I truly don't know what's scarier, the part where Lenard was almost eaten by a giant squid or Lenard's terrifying scream in the Havadra jungle sounding like the agony of the lost souls. "I hate the jungle!" He kept yelling.

"You'll get used to it, Lenard." Victor was trying to convince him to embrace the danger since we're warriors after all. The Havadra jungle was piled with twisted vines, tall thick trees, plants, and perfect hideouts for those unknown predators. Lenard may be trained for this situation, but he was still the same old Lenard. I was wary of our surroundings, too. The sound of wild beasts made me want to draw out a weapon, but I had almost forgotten that I didn't have them.

"The cave should be located in the mountains." I pointed at the west. "Maybe, just maybe, the Dragonsmith should be there, so we may have a chance to meet him or her." Traveling for hours with the summer sun beaming at us, they followed my lead. We passed several branches, bushes, even old logs crawling with bugs.

Did you ever think that I should just fly towards the mountain like that? No. No. No. No. I didn't want to be alone flying while they're alone trying to get used to Lenard's powerful shriek.

In the mountains, landslides often happen there. Thanks to our training, we looked at a nice spot before climbing onto it. We just need to be extra careful. "MaXabiere?!" Claes called from below.

"What is it?" I shouted, looking below.

"Are we almost there?" My senses grew stronger. My heart was pounding fast. I heard the crackle of flames.

"Yup, we're almost there. All we have to do is jump high enough to grab on to the edge."

"That sounds like a bad idea." Lenard wiped the dirt off his nose.

"Okay. Here I go." Without warning, I jumped high like a bunny rabbit. Quickly, I grabbed the edge and forced myself up. I hoisted them up for support after they reached my hand by the time each of them was close enough.

"That scared the crap out of me." Lenard panted.

"Is this it?" Chloriette pointed above my shoulder. I turned and saw the cave.

"Smells like fire in there." Claes peered to the cave.

"Could be a path towards the lava," Sean said. I stepped forward. "Guess we'll have to find out." I was the first to step inside the cave before my friends did. With my magic, I tried a simple skill by lighting my palm with a dancing flame. Neither bats nor strange creatures, making Lenard be at ease for a bit. "I maybe hate the jungle, but I like this cave. No monsters that'll give me nightmares." Suddenly, our surroundings rumbled gently but almost made us stumble. Again and again. "Okay, whatever it is. I might never sleep again," he squeaked.

I heard a voice- a deep voice from the glowing area in front of us. "Fargos!" Boomed the voice. "Could you fetch me some griffin eggs, please!"

"Griffin eggs?" Lenard said with curiosity.

"Yes, sir," An old, deep voice replied. We saw a silhouette of an elf, which slowly showed itself wearing a furry robe with a witch hat, walking on his tiny, but nightmarish legs. His face was old and his nose was pointy with a black mole. It's like this elf aged for years. "Uh, sir. I think someone wants to see you," he shouted behind him.

"All right then, let them in!" Replied the big voice. The elf gestured towards the light.

We followed the elf as we followed the markings on the wall- dragon claws, I thought. At the end of the tunnel was a room like a Blacksmith's. Inside displayed armors, rare weapons, unusual clothes that I'd never seen before. An iron chandelier lit the room with its burning candles as we stepped in. And come to think of it, this is one huge room. Aside from the spiky chandelier, the cave had glow stones blinking slowly like fireflies.

"So, he is alive," Claes said.

"Or she." Sean's eyes were never unfocused on this view.

"He exists," Chloriette muttered.

"Or this is a new Dragonsmith," I said. The elf passed through a brown cloth on the left side. A few minutes later, the elf came out with a man with black, braided, curly hair and smoking beard, with a very muscular body, tanned skin, and standing at a height of eleven feet. He looks intimidating as if he wanted to kill us at any moment.

Sean whispered, "He's not she after all,"

The eleven-foot-tall man gazed at me with his blazing eyes. His glare was the same as the Devastrigon. His tanned skin made him look like a guy from a bar that you don't want to mess with. His curly black hair and beard were swirled also with brown and gold. He looked more like a warrior than a Dragonsmith, with his bronze armor and filthy sandals. But mostly, he looked like a bodybuilder/baker/killing machine with his neat and clean apron designed with sweet cupcakes.

Later, he told us to sit on the chairs with a dining table munched by termites in the middle. With a powerful yell, the termites left and went straight to the hole on a wall. Without hesitation, we sat down. A chair where Lenard sat shattered, leaving him groaning in pain and lying down like a dead body. "Lenard, are you okay?" asked Victor. "Does this look okay to you!?" Lenard had a hard time on our journey. He gets cranky sometimes. The Dragonsmith sat with us with two eggs on an iron plate the size of a giant hole. "Eggs?" he offered with a deep, haunting voice. We shook our heads as a response. The Dragonsmith shrugged and said, "Suit yourselves." We watched awkwardly as he ate the eggs like a beast. Griffin eggs, I remembered. Fargos the elf fetched him a beer cup. I'm guessing it's filled with honey because I could smell it from the other side of the table.

"Tell me," he started after he slammed the beer cup on top of his nearly breakable, wooden table. That startled us. "Who are you small people and why are you here?" His voice intimidated us all. However, in a minute, Claes spoke for us, "We are the Flash warriors. I am their captain, Captain Claes. This is my comrade, Sean." Sean made an awkward smile and moved his fingers up and down as a sign of hello. "And these are the recruits. Victor, who has every ability of a super athlete. Lenard, magic that gives him intelligence. Chloriette, a girl with hypnotic singing. And this boy is MaXabiere, with rare magic."

