A Dragon’s Life: Ch27 (Finale)


It had been a few months since the broadcast. I was next to Seath at the moment. She hadn’t woken up once since I left her.

Then Seath appeared next to me. The illusion had normal eyes now.

‘Hi, Rebel.’ She said.

‘Hi.’ I replied, and continued looking at the body of Seath. She sat down next to me. I knew she was an illusion of Seath. But I somehow knew the real Seath won’t wake up now.

‘Rebel…’ the illusion said.

‘What?’ I asked.

‘Day, Lyvx, Olin, Kestel, Obess, and the others have forgiven you. They decided to accept you back.’

‘And? You’re not done there, are you?’

‘Yes… Can you… can you kill me? The world’s constant pain, and I want to go to the other side now.’

I was stunned, but soon said: ‘But that’ll be more killing. You finally have all accepted me, but what if you turn against me again? And, you’re my friend and lover, Seath. I can’t do that!’

Seath sighed. ‘That won’t happen, Rebel. We are all illusions, you know, It doesn’t matter if we actually accept you or not. We aren’t even ghosts. The real ones you love are waiting for you on the other side with open arms. And the corrupted are in hell, paying for their faults. But I’m not even dead, Rebel. While my soul is, my body isn’t, and the pain of my body still reaches me. It’s painful, Rebel. Please, let me go.’

‘But… but you’re an illusion, Seath, How do I know it’s you that’s speaking?’ I said. I really didn’t want to end her. She was all I had left. Dead or not, she was the last dragon I had left.

‘Please, Rebel. I’m begging you. Please, release me. Release me from this world.’ She said, and for once, she looked helpless.

‘Just… just give me some time. I need to process this.’ I replied, and sighed. Do I really have to kill Seath? It’s been almost 3 years now. And she did look helpless. But did I really have to?

Or is it because of my own will that I’m not killing her?

I sighed, again. Kill her, and I’d have no one left. Absolutely no one. Not kill her, and Seath’ll be continuously tortured, being neither dead or alive.

I sighed again, and stood up. I walked over to Seath’s bed.

‘I’m sorry, Seath. Whether it was you or not, I think you’re right. It’s not right to leave and watch a loved one get tortured. I’m sorry.’ And with that, I pulled the artificial respirator off of Seath. Her chest stopped rising and falling, and she peacefully died.

I just looked at her. My loved one and life-friend had died now. I had no one left.

No one.

The computer made a constant beeping sound as Seath’s heart stopped beating. I turned it off, and pulled the sheets over her head, and walked out of the room.

I climbed in my jeep and drove. The protest has gone up like wildfire and war had stopped. Former generals and commanders were on the run except for the uncorrupted and already arrested.

All was going well.

I turned back and pulled out a whisky bottle. I opened it, and drank.

And I was left alone.


I stopped the jeep at a cliff, and drank the whole bottle if whisky. I pulled out my phone and turned on the news. Negotiations with the northerners were ongoing.

Everything was going well. At this rate, peace with the northerners will be achieved soon

I climbed out id the jeep, and got over the guardrail, and sat at the edge of the cliff, with another bottle of whisky in my claws.

I was alone. All my loved ones were on the other side.

Another car pulled up behind my jeep.

‘Hey.’ Beasie said, sitting down next to me.

‘Hey.’ I replied, quietly.

‘So… how’s things?’ he asked. ‘By the way, we have a new job for you. And you’re now the leader of Oklad. The previous leader stepped down, and named you as the next leader. Congratulations!’ he said, enthusiastically.

I didn’t reply.

‘Something wrong?’ Beasie asked, concerned.

‘No… nothing. Beasie, you be the leader of Oklad. I’m leaving. Leaving Oklad.’ I said, having another drink from my bottle. Then I passed it to Beasie. He accepted it, and drank a sip from it.

‘Why?’ he asked.

‘This world has no meanings to me. Not anymore. All my people are on the other side. I’m going to them.’

‘But… but you the best if Oklad! The best assassin! Doesn’t that mean anything to you?’ he asked, shocked. ‘Like, if it was me, it’ll mean a hell lot!’

‘And with me gone, you’ll truly be the best. But that’s not my point. I have no point in living anymore, Beasie. I’ve achieved what I was aiming for, which was to stop the war, and I have no one left now. Nor anymore goals that I could or want to achieve. I’m following my people, Beasie. I want to. That’s my last wish. Please, Beasie, accept the leadership and lead Oklad to good.

