone turned to the entrance to see Shiron hurrying in. “If something’s going on, please let me hear too.”
“Shiron?” asked Ken surprised. “Wh-what are you doing here?”
“I was informed about an issue concerning humans and I hurried over as quickly as I could. Seems I missed some, but looks I didn’t miss everything.”
“Didn’t think I’d be happy seeing your mug here,” admitted Abyss actually looking somewhat pleased. I don’t suppose you happened to speak with the other administrators at all?”
“Haven’t heard a word from either,” sighed Shiron. “You know how Hellyn is. She won’t budge from the Underworld unless it was literally freezing over.”
“And what of Pure?” wondered the Water Administrator.
“No idea,” Shiron answered. “She’s always on the move and never answers when called. We’ll have to fill her in next time one of us sees her.”
“Agreed,” the Water Administrator nodded.
“Sh-Shiron?” asked Ken surprised as he watched him take a seat in the Wind Administrator’s section. “You’re an administrator?”
“I am. Guess I didn’t mention it before because it isn’t that much of a big deal and I don’t often participate when I’m not needed,” he admitted. “Not many dragons are interested in taking a desk job like this. It’d probably be a relief to get removed from my seat, but it’d be harder to lose my seat at this point than to keep it.”
“Just keep that lax attitude and I’ll be more than happy to find a better dragon for that seat,” assured Abyss.
“I’ll be more than happy to accept your help,” Shiron answered smugly. “But I would like to hear about this issue regarding humans. Most matters here don’t interest me, but this one does. But how about we do some introductions first. I do not believe our visitor here is acquainted with all of us yet.”
“Very well,” the Earth Administrator replied. “My name is Orical- uh… Oroch- no… that’s not it. Orichal- Such a bothersome name to say. Just call me Ore. My title is the Earth Administrator. I’ve had this job for a few millennia now. Four I believe… or was it five. I seem to be getting rather forgetful in my old age.”
“You’re just too lazy to keep track,” the Water Administrator told him. “And your name is ‘Orichalcum,’ but it’s probably best just to call you ‘Ore,’ since you probably wouldn’t know we were talking to you if we called you by your real name. Anyway, my name is Umi, the Water Adminstrator. Pleased to make your acquaintance.”
“Nice to meet you both,” Ken replied and bowed to show his respect.
“And you know me, of course, and Abyss too,” added Shiron and got a nod of confirmation from Ken. “And I mentioned the other two members earlier, but all in all, that’s the administration here.”
“Well, that is interesting, but if you don’t mind me asking, isn’t there a vacant spot for a seventh member?” Ken pointed out.
“We are down a member, but that spot will be filled eventually,” assured Shiron. “Give or take a decade or two.”
“Uh, ok, that’s, uh, good to know,” Ken replied uncertain if leaving an important position on the administration open for so long was a wise thing to do. “Well, I’m Ken. I’m a Charizard and I guess that’s all you need to know about me.”
“Then the introductions are complete,” Umi declared. “Now let us here what you have to tell us.”
“I got away from those two crazy dragons, but I got myself lost doing so,” groaned Luke waddling his fat body down another long hallway. “This place is so big how does anybody find their way around here?” Luke kept wandering around just getting worried that he was becoming more lost with each corridor he took. Things only got worse when his stomach started to growl. “Hungry again? Well, I did get a lot of exercise since I last ate.”
“Hey, is that him?” asked one dragon to another as Luke passed by them too distracted by hos belly to notice them.
“A Wind Dragon dressed in a rather stylish, but unconventional winter wardrobe? Yes, I do believe he’s just the one we’ve been looking for.”
“Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s go get him!”
“Get him?” wondered Luke as he overheard that excited outburst. “Get who?” Looking, Luke saw two dragons hurrying towards him. One was a slender, lavender dragon with violet spikes running down his back neatly and uniformly. His eyes were aqua. He had a small set of horns on the side of his head that curved backwards and they were noticeably polished to give them a brilliant shine. He was dressed in a fine, red, silk robe that was wrapped snugly to him and flowed elegantly with him as he ran. The other dragon, a large, rough-skinned dragon with different patches of browns and yellow scales and jagged gray spikes going down his back with different length gaps between them and some bigger than others. He had green eyes and a large pair of horns on the side of his head that curved forward. Both horns looked worn and scratched. The one on the left was even missing a chunk of the tip. This dragon’s body had scars on it, but to what extent it wasn’t clear by the pieces of armor covering most of his body. When they came up to Luke they stopped right in front of him.
“Yes! He’s definitely the one we were told to find!” the smaller dragon stated.
