The Dragon Will Soon Go Out and Leave the Nest (1)

The Dragon Will Soon Go Out and Leave the Nest (1)

Im sorry for delay

(Goethe)

(TLN: couldnt find the original quote)

Hey, its the sun

From the azure sky golden light shined down on my face.

The light pierced the clouds like an arrow and without lingering in the wind it extended straight to the world.

A little while ago the dark blue of the night remained in the western sky, but now that it had reached here it was rolled from the bottom up.

Morning came to the world.

Yggdrasil and I were in the sky at an altitude of 5000 meters and we looked at the sea in the horizon.

From the water surface which had a metallic luster vapor slowly rose, became sea mist and drift away.

The bowl of the sky that was turned upside down was like the feathers of a male pheasant and created deep and beautiful gradations.

Mountains towering on the earth praise the sun that just appeared and their shadows kept extending endlessly.

And just the introduction of an orchestral music the world slowly woke up.

Everything was beautiful in the morning light, but there was something that shined especially dazzling and I could only admire it.

Taiki Yggdrasil.

Her bark was dyed pink by the gentle newborn light.

If you looked up you could see that her eternal green leaves wore a layer frost because of the high altitude and they shone like polished emerald.

Yggdrasil. She was the most beautiful in the world, the oldest and holiest world treasure.

I . . . , love this world very much.

Yggdrasil said to me in a transparent voice which was fresh like the morning air.

My heart made a sound at her words.

I also tried convey my words to her [I like this world] but my voice broke off like a cirrus cloud and faded away and for some reason didnt become words.

(Fumu, this wasnt good . . .)

I put the 4th mark in front of my eyes.

With my sharp fingernail, the huge black turtle stone bedrock was like putting a knife in a ripe melon and I can easily carve marks.

Dragons scratch marks were the proof of territory. Even the stupidest animals of this island wont overstep this territory.The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))

Because invading the dragons territory was equal to death.

Really, I cant express my gratitude. Honorable great dragon.

The lamia deeply lowered her head to me.

She from a while ago repeatedly bowed and rubbed her head against the earth.

This happened every time I applied a mark. I felt bad that she stood on ceremony.

I somehow persuaded her to finally raise her head.

The cheeks of the one watching me regained their color by the blood circulation and released a particular atmosphere unique to lamias.

Behind her was the blood and meat of the cattle that I had handed over to this mother and child.

This morning, I who filled my belly with Yggdrasils sap as usual, went to the north spring where the lamia lived. And as I promised the lamia yesterday, I practiced hunting on the way.

At the bank of a large river an aged buffalo which got separated from its herd became they prey of my claws without much effort. I broke the neck of the bull in one breath so that it didnt have to suffer after it lost consciousness by my roar.

From my previous life till now, it was the first time for me to have deprived the life of a living being, my mind as a dragon might be it because I was able to smoothly accept my first hunting.

My eyes didnt show anything, but I prayed I do not ask for forgiveness. Your life wont be wasted and I flew to the north spring with the buffalo in my claws.

I pretended to not notice that it felt good when my claws were covered with blood . . .

I who got to the north spring gave the lamia a big surprise, but she with some caution she accepted it.

Cheap and cunning the lamia laughed when I told her that I caught the prey like I promised and she repeatedly gave me words of thanks after I she saw the bull.

Because it was a waste of time Thanks arent needed so please eat, the meat will rot while thanking me and I forcibly stopped the endless bowing by laying the ox beside her.

Though she hesitated momentarily, she thanked me once more and finally took the bulls meat. And without rest the lamia continued to chew the meat.

Although she was a woman who always looked courageous but wasnt she in a state near starvation? The bull lost its shape in a moment.

After eating half of the meat the lamia wiped the blood from her mouth she once again gave me words of gratitude and offered me the remaining half of the bull.

There was also a water place in the vicinity, the sun was also good. There wasnt a shadow that indicated that this place was inhabited. Why was this suitable place for a den not used by anybody? I thought that it was strange and asked the lamia.

Actually this place was once the nest of a hydra.

So she said that a brutal hydra lived here 20 years ago.

It randomly hunted the beings of the island, the hydra used poisonous breath and was feared by all creatures on the island, so she said that nobody dared to approach this rocky mountain.

And I heard that the hydra challenged the dragon without knowing its limit.

The hydra was a dragon subspecies and it was an old truth that it was no match for a dragon. The hydra was tragically defeated and its body was devoured by the dragon.

After losing its master the cave had become unoccupied, even now after 20 years had passed the creatures around here recall the fear of the hydra, so It was passed down that nobody lived here.

Indeed it was certainly in the memory of the preceding dragon, the image of how the white dragon tore the nine heads like silk cloth was left behind.

. . . I could only think of this place. So . . . how about it?

The lamia asked fearfully. The den originally belonging to a hydra might be inferior.

I took a look at the den again.

Though the hydra was extremely ugly, but it was ill-matched with this fine quality den.

It was convenient that no creatures approached due to the fear of the hydra. So the surrounding creatures wouldnt be stimulated in vain.

As for the location and size, it was a spending den so didnt think further about it.

I thanked the lamia for guiding me. She was honored that she could be useful and I laughed joyfully.

Thus I unexpectedly obtained a new den.

When I thought of leaving Yggdrasils place and live here starting tomorrow, my heart for some reason becomes clouded with fog.

So a new den was found. Above all a good one was found.

At dinner (sap) I told Yggdrasil about the new den I found.

She was pleased that I found a den by myself. And she celebrated with me.

. . . youre moving already. . ., although it was short it was enjoyable.

She continued. It wasnt my delusion, but I could hear a bit of disappointment and loneliness in her voice.

I wonder why? My heart was like a dustcloth which was squeezed tightly.

I couldnt understand the true nature of this pain, but my throat was blocked and I couldnt breathe.

Because I couldnt breathe I tried to spit out the air by force and some words came out of my mouth.

No, not yet! Im not moving yet. The important things arent enough yet!

Important things . . . whats that?

Yggdrasil asked me.

The important things arent enough though these words left my mouth, but it was a coherent story.

A den must be completed or else I couldnt move yet.

Really, what wasnt enough?

Though I had neither complaint about the location nor the size, the den was ideal, but there were still insufficient things. There should be necessary things.

I thought. The things necessary for a den, what on earth was necessary for one?

What was done in a den? What do I need in a den?

In here what did the den not have . . . ?

. . . Yes thats it! The floor! A bed was necessary!

A simple answer left my mouth. The den didnt have a bed.

A small bark which became loose fell in the hollow of Yggdrasil, it was a natural bed with moderate softness and heat retention, but the new den was made of cold rock.

Though it wasnt impossible for a dragon to sleep in a cold place with its hard rock skin either, but there should be a comfortable bed. Because the calm sleep leads to a rich life.

It was so. A bed was necessary. Lets slowly build an ideal bed starting tomorrow.

Even Yggdrasil,

Yes, thats right. It is sufficient that there was a soft bed to be able to sleep. Fufufu, then until the bed is completed treat me well from tomorrow on too. Roommate-san.

The voice of such a Yggdrasil, though it might be my delusion too, but I could hear that it bounced brightly.

When I heard her bright voice my heart becomes bright like a blooming flower.

I talked to Yggdrasil about todays events and afterwards I happily closed my eyes in this soft and warm hollow.