Shadows Reborn (2nd Book)

Chapter 31: The Living Darkness, Champion of Merec

"When the Shadows speak, the faithful shall follow?" A disgruntled Miasmador asked, an incredulous tone coming over his voice. "Where did you learn that, boy?"

"Who do you think?" Althalos raised an eyebrow, hardly moving under Miasmador's big claw that trapped him in a deadly embrace. "Where do you think?"

"Predutik zi kaerz." Came the blue dragon's voice as she stared at the fire, a somber tone coloring her own voice. "Miasmador daepktus."

Miasmador looked at the blue dragon, his female kin, with widened red eyes. "Daepktus eni?"

His growl had reached a deafeningly loud sound to Althalos's ears, and he wondered why the others had not woken up yet from it. He also wondered about another thing, and he decided to intrude upon their little discussion by asking,"Since when did you know the language of the dragons, Miasmador?"

"How do you think I learnt it, boy?" The dragon asked Althalos, annoyed, but not looking at the man that was trapped under his own claw.

"From your... friend?" He asked, intentionally insinuating deeper and not too clean things, only evoking more annoyance from the two as they glared at him with lidded eyes. A smile was all he gave them, only exacerbatin the situation.

Daring.

Thank you, milord.

"Why do you think that, Seraith?" Miasmador asked the other dragon that now approached them, slumping beside Miasamdor. Their eyes met, and Althalos just had to interrupt once more, this time making cooing noises, grinning at them with the same grin that unnerved them earlier.

"Will you stop it?" Seraith asked him, huffing out a plume of smoke that his his nostrils, entering his lungs, and he coughed and gagged.

Now, the roles were reversed as Althalos stared at the female blue dragon with voidless eyes, the smile inverted, while theirs weren't.

"Better, now listen to me, my kin."

Althalos yawned, coughing slightly as the smoke still stung and burnt his insides. His scalp itched, but he could not affort to reach it, for Miasmador's hold on him was so tight it felt like the dragon could crush him just by pushing hard enough.

The dragons blathered off to their unrecognizable language, and Althalos caught traces of human words here and there, but was otherwise still bombarded by words he knew nothing about, a language he didn't even know the name of.

I wish there was some sort of device that could translate any language, whether new or old, forgotten or remembered. Hearing these dragons stutter about in their strange tongue, it makes my head hurt.

He half-expected a retort from the demon lord, but none came forward, though he did not mind it in the least.

He, at least, knew of his master's busy schedules.

What can this device be called? His mind started to wander off as he talked to himself about this "device" that he concocted by himself.

Perhaps the Tar... He shook his head. No, that's too mundane and it would make no sense to others.

He chuckled. But that's a brilliant idea. Some translator that only I know the meaning of. It would baffle the minds of scholars for generations to come!

I wish I can travel through time and space. His mind now spawned up from his pits of fantasies. Maybe a device that can both translate any language so I can understand it and ship me across times.