“Heheh, good!” chuckled the huge dragon. “Means we’ll be rewarded for being the ones to find him.”
“And if I know the boss, it’ll be a ‘fabulous’ reward too,” the small dragon agreed. He then turned back to Luke only to see him running away as fast as his chubby legs could carry him. “He’s getting away from us.”
“Think we might have freaked him out by just running up to him and saying all that stuff?”
“I’d say we made a faux pas. Best hurry and catch him before he gets away.”
“Hey you! Get back here!” shouted the big dragon giving chase to Luke.
“You can try and be a little more civil,” the smaller dragon replied. “At least call him by his name.”
“Oh, right, sorry,” he apologized before going back to yelling. “Hey! Luke! Get back here!”
“Not what I had in mind,” he sighed.
“Why is everyone out to get me?” cried Luke running with all his might. “And why do they always force me to run?!?”
“He’s fast for such a fat dragon,” the big dragon commented unable to catch him.
“We won’t catch him at this rate,” the smaller dragon stated. “We need to put an end to this chase, but just how do we stop him?”
“Oh, I got an idea how to catch him,” the big dragon replied. “Hey, Luke! I got an extra large pizza with your name on it!”
“Pizza?!?” replied Luke and suddenly he had turned around and was standing in front of the two dragons, drool leaking out of his maw. “Where’s the pizza?”
“Uh, we don’t have any at the moment, but we didn’t know how else to keep you from running from us,” the small dragon admitted. “We’re sorry for the deception.”
“But how could you have known that would work?” asked Luke curiously. “I don’t believe we’ve met before.”
“We haven’t, but word of you has spread like a wildfire around the Dragon Horde and even our boss has heard of you and your gluttonous appetite,” the small dragon explained. “And even moreso, your intriguing fashion sense. I don’t know if you have heard about clans yet, but we’d like you to join ours when you are ranked high enough, that is.”
“You want me to join your clan?” Luke asked intrigued. “Just what kind of clan is it?”
“It is called the Best Dressed Clan, a clan for dragons that love to be clothed and when our boss heard about you he figured you’d be a perfect fit.”
“Well I do like dressing in layers,” chuckled Luke. “And I was wondering if a clan like that existed cause that would be one of the clans I’d want to join the most.”
“Then come and join!” the big dragon declared. “Become one of us!”
“He can’t yet,” the smaller dragon reminded him. “But soon as he passes his test to rank up he’ll be able to. But our boss was interested in asking you something as soon as possible.”
“Well, what does he want to know, uh…” Luke began.
“Oh, right, we never got the chance to have a proper introduction. It was an uncoof act on our part,” the smaller dragon admitted. “Let’s start with that first and foremost. I’m-”
“I’m Mammon!” the big dragon spoke up, interrupting the smaller dragon. “Pleased to meet you Luke!” He held his hand out for Luke to shake and when Luke offered his hand he felt like he had just put it in an iron press. It took quite some willpower to keep feom collapsing to his knees in agony and it only got harder when Mammon began to shake his arm and nearly dislocated Luke’s shoulder.
“Th-that’s enough,” the smaller dragon said saving Luke from having his arm ripped off. “My friend here is rather rough around the edges, but he means well. As for myself, I’m a much more refined dragon. You may call me, Cecil.” He held his hand to shake and using his non-aching arm, Luke shook it.
“Mammon, Cecil,” Luke said to them. “Nice to meet you both. Now what does your boss want to ask me?”
“What is it that you like about clothes?” Cecil asked. “What do they mean to you?”
“Well, I just like them,” answered Luke. “I like that they are warm and comfortable. I even enjoy putting on a bunch of layers for even more insulation and I love that it makes me all hot and sweaty. Heh, I’d even wear all that in the middle of a heat wavefor even more warmth. I bet that sounds kind of strange.”
“Hardly,” admitted Mammon. “Dragons do things for all kinds of reasons and it doesn’t have to even make any sense. We do what we do because we like it and dragons don’t care what anyone has to say about it because we’re dragons and nobody would think twice about questioning us.”
“Rather nicely put,” admitted Cecil. “And I do concur with him. You have no reason to feel insecure about what you like here. The clans here at the Dragon Horde are meant to promote expressing yourself and to help dragons bond over their interests.”
“That’s pretty awesome,” agreed Luke happily. “So, why do you two wear clothes?”
“For me, I find that all occassions need an outfit,” Cecil explained. “To go anywhere without a proper attire is bad manners.”
“But don’t dragons normally not wear anything at all?” Luke pointed out.
“Well, in some situations the minimalist look can be appropriate,” he responded. “But one cannot simply go around in the buff all the time.”