"But, I am destined to be a Dragonslayer uh . . . Dragon . . . smith . . . sir," I gathered the words as I scanned the big man by looking into his volcanic eyes. "And we need your help." He examined me for so long, I had no idea what time it was until he settled himself by sitting properly. "You're unlike the others." His husky voice echoed through his cave called home. "Too young, pale, with your caramel hair and turquoise eyes, it makes you look like a normal boy and you're very short."

"I am not short," I almost shouted. "Why does somebody keep on telling me this?" Claes puts his hand on my shoulder.

"People have their point of views, kid," he said.

"Anyways." The Dragonsmith rests his gigantic hands on the table. "I am Rhoamaltonophus, the Dragonsmith, or Smith of Drakonios, who has served and forged for the Dragonslayer. I have lived in more Eras than most humans out there, including my good elf here. Forging rare and powerful tools, rightfully for every Dragonslayer such as yourself. Okay, I am serious, you're so tiny to be one of them." But I didn't mind what he said this time. "Mister Rhoamaltonophus," With the name I called him, he snorted. "A second thought, just call me Rhoamon." That sounded nicer.

"And this tiny one needs your help," I said, almost angrily because I hate calling myself something that I didn't want to be called.

Rhoamon nodded. "I know, boy." Our ears bled as he collided his hands with a bang. "What's the dragon?" As I described the reptile to him and told the name, he thought for a minute by scratching his beard. Then he said, "Ah, interesting. In the old texts in ancient history and ancient Dragonslayers Enchiridion, the name given to that dragon is the Triáda Katastrêfo, one of the rarest and powerful dragons of all. It was awakened five Eras ago, but went back to its slumber."

"And it has awakened again Mr. Dragonsmith, sir, by the time the doors of death opened," Claes said.

"I told you, call me Rhoamon." The volcanic eyes turned to Claes. The way he delivered his words was haunting.

"Oh, my apologies. I forgot." The captain gulped.

"That dragon you're about to face is very invincible. Luckily for the other Dragonslayers, their situations were far easier. Even the last slayer before you." Rhoaman tossed his hands as he leaned back in his chair with a creaking sound.

"Rhoamon, MaXabiere fought this dragon before," Lenard told him.

Victor nodded in agreement and smirked. "Yup, Max here is the max!"

"And the dragon has its vulnerability thanks to his magic." Chloriette looked at me, not bothering about the powers that I had.

Rhoamon let out a chuckle. "I have seen Dragonslayers test their magic in front of my eyes. Let's see what you got."

I smiled at that part, knowing what the results would be if my power was enough. Outside his creepy-looking home, Fargos the elf put seven tall human-like figures that were made of crystals. I wondered how much strength did Fargos need to carry those?

I guess I know what to do. Chlortiette reminded, "Just make sure you don't burn the trees or blow mountains."

"Yes, mom," I replied.

All of them went behind a huge rock to hide. "I notice you haven't brought any weapon with you, but of course you have your magic. So show me your best shot. But be careful, now. Those crystals were located almost close to the mantle. They are extremely impenetrable. Good luck!" Rhoamon saluted before he ducked his huge head, protected by his bronze helmet.

I clenched my fists after I rolled up my sleeves. I remembered how Claes taught me how to manipulate the energy of my magic. I felt the energy in me as the magic flowed through my entire body.

I posed myself in a combat stance, right foot at the back and the other on the front. Two of my opened palms were forming a half-circle as I put them together. I kept my focus on the manipulation. I thought about how to take these seven crystal humanoids.

Later debris from the ground was hovering around my feet. The blow of the wind got stronger, swirling towards my hands. Because of the wind, it spun like a tornado that caused a white glowing light. Then, it turned burning red. It was so shiny like I'm holding a star from the sky.

After a few seconds, I released my power using both of my hands. The energy blast was like a powerful burning beam from my palm, blasting the crystals.

As I manipulated the energy, the blast dimmed. The crystals shattered one by one. It was like a light bouncing into another mirror then another one when it hits a glass.

The crystals were as good as shattered like diamonds. And melted. My surroundings smelled like ashes. The grey color of the stones turned to black, the fire was still burning on top.

I looked back to see if they ever got blinded by the blasts. But they're all fine when I saw their faces from the huge rock but now turned into a medium-sized stone.

"I still need a weapon to use," I said. Rhoamon's eyes were fully opened. His beard was burning with baby flames. His cupcake apron was still in one piece though, but it was entirely burned.

A sound Boom! stormed into my ears. I followed the sound before stopping at the mountain. Once a high and tall rocky structure, now suddenly destroyed by a sixteen-year-old boy. Not just that, all the trees nearby were devastated. "Oops," I muttered. I was shocked that even though I controlled the measurement of my power, it still ended up destroying things. (Hey, you think I'm happy with this magic? I never asked for this).

"Can you keep this a secret? I don't want my mom to have a heart attack."

No one said a single word, not even Fargos. But Rhoamon cleared his throat. "Hopefully we have enough materials."

A/N:

At last, they finally met. What do you think of Rhoamon the Dragonsmith?