I became a Dragon Warrior

4000 years have passed.

Can you believe it? I am still alive, my heart is still pounding, my lungs were still circulating but the air was distorted.

The air now I was breathing was heavy and painful. It was unbearable because that day I got the pen that doomed humanity.

Humanity was crushed for a single pen, the blood was moistened all around.

"There is a dragon? Come on Sihan, don't be childish, it is just a myth."

It was bluff nothing else. This world was never competent for that mythical entity.

To be honest it was venomed by humanity.

The venom that kills slowly but with unbearable anguish agony.

"No there is, I will definitely find that one-day no matter where and how?"

Sihan was quite an optimistic guy. Once he believed it, He would damn cared about others' opinions.

We were childhood pals. We grew together, we trained together and we fought together.

The world was in chaos. People were murders and killed for the arbitrator. The blood was filthier than the water.

We are being trained in the Dragon Kungfu Altar.

The hustle was filled with dragons statue and their mythical utterances. Altar the name itself depicts the reason we are being trained here.

We were offered as sacrificial for the protection of this dragon shrine.

We were trained to retain the dragon existence.

"Is there even dragon, I always have that question in my mind?"

Yeah, there were about 6 hairless monks who were always obsessed with the dragon.

It's not like I didn't want to gaze at it, I would definitely. But with the human blood being scattered around the spot, I would never accept that.

We were taught Dragon Kungfu.

These monks were a maniac in this regard, they are strong like hell, I had never been able to even touch them and still, I was the best in my group.

There were about 8 Groups on our altar.

Wing, Claws, Breath, Fire, Vision, and Shield.

Each group was assigned by Those six monks.

There were about 218 forms in the Dragon Style Kungfu. But all of these were never taught to us except in one group, Vision.

Obviously, I chose that group, Vision.

The main reason was never explained to us but from my perception, a visioner might require more than others, because they are a sight that lightens the path which in return eases for others.

Below the Monks Level, there was another tire for the extraordinary one. But here, you should not be extraordinary from your birth, you need to become one. They were called The Dragon Circle.

But in reality, I have never seen one. For some reason, they never appeared at the altar.

I didn't know about The Dragon Circle but the difference between The Monks and 6 Groups was significantly huge in every aspect.

As I have told you earlier, I had fought my Master about 100 times but never even touched him. I doubt if he was even warmed up.

I had mastered about 112 forms till now.

Well, an average could master about 80 forms. But mastering all forms doesn't make you a true fighter and protector.

Our capability was tested on four bases,

Water, Air, Earth, And Fire.

Those were four elements of life.

We were thought based on these four elements, their nature, and importance in our vitality.

-Flow like water, never compressed, and always maintain your endurance like the water.

-Maintain your pressure, as much as you can like air but never kneel.

-Solid yet soft like earth. Forms should be strong but the body should be flexible.

-Anger like fire, the more anger, more the destruction.

Every fundamental element should be balanced to be a warrior of The Dragon Circle.

And about the Monk level, I couldn't even imagine.

"Hae.....yeah... oh ohhh....ouch ouch it hurts old man, l lose l lose."

It was the 108th time, I was shut down without even a single touch.

"Diaku, how many forms have you mastered?"

His voice was heavy but calm and sounded almighty.

"Ah...just 112, well I am in between 113 now..."

"Haha...you have still a long way to take off."

He was pestering me.

"Old man, do you think there is a dragon in real?"

That was an obvious question for me every time I train with the old man.

"Of course there is, you haven't seen one it doesn't mean there aren't any."

"hai hai...I think it will definitely attend your funeral."

"Haha, you never changed did you?... And don't forget about the Full Moon, it's tomorrow."

"Don't worry about that, I will attend that."

The full moon day was considered the Day Of Destruction.

That night all of the group used to assemble to form an image of a dragon. They need to perform the Kungfu Forms until they are a part of the image.

The ground was huge, I couldn't even discern it another end.

According to our Tripatras, that day the humanity was on the verge of extinction which was overturned by The God Dragon, whom people still believe to be breathing.

We used to thank The God Dragon with our Offerings.

The most famous show was the Monks Dance. It may sound funny but was the most amazing part of that night. 6 monks all together performing the last 12 Dragon Kungfu Forms, also known as the Death Dance.

You could easily feel the pressure in their arms and body with an aura of Demon.