“And what is that robe you got on for?” asked Luke curiously. “What occasion is that for?”
“For me to take a bath,” he explained. “I was about to go into a nice, hot soak, but the order from the boss came to find you and we cannot ignore a high prority assignment to search for you. I didn’t have time to change before a certain friend over here dragged me out of the bathroom, but I suppose it quite a stunning wear to have just exclusively for washing up and I was able to make this look work.”
“You’re just always stuck up with your manners and whatnot,” teased Mammon. “For me, clothes are to help you out in battle. Whether you need full armor to withstand a barrage of attacks or-” As he continued to speak, he flexed all the muscles in his body and all his armor burst off his body at once leaving the hulking dragon in nothing but a speedo. You need to dress light to prioritize speed!” This gave Luke a better view at the scars on his body as he could see he was covered in them, many were made overtop older ones. Luke could only hazard a guess how he obtained them.
Luke found himself averting his eyes from the undressed dragon despite knowing most dragons were naked all the time anyway. It took a moment for him to recover and actually look at the dragon, though he did his best not to stare as all his old wounds.
“Must you do that?” sighed Cecil. “Very inappropriate behavior to do when you are not even in a battle.”
“Heh, sorry,” he apologized. “I just got too pumped up and got carried away.”
“Well, I hope this meet and greet will leave a positive impression on you, Luke,” Cecil said. “I’m sure it’ll leave an impression regardless.”
“It definitely has,” answered Luke. “It was short, but sweet and you definitely got my attention right from the start.”
“Yeah we did,” Mammon agreed. “You were very fast, but how about we race now that I am at my top speed?”
“Maybe another time,” answered Luke very much not interested in doing that. “I really need to be headed back to my room to rest, but I’m a bit lost.”
“Let me see your room key,” Cecil said and Luke handed it to him. Looking at room number that was etched into it he then handed it back to Luke. “You aren’t too far away. Just take the stairs one floor up and then take a right. Just follow the numbers and you’ll find your room.”
“Thanks,” smiled Luke. “I can’t wait to join the Best Dressed Clan and all I got to do is pass my next ranking test. Just watch me! I’m more motivated than ever!” With a spring in his step, Luke hurried towards his room.
“You’re more familiar with fighting than I am,” Cecil said to Mammon. “Any idea if he’ll stand a chance against Abyss during the fight?”
“Hard to say,” he admitted. “All he has to do is last a few minutes and under normal circumstances it’d be easy, especially since he seems like the type of dragon you’d hold back with fighting cause he’s such a nice and friendly guy. However, I don’t know if Abyss will be pulling his punches. I’d say his chances are less than a fifty percent chance, but the odds might be even worse than that. Still, with all that said, I’d bet plenty of gemstones he’ll come out on top.”
“Funny, I was thinking the same thing,” chuckled Cecil. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I am long overdue for a shower.”
“You’re excused,” snickered Mammon as he sneakily snatched off Cecil’s robe and left him in the buff in the middle of the hall.
“Rapscallion!” snapped Cecil trying to cover up his bare body. “Relinquish my bathrobe to me at once!”
“Gotta catch me first,” he taunted and ran off forcing Cecil the awkwardly chase after him.
“Finally, my room,” sighed Luke with delight as he approached it. “I can finally go in and get some rest.” Waddling his way to his room, he stopped when he heard the sounds of explosions coming from the room right next to his. “Isn’t that the troublesome neighbor that Taylor said I had?”
“Bzzzt! Come on! Four hundred fifty third time's the charm,” a voice said from behind the door. Luke approached curiously as he heard all kinds of strange sounds coming from inside and could smell smoke soon after. “It’s working… It’s working! It’s… ah! It’s exploding!”
KABOOM!!!
The door burst off its hinges and flew across the hall narrowly missing Luke. Smoke billowed out of the room as a soot-covered dragon stumbled out and collapsed on the ground. “Bzzzt! Back… to the… drawing board… Bzzzt!”
“Uh, are you okay?” asked Luke kneeling down to get a closer look at him.
“I am just fine,” he answered smoke seeping out of his maw as he talked. “Though I may have lost a few IQ points from that explosion. Still, I am a certifiable genius.”
“What were you trying to make in there anyway?” asked Luke curiously.
“An electric nail sharpener for dragons,” he answered. “It has to be very powerful and it is, but the engine overheats too quickly as a result and well… it exploded… again. But I won’t give up till I figure it out all the bugs in it. They don’t call me Circuit for nothing.”
After quite a bit, the next part is up! Enjoy!
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