Book 3: Chapter 111 (1/2)

Alora hovered in the air, her scales glistening in the rays of sunlight peaking over the horizon. In her front right claw, she was holding a limp man with a green face. She frowned at the man and wiggled her claw, shaking off droplets of vomit from the tips. “Stop puking. It’s gross.”

“I can’t help it,” Zyocuh said through labored breaths. “I get motion sickness.”

“What am I? A carriage?” Alora snorted before squinting down at the landscape below. “This is where you wanted to go? All I see is…, oh. That’s a pretty big person.” Underneath her, there was a meditating red giant, its stomach expanding and deflating with every breath it took.

“Yes, we’re here,” Zyocuh said. He was suspended facedown, his legs and head dangling while his torso was supported by Alora’s claws. “That’s one of my creations. There should be three of them.”

“And how is this going to let me get back at my uncle?” Alora asked, raising an eyebrow.

“That’s simple,” Zyocuh said. “Throw me into it.”

“Huh?” Alora tilted her head and brought Zyocuh close to her face. Her nostrils wrinkled, and she moved him a bit further away. “You want me to what?”

“Throw me into it,” Zyocuh said again.

Alora furrowed her brow. “Are you sure…?”

“Yes.”

“Won’t it be dangerous?”

“I promise I won’t hurt you.”

“What?” Alora reared her head back. “Hurt me? Won’t the one getting hurt be you if I throw you inside? What do you mean hurt me?”

Zyocuh blinked. “Why would you care about my well-being?”

Alora blinked. “Because I’m a nice dragon?”

“You stabbed me with your tail regularly to prevent my healing process,” Zyocuh said. “I don’t believe that for one second.”

“Hey. Do you want me to help you or not?” Alora asked. “I’m doing you a favor right now; shouldn’t you at least pretend to act more grateful?”

“Please, drop me into that giant,” Zyocuh said. “But don’t get too close, or it’ll start attacking you.”

Alora squinted at the bald man in her claw. “What happens when I drop you inside? If you don’t tell me the truth, I’m not going to do it.” She nodded. “And though I may look like a young dragon who’s gullible and easily fooled, I’m not, okay? Telling the difference between the truth and a lie is even easier than telling apart my annoying triplet siblings when they stay quiet.”

Zyocuh sighed. “Alright,” he said. “Once you drop me inside, I’ll absorb it and forge a new body for myself. If I can absorb the other three as well, then I’d be strong enough to defeat that evil dragon.”