He stoop up. He looked at me with sorrow eyes, and turned and walked back to his car. ‘I will, partner.’ He said, walking away. ‘And good bye.’ The the car started, and he drove away.

I looked at the ocean in front if me, and drained the whisky bottle. I saw Seath and my people over the horizon.

‘Let’s meet on the other side, everyone’ I said to myself, and jumped down the cliff, into the water.

I saw darkness. Then light. Then Seath.

‘Rebel!’ she yelled as she ran to me.


A Dragon’s Life: Ch26


I looked at my plan one final time, checking for any flaws or errors. There didn’t seem to be any. I folded up the paper, checked my .45 and knives, and climbed into the jeep.

One final ride.

I already had the president and commanders on our side and the commander of the northern side, bound and gagged in the back of my jeep. Now I only needed the president of the northerners.

I started the jeep, and started to drive. The northern territory was unfamiliar to me, but that didn’t stop me from finding the commander of them. So how hard can it be to find their president? Simply find the most guarded place, and there’s the president.

I turned the handle, and the jeep turned right. I headed towards the president’s mansion.

Of course, there were guards in the entrance.

‘Halt!’ one dragon shouted. I slowed down the jeep, and finally stopped in front of the inspection booth.

‘Inquiry?’ the dragon asked, walking up to my jeep.

‘To stop the war.’ I replied, in a I-don’t-care voice.

‘Huh?’ the dragons asked, confused. ‘Don’t mess with me, soldier!’

‘I’m not a soldier.’ I replied. ‘Not anymore.’

The dragon walked up to my jeep’s window. ‘What are you talking about?’ he askes. ‘Don’t you know that this place is top security? If you don’t have a reason to come here, then go away! This is the military!’

I sighed. ‘Look, lad.’ I said. ‘I’m not even from your country. But I can say one thing for sure. I can stop the war, and you’d better help me , or get out of the way. I’m going to stop the war, with or without you.’

The guard laughed. ‘And how do you intend to do so? You alone can’t do that. Not without the commanders dead.’

I opened the jeep door, and stepped out of the jeep. I walked to the back of the jeep. The guard stopped laughing and followed me with suspicious eyes.

I opened the trunk of the jeep.

The guard gasped. More guards came because of the gasp. They all got shocked as well. Then they raised their guns and aimed at me.

‘Release the commander!’ one shouted. ‘And claws behind your head!’

I sighed. ‘Really?’ I asked. ‘Really? You want the war to continue? And do you really want to fight against me? I already got the commander. And you know, it wouldn’t have been easy, right? But I did it. So, do you really want the war to continue and to fight me?’

They froze while I was saying that. Then one of them loweted his gun. ‘No.’ He said.

‘What are you doing? That’s treachery!’ Another guard yelled at him, still aiming at me

‘Do you want the war?’ the guard who lowered his gun shot back. ‘I sure as hell don’t. I’ve already lost enough family members. I don’t want to lose anymore.’

They froze, thinking at that word. The guard continued to speak. ‘And, by the looks of it, he captured all 3 of them by himself. That mustn’t have been easy. Do you really want to challenge him? I say not.’

One by one, the guards lowered their guns. They then went to the inspection booth, and raised the pole that was blocking my jeep.

‘Thank you.’ I said, to them all. I’ll be sure to stop the war.’

To my surprise, one of them started clapping. Then they all started clapping. The one who started clapping said: ‘I honor your braveness. Please, do stop the war. We believe in you.’

I got stunned, then nodded my head. ‘I’ll make sure to.’ I closed the trunk, with the president and commanders protesting against me, and climbed into the jeep, started it, and headed into the mansion.

Once I was in, I parked the jeep in front of the front door, and climbed out. Seath appeared next to me.

‘Well, seems like you used words for a change.’ She said, eyes less reddened, but still red.

‘Yeah.’ I said, and closed the door of the jeep. Seath disappeared again.

I approached the front door, and the guards guarding it.

‘Sir.’ One of them said. ‘Is it true that you have captured yours and our commander and come here to stop the war?’

I got confused for a second, and the guard noticed it. ‘The guards at the inspection booth radioed us, if that’s what you’re wondering about. We’re all tired of the war. So, is it true?’ he asked.

‘Yes.’ I replied.

‘You may enter, sir. We have cleared the route for you. The president’s up on the second floor, in the room right in front of the staircase. Stop the war, please. You shouldn’t meet any obstacle as we radioed everyone and they all cleared out.’

