Book 5: Chapter 50

Book 5: Chapter 50

The Recordkeepers stomach grumbled, and she placed her hand on her stomach. How many days had it been? She was left behind by Vur and Tafel, not daring to enter the lair of a family of cursed dragons. She was still sitting by the entrance of the dragons lair, afraid of missing Vur and Tafel when they decided to leave. However, she was getting really hungry. She bit her lower lip and looked around. She had two options: forage for food outside or enter the dragons lair and ask for food. Of course, the option of waiting and eventually dying of starvation was open too.

The Recordkeeper sighed and climbed to her feet. She stared at the entrance to the dragons lair before shaking her head. As the Recordkeeper, she knew perfectly well what cursed dragons were capable of. Also, what food could they possibly have in there after sleeping for so long? If anything managed to last that long without spoiling, then it was bound to be a precious treasure, and would the dragons renowned for being greedy and selfish be willing to share their food with her? Obviously not.

The Recordkeeper followed the dried-up riverbed of dragon drool. When she got to the hole leading outside of the cave, she poked her head out. The black mist permeating the area had disappeared, and color had returned to the ground. The dirt was brown, and the stones were grey. Unfortunately, the black grass hadnt turned green; they had withered into brown clumps and were mostly dead. Evidently, after waking up, the cursed dragons had removed whatever was plaguing the land. Even still, it didnt seem like shed be able to scrounge up any food. A few decades would have to pass before the ecosystem recovered to a reasonable state.

A gurgling sound came out of the Recordkeepers stomach, and she sighed again. Not too far away, further down the riverbed, there was the place with lots of fruits, but Grimmy had released his fake kirlopion there. If she went there, itd probably eat her. Although Grimmy had stopped it from attacking the group once, would it know not to attack her if she showed up by herself? She wasnt going to put her life in the fate of an insects puny brain no matter how many modifications were made to it. She extended one of her wings and folded it, grabbing it with both of her hands. She narrowed her eyes. When she had lost one of her wings to the fake kirlopion, the pain wasnt too intense.

If I ate you, how many days would you be able to feed me for? the Recordkeeper asked her wing. After thinking for a bit, she shook her head. She didnt have a weapon or tool to cut her wing off, and she wasnt skilled enough to start a fire. She knew the process, but just knowing didnt mean she was capable of doing. Another sigh escaped from her mouth, and when she was about to retreat back into the cave to wait at the entrance some more, two white specks on the horizon caught her attention. Holy dragons?

The Recordkeepers brow furrowed, and she retreated into the cave. She followed the dried riverbed and arrived at the entrance to the cursed dragons lair after a few minutes of walking. She knocked on the wall near the entrance and shouted, Hello? I have some information Id like to trade for some food.

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Kondra pointed at a hole in the ground. Did you see that? There was someone there.

Kondra? Is that you?

Kondra flinched and took a step back. Although she hadnt heard that voice for several centuries, she still recognized it instantly. Grenwelser, Kondra said and wrinkled her snout. I thought you died during the war.

The purple shimmer vanished, and Grimmys mom popped her head out of the hole. It was a close call, thats for sure, she said before grinning. Her eyes twinkled. It seems like were related now. Do you remember what you told me back then?

No, Kondra said before Gren could say anything else. I dont remember saying anything to you.

Dont be like that, Grimmys mom said and beamed. You, a holy dragon, arent going to go back on your word, are you?

Whats this about? Kondras mate asked, his gaze switching between Gren and Kondra.

Kondra glared at her mate. Its nothing. Stop asking.

Kondras mate tilted his head, but he wisely kept his mouth shut.