That was the only thing for which I used to attend the festival.

The Monks even used to read the Trepatras with a single voice.

There were three books each owned with three different aspects.

Tripatras:

Dratras-The history Of ancient Dragon

Mantras-The Origin Of Ancestry

Kungtras-The Dragon Kungfu

These books were the fundamental basis of our existence, The Dragon warrior.

We were born with the dragon and we will extinct with the dragon, our destiny was confined.

The festivals were lively and were full of light twinkling and piercing the darkness.

...

I dodged off that night with the book still paging on my small arm. The night was cool and breezy.

I was excited to read. For someone who just began to read and write, it was joyful for me.

The Dragon Warriors, their story was interesting.

"Hai...what a cold night?"

I didn't sleep well that night. I was cold and I had no blankets at all. Well, it seemed I had food and water for about two days.

I packed the book in my bag and started my journey but suddenly I stopped for a moment.

"Where should I go now?"

I was confused. I had dreams but, how should I pave them. I had money but how should I use it. Just eating and lingering does not get me to my dream, right?

"Ohh, yeah pen....."

I abruptly remembered about it.

I took out the pen and filled it with that red ink.

I could have been a millionaire at any time, I just have to write on it. My dream was in my hand. I could make my dream reality just in a moment with just this pen and red ink.

The innocence of a child never hid. The child would definitely commit the thing that you told him not to. It is the nature of the child.

For me, at that time there was no one to scold me no one to advise me, no one to encourage me. I was alike a like little fox with meat on my mouth. I wrote what came to my mind without even thinking.

"Make me Millionaire."

I wrote it and now I just need to wait and watch. That was easy for me. I had expectations but I was now more interested in that book.

I walked about an hour and reached a village. It was sole. Wind can be heard quoting wall to wall. It was frightening too. You would be assassinated here and no one would ever realize. Well for a kid like me it is beyond.

There were about 12 huts, pretty damaged but was a paradise for me. I chose the biggest one for the night.

The most interesting thing was that the interior and utensils were well managed like it was just being used.

"Who cares...!"

I endowed the bed with my heavenly presence. I still had a day of food. Enjoying that food I turned the pages of the book

"The pen that dooms humanity".

On the other hand, I was being destined to be a millionaire with own my little hands that were adorned with the pen just some moments ago.

Let's not be confined within our Altar.

There were about 5 Altars. We didn't have countries like today. We were ruled by the Supreme organization called Eye of the God.

The Eye of God was endowed with 2 hundred thousands of Soldiers, each acquainted with Monk level credentials.

You can imagine how powerful and pressurizing presence was there of this supreme organization.

The person reading this book, you might be wondering why am I telling you all this stuff. If you are holding this book precisely you have already confronted with this pen.

And if I am sure you have already known of its leverage.

You are already known about the possibility of your future.

But don't get the wrong idea that the pen is sovereign. It has nothing to do here, it is only doing its task, writing.

The pen is incomplete without its blood. It can't get its life without its ink.

Blood Of Dragon, that mighty blood you are writing with, is what discerns your future.

I was stunned. For someone who was still believing that the pen was creating all those havoc. I looked at the pot, it was brownish-red. Blood is red but that never twined my mind, the pot was filled with blood!!!!

I was somewhat resisted to use that ink now.

This may be phony. But could l say that after all these series of events that my own little hand had written?

Another question crossed through my mind at the same time.

"Blood...? Of which dragon..?That God Dragon? There was it, a dragon in reality?

How did it end up in this pot?"

I had only questions in my mind. I was perplexed.

But I had my book so I kept on reading.

The whole supremacy of the Eye Of God withstands in this vary truth that the Blood of the Dragon should not end up to the immoral one.

That is the sole reason the 5 altars were designed to protect the existence and blood of the God Dragon.

Each altar had covered about 2000 Square kilometer area.

According to my perception, the organization just wanted to cover a larger region so that it would be easier to discover and distinguish the presence of the God Dragon.

Since you have that pot then it's obvious that we had slain the dragon.

We didn't only stain it, in a brutal sense we devoured it, we yelled our ravage by ourselves.

The day still shivers me, that day Eye Of God was crushed by a sole dragon and It's true warriors.

That day humanity was saved again.

Don't worry, you are already a part of it. Your destiny is already intertwined with us.

To be precise...

YOU ARE ALREADY DEAD....