‘Th…thanks.’I stuttered. All of a sudden, everything was starting to go well. After all those killings and deaths, suddenly everything was going well.

I entered the mansion, and went up the staircase. There was a door right in front of me.

I opened it.

There was the president, sitting in front of the desk.

‘Who are you?’

‘Since you’re going to die, I’ll tell you. I’m Rebel.’ I replied, and pulled out my .45 and pointed it at him. ‘Back against the wall. Now.’

The president shook, and backed up against the wall with his claws in the air.’

‘face the wall. Now!’

And he faced the wall. I pulled out a zip-tie from my pocket and tied his claws. I also pulled out a cloth and gagged him. Then I hit him in the head with the butt of my pistol. He went unconscious and slopped down on the floor.

I pulled out a chair, and sat him down on it, and tied him around the chair. I went down the staircase, and pulled each bound and gagged dragons onto their feet, and tied them each to an individual chair.

Then I went out of the room and found a guard/soldier. ‘Do you have any broadcasting equipments here?’ I asked.

‘We do, Sir.’ He answered. ‘Shall we carry them to the president’s office?’

‘If you please, yes.’ I replied, and went back up to the room. I started to line up the bound dragons, ungagged them, and woke up the northerner’s president with some cold water.

He woke up with a start. ‘What do you want?’ he asked.

‘A few answers from you.’ I replied, and pulled out my phone and started to record, unknown to any of the presidents or commanders.


‘Why did you attack us? Answer, you, and you.! I said, pointing at the northern commander and the president.

‘Because we wanted more land. Because we wanted wealth.’ The president said. The commander remained silent.

‘And?’ I said, as I looked at the commander.

‘I aint telling you shit.’ He said, as he spat at my feet. I boiled in anger. At that exact moment, broadcasting equipments started to come in.

‘Thank you.’ I said. ‘Can you override every signal?’ I asked, hoping that they could.

‘What? The TV signal, sir?’ one asked.

‘The TV, radio, cellphone, everything.’ I replied. ‘Every signal there is.’

‘I believe we can, sir. But it’ll take a bit of time. Can you wait, sir?’ he asked.

‘Sure.’ I replied. ‘Thank you.’

‘You bastards!’ the northern commander cried out. ‘You dare listen to him? And disobey me? You’re all dead! Dead!’ he shouted.

But the guards/soldiers didn’t back down. ‘We want the war to be stopped. Everyone wants it to be stopped. If it means our life, so be it. But we aren’t listening to you anymore.’ One said, looking at the commander in the eye.

Then another, working on the equipment said: ‘It’s done, Sir. Once you press this button, it starts broadcasting and overriding every signal there is.’

I said my thanks, and took the button in my claws. The guards backed up, near the door and windows.

I pressed the button. All the cameras and mics started working. A guard behind the equipments made an o shape with with his claws, indicating that everything was working.

‘Hello.’ I said, looking at the camera. ‘I’m here to stop the war. So, everyone, whether a soldier or not, whether in a battlefield or not, please listen. I’m Rebel, the leader of the rebels in the army and the southern protesters.’ I said, and pulled my hood down, revealing my face. ‘And here, we have the presidents of both sides, and the commanders of both sides, who are responsible for the war.’ Then I looked at the northern president and the northern commander. ‘Please, will you explain why you invaded us?’

Both remained silent.

‘You’d better start speaking. Me and the audience is getting impatient.’

Finally, the president opened his mouth. He hung his head as he said: ‘For land and wealth.’ But the commander didn’t speak at all. Instead, he spat again at my feet.

‘All right. If that’s your choice.’ I said, and pulled out my .45, and shot him at his feet. He screamed as blood started to pool down at his feet.

‘Let’s be peaceful here, shall we?’ I said as I put my .45 back in the holster. ‘Now, let’s ask again. Why did you attack us?’

‘Just as he said! For wealth and land!’ He said, quickly.

‘Now that’s better. Did you know about the corruption of the army and that you kept killing innocent dragons?’

He didn’t answer again. I got my .45 out again and shot him in the leg this time. He screamed, and the guards at the back shrank away. ‘I knew! I knew!’ He screamed.

I turned towards the camera. ‘He knew. Now shall we find out if he was a part of it?’ and turned back towards the commander. ‘Commander, did you take part in it? And let’s be cooperative, shall we? Or do I have to shoot you again?’ Blood was starting to pool down at his feet. I signaled one of the guards and he came forwards and bandaged his leg temporarily. He hung his head and didn’t speak. My hands went to my pistol again. But just before I was about to shoot him, he shouted ‘Yes! Yes! I was a part of it!’ Quickly, and looked at me with fearful eyes. I turned towards the other northerner and the southerners. ‘Did you as well?’

