Point of No Return [ Sequel to No Turning Back]

Two

There was a sudden knock at the door.

Annoyed, Horas set his mug down and perked his head up.

Megadon entered the room, slightly limping as he walked. He winced at his aching foot, but he ignored the pain and kept moving.

"Am I disturbing you, Horas?" Megadon asked, shutting the door.

Sighing, Horas ushered his sidekick inside. Wincing, Megadon entered the room while holding onto his limping foot.

He frowned at Megadon's foot. "And what happened to you?"

"One of those bloody dragons pinned me down while we were fighting them." Megadon sighed, glancing at his foot. "It's just a sprained ankle, I hope. Don't worry about it." He straightened up and looked at his leader curiously. "So, what's the next stage, Horas? That is if you got a plan."

Horas was silent until he suddenly burst out laughing. Like he just heard somebody told him the most hilarious joke.

"Megadon, you really are a funny man." He stood up, holding his mid-section as he laughed hysterically. "Of course I got a bloody plan! In fact, it'll be the best plan that will finally get that dragon right in my hands. And when I have that beautiful beast, I will make sure every dragon bows down to their master - me."

Megadon gave a puzzled look.
"And what do you plan on doing to the people of Edon? Please jog my memory." He sighed, rubbing his eyes. "Clearly, it's been a long night."

"They will be enslaved under my dragon's control. That goal hasn't changed."
Horas brushed past Megadon, grinning. "Anyone who refuses to obey will be punished. Perhaps fed to my man-eating dragons. Trust me, they can't be kept waiting for their meal."

"And what about our deal?" Megadon demanded, stopping Horas in his tracks. "You did say I will get my revenge and become chief, right?"

Horas whirled around; a cunning smile stretched across his lips.
"Of course. How could I forget?" he threw an arm over Megadon's shoulder, steering him towards the door. "A deal is a deal, right? You will get your chief title while I become the greatest dragon conqueror and hunter this archipelago has ever seen. We will get our revenge from those who wronged us. Trust me, I will not break our deal."

Megadon breathed a sigh of relief.
"Good. Maybe once I'm chief I will make you my royal advisor or my hitman to eliminate my pathetic cousin." He clenched his teeth, narrowing his eyes as he thought of his cousin.
"Arne did not deserve the chief title. It was I who worked hard for it. Yet, his father - and my uncle - chose him, despite being...forgiving to those beasts, and knowing little about battle strategies. Clearly, he doesn't see that these vicious beasts bring anything but disaster. He listens to his village, but never to me. That is why enslaving these dragons is a great idea, Horas." He grinned darkly. "They deserve such a misfortunate fate."

Horas chuckled darkly.
"See, this is why we make a great team, Megadon. We really do think alike. I don't say this often, but you are the only one who has not failed me. Now come, I have something to show you."

Intrigued, Megadon followed Horas' out of the room. Whatever the dragon hunter had in mind, Megadon was interested to see.

"I realised controlling my prisoners is all so simple," Horas mused, leading Megadon further down the corridor. He stopped in front of the cages that held his prisoners, smiling at their battered, abused state.
"Since I am a very impatient man, I haven't got all day to train this beast. You see, getting that boy to train my dragons wasn't my only plan. But since that plan backfired, I have a back-up, which I am certain will work."

Megadon cocked his head, furrowing his brows. "So, what is this plan, Horas? And what about the boy? Will he still be of use to you?"

"Only time will tell," Horas grinned darkly. "But it is the Night Fury I have been after for so long. After what it did to me, I made it my mission to get my vengeance."