Point of No Return [ Sequel to No Turning Back]

Two

Megadon suddenly grew interested about Horas' past.
"What exactly happened? If you don't mind me asking."

Stopping by a closed wooden door, Horas hung his head. He exhaled deeply as vivid flashbacks of his dark past came racing back.
Never did he trusted anybody with his dark past, but ever since siding with Megadon, he's grown to enjoy his company. And now he felt as if he knew him all this time.
Like a long lost brother he reunited after so long.
Nobody else understood his burning hatred and desire for vengeance against dragons.

"Aye, it is indeed a sad but disturbing story." Horas leaned back against the door, shoulders hunched. "A terrible war broke lose in my village. It was a vicious dragon attack that occurred in the dead of night. I was only fourteen - no longer a boy, but not yet a man. Though, I tried to prove my worth by training to join the chief's army of dragon killers.
My family lived in poverty, so I made it my goal to give my family a good name; a reputation to bring glory to our village. Because I was born with half my sight," He gestured to his eye patch, "I was treated like an outcast; shunned even. In my culture, any child born either early or with a disability are either shipped off or killed in front of the village. Fortunately, my parents did not resort to that."

Megadon gave a silent nod. He motioned for Horas to continue.

"Anyway, I was on duty with the other trainees that night. Everything seemed to be alright - we were fighting off the dragons, and we thought the dragons were leaving. Then I witnessed a truly horrible sigh." He shut his eyes, letting out a shuddered breath.
"A group of dragons, which I recognised were Night Furies attacked my parents. Outraged, I stepped in to fight them off, collecting scars and a few injured limbs. I managed to take down my first kill, but it certainly was no victory. You see, my parents' blood were spilled by those wretched beasts.
By daylight, those beasts had left.
The village, shocked by what they witnessed, blamed me for my parents' deaths saying I was a cursed child who let this happened. So I ran away and found a group of dragon hunters notorious for their kill.

He gave a stone-cold look at his imprisoned dragons.

"From that day on, I trained hard to become the best dragon hunter in this archipelago." He slowly fiddled with the lock for one of the cages. Reaching his hand inside, he drew a dragon the size of palm, and trailed a chubby finger around its wings.
"I was desperate to avenge my parents, the two people who's always believed in me; the only ones who never doubted me. That is why I made it my goal to hunt down these beasts."

The dragon shrieked in pain as Horas' fingers coiled around the creature's neck like a snake. He paused, angrily tossed the dragon inside its cage, and locked it.
An exasperated sigh escaped from his dried lips.

Megadon tried to process everything about Horas' past. Although he felt shattered by his tragedy, Megadon was left with questions that baffled him.

"So, do you know why these Night Furies disappeared?" He asked, intrigued. "I remember when I encountered those beasts in my youth. They're cursed demons, and I can prove it." He pulled down his shirt, revealing faded scars from the Night Furies. "Yet, I've never seen these beasts since then. Until when that wretched boy and his Night Fury arrived on the shores of Edon. I always knew had my suspicions on them."

"That is what I do not understand, Megadon." Horas frowned. "Those beasts vanished after that raid. Ever since then, I've been scouring the archipelago - even to foreign lands to find them. Perhaps one day I'll find out where they've been hiding. Once I do, I will enslave them all; just like I plan to do with the boy's Night Fury."

Silence fell between the two men until Horas finally spoke.

"Come, let me show you something."