They didn’t answer. I sighed, and pulled out 3 knives, and threw it at their arms. They all screamed in pain, qnd blood started to drop down from them as well.


‘I was! I was! Please don’t hurt me! I’ll tell you anything! Please, no more!’ pleaded the southern president.

‘Start talking.’ I said.

‘We knew about the corruption. We knew that we were pushing soldiers to and endless death pit. We knew about all of them. We knew that the war didn’t have any meanings. If it had, it was lost a long time ago. Now the war’s just for making the authority’s pockets full.’ He said. ‘Please, I said everything I knew. Please don’t hurt me anymore.’

I looked at the camera. ‘You all heard that, right? The war has no meanings. It only kills off dragons and fills the pockets of the authorities. So please, stop the war. Everyone’s lost someone. I, personally have lost everyone. It’s time to forgive. It’s time to forget. If this war continues, it’ll only make more innocent dragons die. Please, stop fighting.’ I said. Then I turned towards the 4 dragons. ‘And as the these dragons…’ I pulled out my .45 and was about to shoot them in the head, but changed my mind. ‘I leave them in your hands.’ I said to the camera.

I pressed the button again, and the broadcast went dead.

A Dragon’s Life: Ch25





I opened my eyes. Fire surrounded me. Smoke filled the air. I coughed. Everywhere I saw, smoke filled the air.

‘Murderer.’ I heard a voice say.

‘Who are you?’ I yelled into the smoke.

‘A dragon you killed.’ The voice answered.

‘Where am I? Why am I here?’

‘You’re in hell. You’re a murderer. You deserve this.’

‘Get me out of here!’



‘Think of all the dragons you killed. Why should I let you out of here?’

‘They were all wrong! They left the others to die! The soldiers! They were their responsibility! I helped them! I helped the soldiers by killing the corrupted! I did nothing wrong! You, were wrong!’

‘And who are you to judge me?’ the voice asked, angrily.

‘Then who are ‘you’ to judge ‘me’? Get me out of here!’ I yelled back, hotly. ‘For all I know, ‘you’ were corrupted as well! For all I know, ‘you’ didn’t care for others! So, who are ‘you’ to judge me?’

‘Did you ever think of it as fate? As the soldiers’ fate to die? Did you ever thibk of it that way?’ the voice asked, still angry.

‘No! You left them to die! For your own wealth! That’s not fate! That’s death caused by irresponsibility!’

‘No!’ the voice boomed. ‘It’s their fate! They, are only soldiers! We, the dragons you killed, are generals and commanders! If you feel so bad, feel bad for the soldiers!’ for not being either one of those I mentioned!’

‘Fuck you!’ I yelled back. ‘Fuck you and your nonsense! Everyone deserves to live! You’re not sitting on them when you act like that! Even if you acted right, no one should use other’s deaths for their profit!’

‘No! You, are wrong!’ the voice boomed back.

I had no intention of losing. Not against this nonsence. ‘Fuck you! You are wrong! Fuck you and your bullshit!’ I yelled back.

‘Burn I hell.’ The voice snarled, and the fire suddenely rose up and started to close in.

I couldn’t breathe because of the smoke. I coughed. The fire kept closing in. Soon, the fire was right next to me. At first, I couldn’t feel because of my scales. But soon, I felt it, as my scales started heating up and burning up my skin beneath. I screamed. But the fire consumed me. I couldn’t see. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t do anything. The world was consumed in fire.

I breathed in hoarsely, and shot up from my bed. I quickly looked at my scales and claws. Nothing was burnt. My breathing slowed down as I looked around.

‘Had a bad dream, huh?’ Seath said, venomously, still with red eyes. ‘Nothing less than you deserve.’

My breath got stuck. I suddenly couldn’t breathe. Her words struck me like spear. Finally, I whispered: ‘Why…why are you doing this to me?’

‘Because you’re a murderer. Because you killed us.’

‘But I didn’t kill you!’ I exclaimed. ‘Seath, I didn’t kill you!’

‘You did.’ Seath replied. ‘You did. And them as well.’ And more dragons stood out from the group.

Kestel, my math teacher. Obess, my friend. Neon, my dad. Livx, my mom. Olin, my army friend. And more. And more. And more.

