Tales Of The Mighty Dragonair

Through the whole day, Arthur just stayed inside his hut and never left. He had to plan what to do, and what benefit he should stop at.

'Should I try and kill the whole camp?' he thought to himself, but he rapidly dropped this idea, 'I don't have enough time in my transformation.'

He was planning to use his dragonair form, attack the camp from above, destroying everything they had built for defending this place. There were many drawbacks to this, first of all the short duration he had in this form. He only had half an hour, a couple of minutes more or less.

The second problem was the extreme weakness state after the transformation ended. Though he could regain part of his strength in ten minutes, he wouldn't be able to do a thing if someone, like Aron the leader of this army, found him.

The third problem would be if his army would be able to use this chaos well and deal a huge blow to these enemies or not. He trusted his main mages to deal with the top mages here, but he had this vague feeling regarding the main stream of his army, his newly recruited mages from his village, would they stand the test? or run away?

This was another dilemma to solve! He planned everything from the start to be revolving around his existence, and now he was paying the price for that.

In these two weeks he could grab the youths of each conquered clan and train them to be mages, greatly increasing the numbers of his army by many folds.

'It's not the time for that, I should try to make the most I could of damage here,' he shook off these disturbing thoughts, tried to focus mainly on what really mattered.

Then it came to a real problem that he couldn't solve, the way he should fight in the dragonair form, and if that might affect his transformation time or not.

He had no way to know the answer to this question, especially when he was in the dragon from before, he was immersed in flying around, didn't even try any fighting technique of the dragonairs.

These techniques were another problem, as he first had all the techniques in his mind when he was inside that dream world, but after he exited there, his mind was blank, with nothing there to help him now.

'So, I can transform but I can't fight, what a pain!'

He wasn't that useless though, as he could use his claws and wings to devastate the camp, but he knew he would face a strong resistance and he might not be able to kill much of them. 'First things first,' he said to himself, 'I want to destroy the defenses, killing them is just a bonus.'

He had to set his priorities, realizing his current limitations, and accepting them. He also tried to know what he lacked, so he would work on it in days to come.

'Let's think rationally,' after he finished thinking about these things, he started to think about the fighting ways of a dragon, 'dragons are a water and fire creatures. My dragon can use fire, as I walk to the fire unharmed. If I can manipulate it, order the fire to spread, then it would be great,' he thought deeply about this matter.

He didn't have a clue, as when he was at the mountains, and saw the fire tongues paying tribute to him, not harming his body when he walked over and sat in their middle, he didn't have any feeling at all, no connection, no trigger or something.

This made him unable to find a clue regarding that, but he knew dragons were kings of fire, queens of water, so he had to be a king of fire and control it, even producing it inside his dragonair body.

'Argh, I really lack a good teacher,' he was frustrated about his inability to solve this problem, which was a rare occasion to him. he thought of getting out the book and try to talk to the dragon spirit there, but he knew there was also a danger of that sly master lying inside the book to attack him.

'No, being greedy won't help,' he finally eased his nerves, 'my top priority is to pave the road to my army to strike here, and thus all I have to do is to devastate this wall, bring down the four towers, and then my main mission will be completed.'

He then started to close his eyes and meditate, in the dragonair way. He really missed the usual meditation that he used to do for years, and now as he got another form of it, and time to do it, he didn't delay at all and sat on the bed, closing his eyes, and started to meditate.

He started to move his inner energy around his body. The first time he did so was when he entered that mysterious dream world, and the second time was when he sat in the middle of the fire, transforming himself into a dragon.

This time he didn't have to fight, nor transform to fight, so he calmly started to circulate his energy, around his body, trying to get a better understanding of it.

Without knowing it, night had fallen already when he opened his eyes, breathed a long cold breath away. He watched the cold breath and wondered about it.

'Shouldn't it be a fire breath?'

He was feeling strange when he noticed the darkness inside the hut. 'Night has fallen already,' he thought before finally moving from his place, opened the door of his hut, and started to examine the place outside.

The camp was quiet, with many fire pits here and there, where he saw many silhouettes sitting, drinking and eating there.

He kept observing them for quite some time, before finally entering his hut, closing the door on it.

'Something isn't right,' he thought as the vibe he got was a careless one, which seemed quite suspicious.