All the dragons I knew. All the dragons who believed in me. All the dragons who I believed in. And they were all staring at me with reddened eyes.

‘No no no this isn’t happening!’ I said to myself, grabbibg my head. ‘This isn’t happening!’

‘Yes, yes it is.’ Seath said, walking up to me. ‘And it’s damn less than what you deserve.’

‘No! What I did was for the good of all! I didn’t do for this! I don’t deserve this!’

‘Yes, you do. You killed numerous dragons.’ She suddenely changed into numerous dragons I killed. ‘For the good or not, you still caused pain.’ And with that, all the dragons I knew started to walk towards me.

Then they stopped. They stopped 3 feet away from me.

Then my dad stepped forward.

‘Rebel…’ He started. ‘I believed in you. ‘We’ believed in you. Every time you killed a general or a commander, we believed that you would stop. That you would… that you would accept the fate. Accept the fate of the soldiers. But you didn’t. You kept killing. Maybe it’s our fate to accept that you’re a killer. So we’re running away. We’re leaving. Good bye, Rebel. I can’t have a killer as my son. Your mom can’t have a killer as a son. Kestel can’t have a killer as her student. Obess, Olin can’t have you as a friend. We’re not accepting it. So we decided to erase you. Erase you from our past. So good bye, Rebel. This is the end.’

And with that they all turned away from me and started to face away.

‘No, No! No! Don’t go! No!!!’ I yelled, and tried to grab them. But my claws met nothing and just went through them.

They faded away even more. I tried to grab them, tears flowing down my face. But I couldn’t. Finally, they only had outlines visible. Then they were gone.

I cried. I cried and cried.

I reached for my .45. My claws hooked into the trigger. And I pressed the .45 against my head.

But I didn’t pull the trigger.

If I die, I’d go to hell and I would have no one anyways. What difference did it make? I already had no one here as well. Why not remain here and make others happy?

So why kill myself?

My sadness turned into anger.

I would kill whoever it was who cause me this pain.

A Dragon’s Life: Ch24


I stopped the jeep.

I just stared.

My house was in ruins. Not much of the roof was left. Bare metals were rusting down, and walls were peeling off.

‘So this is what happens when your house gets bombed.’ I thought. I stepped out of the jeep, and sipped the beer I had in my claws. I stepped closer to the house. I went through where the door would’ve stood, and looked around.

It was a mess.

Furniture’s were broken, walls had cracks in it, and most of the stuff were raided. I sighed, and took another sip of beer. I went to the main bedroom, which was my parent’s, and looked around. Not much was left. Half of the stuff were stolen, and what was left were broken and useless. I silently came out and closed the door behind me.

I flew up to the second floor, and opened the door to my room. It was a mess as well. But at least the bed was still there, though it was covered in dust.

I swept out the dust with my claws, then slept on it.


‘You’re a murderer.’ One voice said.

‘You’re a murderer.’ Another voice said.

‘What about our families? Did they deserve what you did?’ yet another voice said.

‘You deserved it! You left the soldiers to die! You were all corrupt!’ I yelled into the darkness.

‘Yeah, we were corrupt. But what gives you the right to kill us? What gives you the right to bring justice?’ one asked.

‘Because I’m going to stop the war!’ I yelled back.

‘And what does that have to do with us? If we don’t care about the soldiers, then the war’ll eventually end by itself, right? So why did you kill us?’ Yet another voice, from somewhere else asked.

‘Because you’re all corrupt! Do lives matter nothing to you?’ I yelled back in the direction.

‘Ironic that that word comes from your mouth. Then, do our lives matter nothing to you?’ One asked, from yet another direction.

‘If that means saving the lives of soldiers, then yes!’ I yelled back.

‘And how does that done so?’ A voice asked, right behind me.

I whirred around. There was no one but the cold wind. A chill ran up my spine.

‘By killing you, your soldiers will be transferred to the hands of a more responsible officer!’ I yelled back, a bit shakily.

‘And how does that directly aid the soldiers? Aren’t they going to die anyways by the enemies?’

‘But it’ll still be better than being in your hands! At least they have better chance of surviving!’

‘Chance? Is that what you’re betting on? Is that the reason you killed us?’

I froze. But I still had to win over. ‘Yes! I’m betting on chance. I’m betting on chances over you. And yes, that is the reason I killed you, though not the only reason.’

‘Well, except for our corruption and your stupid bet on chances, why did you kill us?’ they asked, from all directions, angrily.

‘That’s all!’ I yelled back, angrily. ‘That’s all the reason there is!’

‘You’re a murderer.’ One voice said, hatedly. ‘You’re worse than us.’

‘You’re a murderer.’ Another voice said, from another direction.

‘You’re a murderer.’ Yet another voice said.

I couldn’t say anything.

‘You’re a murderer.’ The voices kept saying. ‘You’re a murderer.’ ‘You’re a murderer.’ ‘You’re a murderer.’ The voices said, from all directions.

I woke up sweating. Voices still rang in my ears.

‘You’re a murderer.’ A voice said.

I whirred around towards the source. A general I killed was there, with red eyes. I rushed forwards to kill him, but my knife just went through him, meeting nothing. ‘You’re a murderer.’ He said again.

‘You’re a murderer.’ Another voice said. I saw yet another dragon, saying it. I tried to kill her as well, but my knife yet again met nothing.

Then Seath appeared.

‘Rebel…Rebel… Why did you become a murderer?’ she said, crying, her back turned on me.

I froze. ‘I…I…’ I couldn’t speak. I just simply couldn’t.

‘Rebel…You’re a murderer…’ Seath whispered. I dropped my gaze. I just couldn’t reply. Then she turned towards me. She had red eyes as well.

‘YOU’RE A MURDERER!’ she yelled in my face.

I was shocked. Is that what Seath really thought of me? ‘I’m sorry, Seath.’ I whispered, and tried to kill her. The knife wenth through her neck, meeting nothing as well. She sneered.

‘Oh, now you want to kill me? Get rid of me? You’re a real murderer, aren’t you? I’m ashamed of you. I’m ashamed of being your lover! I’m ashamed of even knowing you!’ she screeched in my face.

I ran. I ran out of the house. I had to get out. I needed to escape. I climbed into my jeep and dug through my bag.

‘Run, you coward! Run!’ I heard Seath yelling, and saw her coming towards me. I dug through my bag furiously. I found a can of beer and started to drink. I needed to escape.

Seath was right out of my jeep. ‘Murderer.’ She said, looking at me with red eyes, pupils and whites all reddened. ‘Murderer.’

Then more dragons joined. They surrounded my jeep. ‘Murderer.’ They all chanted. ‘Murderer.’

I needed to escape. I opened the 5th can, and drank it down. I started to stop hearing around my surroundings. I felt better. But just in case, I opened the 6th can and drank it as well. Now I couldn’t hear anything but my own labored breaths.

I had escaped. But now I was out of alcohol.

I started the jeep, and started to go to the nearby opened store. It was hard to fine one as the town waa literally a ghost town. Meanwhile, Seath and the dragons followed my jeep, no matter what speed I was driving at.

When I finally found an open store, I turned my car off, refueled it. While the car was refueling, I walked into the store and bought a crate of whisky. I hauled it to the back of my jeep, and loaded it. Seath and the dead dragons were watching me from a distance, probably still chanting the word ‘murderer’. But I couldn’t hear them. Nor did I want to hear them.

I drove back, and Seath and the dead still followed. It was a miracle I did not crash yet. I swerved all over the road, and passing cars honked at me.

I reached my house, and unloaded the crate of whisky. I started to hear the word ‘Murderer’ again, so I got a whisky out and started to drink till I couldn’t hear them again. I took the crate up to my room, and closed the door, leaving Seath and the dead out. Better with them out of my head than in with me.

I opened my drawer, and pulled out a notebook and pen. I wrote all the information I knew on it. The guys I killed, the info I heard, the info the generals and commanders spilled before they were dead… and I also wrote down who should die. The president… the commander on the very top… all the corrupted lower generals and commanders… the commander on the very top on the northern side…. The president of the northerners… the generals and commanders of the northerners…

The list went on and on. But I shortened it down to a few major dragons. The presidents on both sides, and the top commanders of both sides as well as their assistants.

‘Planning on more murder, I see.’ Seath said, from my right. ‘Murderer.’ She said, in a venomous voice.

I quickly gathered the paper and turned around. Dead dragons were closing in. And Seath was already on my side. All of them with reddened eyes.

I needed alcohol. I put the paper in my pocket, and rushed to the bottles of whisky. I had to escape these voices and figures.

‘Yeah. Run. Run away again, coward. Never face your crimes.’ Seath said, sarcasm flowing off her voice. ‘Coward’

‘Coward.’ The dead chanted. ‘murderer and a coward.’

I gulped down the whisky, and the voice faded again.

But also mu consciousness.

A Dragon’s Life: Ch23


I held my head in my hands. Seath just had a convulsion. Her heartbeats got irregular, and her wings and arms and legs shook. Doctors were called in a hurry, and now I was outside her room, waiting for some news from the doctor.

The door opened, and a group of doctors came out. One of them stopped in front of me.

‘Sir, and Mr. and Mrs. Del.’ He addressed us. ‘I got some good news and some bad news.’

Day and Poiy stood up. ‘Is she better? What caused her convulsion? Is it all over?’ They asked, pouring the doctor with questions. But the doctor kept his calm.

‘We don’t know if it’s over, but we do know the cause. As for her beings, you’ll have to listen to the whole story.’ He said.

‘So tell us then! Tell me!’ Poiy said, grabbing the doctor’s shirt. ‘How is she?!’

‘She suffers from brain damage. I’m sorry, ma’am. It’s something we did not expect or check. And because of her brain damage, her chance of getting up has gone slim to none.’

Poiy looked stunned, then fell to her knees, and tugged on the doctor’s shirt, crying. ‘Please, please help her! Please save her!’ She pleaded, crying. Day looked stunned. He looked distant, seeing nothing.

The world spun around me. So seath might not wake up again. She might have a convulsion again. She probably will be trapped in herself, not being able to do anything.

Because of me.

I stood up, and walked over to Poiy and carefully pulled her back. She cried, and hugged me. Day came and joined as well.

‘I’m sorry.’ I said, to both of them. I’m sorry for everything. I’m sorry.’

Poiy hugged me harder while Day still looked distant. I silently departed from Day and Poiy and looked at the sky.

The sky looked so clear.

I sighed. But the sigh didn’t help me. There was a giant rock in the base of my heart, and it had no intention of moving.

‘I’ll let you have some personal time.’ I said to Day, and he nodded blindly. While I acted like I was going to let them have some personal time, I was planning to stop the war, but Day and Poiy couldn’t know about it. Not after Seath’s news. I took the elevator, went into the underground parking lot, and started the jeep I got from an army base.

I lit up a cigarette, hoping that it’ll relieve me of some stress.

It didn’t. I sighed and threw away the stud of the cigarette.

‘Might as well stop smoking.’ I thought. ‘It was bad for my health anyways. Guess I’ll have to find another way out.’ And with that, I drove the jeep out of the parking lot, after dumping the left pack of cigarettes in the trash.

Once I was out, I went to a nearby store to get some beer. ‘Maybe this would help.’ I thought. ‘This is natural food, so it’ll probably be better than cigarette anyways.’

I bought a whole pack of them, got out of the store, and climbed into the jeep. I opened a can, and started to drink.


She meant a lot to me. Just the name itself had a huge meaning to me. Friend…lover… it brought back memories. Memories of her laughing, memories of her running to catch me, memories of her scowling at me…

Memories of her.

A tear rolled down my face. I wiped if off. More started to flow. I tried to wipe them down. I couldn’t. There were too much.

-And I may not be able to see her awake again.

I drank. I tried to forget everything. I tried to drown my sorrows.

-And I was the reason for Seath’s suicide attempt.

I popped opened the second can. I drank without stopping and drank it all in one shot. The world started to get a bit blurry. But I could still think straight. I didn’t like it.

-I was the reason.

I popped one more open. I had to escape. I started drinking before I broke down crying on the steering wheel.

‘I’m sorry, Seath… I’m sorry! But why did you do that? You were all I had left! And you try to kill yourself? Why would you do that?’ I shouted, punching the steering wheel. I was in rage. How. How could she even attempt to do such a thing? Why had Seath gone so unreasonable? Why?


I opened yet another can. I simply couldn’t deal with it. I didn’t want to deal with it. I had no one left, and I didn’t want to accept it.

I drank, and emptied the can.

I opened another. I drank it half way.

I had no one left. No one.

No one.

Why was my life such a pain? Why did I have to go through all this pain? What did I do wrong? Shouldn’t I be rewarded instead? I tried to stop the war. I killed over a hundred of corrupt dragons in an attempt to stop the war. But what did I get instead?

All the dead faces lingering inside my head, and the almost confirmed death of my lover and friend, who was the only dragon I had left.

Why did I deserve this?

I drank the rest of the can, then crushed it in my claws. I threw it in the back of the jeep with the rest of the empty cans.

I sighed. I put the gear into drive and started to drive. The world was spinning a bit.

A driver in my back honked. Who the fuck was he to honk at me? I gave the driver a middle claw and continued to drive.

‘Where had all this misery started from?’ I thought.

‘From Seath.’ Another voice in my mind answered.

‘And why had Seath tried to suicide?’ Asked, then answered it myself. ‘Because of me. Because she believed I was dead. So why did she believe I was dead?’ I asked.

‘Because you were shot.’ The voice answered.

I took another can and gulped half of it down. ‘And why was I shot?’

‘Because the soldiers were ordered to.’

‘And the soldiers are related to..?’

‘The war.

‘And what did I try to do with the war?’

‘To stop it.’

‘And what did I get from the war?’ I asked, then thought ‘Misery, Despair, Loss.’ Clenching my teeth.

‘So why did the war start?’ asked the voice inside my head.

‘Because of the northerners.’ I replied.

‘And why doesn’t it end?’


‘But is it because of the generals?’

‘Probably. After all, they ordered the soldiers to shoot me and they are the ones corrupt.’

‘Then why don’t you end it?’ the voice suggested.

‘I tried. I killed more than a hundred dragons to achieve that. It doesn’t work.’ I replied, angrily.

‘No, no. All you’ve done is to end the lives of the lower generals. Why not end the guy on the very top? The whole organization will fall down then.’

I froze. It was actually a good idea, though it was probably a suicide attempt to do so. I wouldn’t have to end every single dragons who are corrupt. If the head was down, then they would all fall down by themselves.

The car in front of me braked. Me, being drunk and distracted, braked at the last second possible. The car behind me honked in alarm. But I didn’t care. I just got a way to end the war.

I smiled, even though I knew it would not be easy. If I pull this off, we’d all be free of the war.

I drank another gulp from the can, and turned the jeep, headed to my old, broken down home.

I was going to need a plan, and I was going to do it alone.

A Dragon’s Life: Ch22


Blood dropped from my hidden blades. This was the 5th general/commander I killed today. And many more were dead by my hands, like the soldiers of the generals.

But I didn’t care.

I wanted the war to stop. And if it had to go by this way, so be it. I have gave them more than enough chance. And I was going to end this. Either I get ended, or the government gets ended. It’ going to be either them or me.

I walked over the corpses and went into the garage. I grabbed a jerry can full of gasoline from a jeep and poured it over the dead dragons. Then I lit up a cigarette, and drew a deep breath from it.

I started smoking. Like I said, I stopped to care anymore. I didn’t care. I didn’t want to care. And smoking helped me relieve the stress. Even though I said I don’t care anymore, I still saw the dead’s faces. And smoking helped me get rid of them. It also helped me get tipsy. I simply couldn’t do mass murders with me wide-awake. But when I was tipsy, it helped me to do so as I wouldn’t think as straight.

I drew another deep breath. The cigarette was a strong one. It had lots of nicotine and tar and smoke. But that’s why I chose this one.

‘It’s funny.’ I thought. ‘Who knew I’d be smoking at the age of 22? I hated smokes when I was young. I like them. I know this is not healthy. I know this hurts me from the inside. But how could I stop the war if I couldn’t shake off the guilts? This helps. This helps mentally.’ I thought to myself, justifying myself.

I drew yet another deep breath, and threw the left stud of the cigar into the gasoline. The gasoline instantly lit on fire, burning the corpses. I felt better thanks to the cigarette, as I could shake off some of the guilt. I have nearly killed 70 dragons today, and no matter how corrupt and bad they were, it still stung me with guilt.

I walked away from the corpses and the fire. I was going to have to kill more for the war to end. ‘It’s a wonder how much dragons could be corrupt and bad.’ I thought. No matter how much I kill, there’s still more. ‘But don’t worry, Rebel.’ I said to myself. ‘It’ll end one way or the other.’

I took one of the jeeps and started towards another army base. The one I’m in will be surrounded in fire in a few hours, like the other 4 army bases I destroyed today.

I drove. I drove and drove. While I was driving, more protesters died in my mind, and that made me speed.

I took another cigarette, and lit it. I drew another breath. I didn’t smell innocent on me anymore. I smelled like smokes and blood and death. I had changed.

And I didn’t like it.

But what had to be done had to be done. It was either me or the government. And j would finish what I had started. And I would win.

Even if it took all of me to do so.

I would not let the government win. I would not let the war take over us. I would not let the corrupt rule over us.

I drew a final breath from the said cigarette and threw it away. I knew it was bad, and Seath would frown upon it, but I had to live, and I couldn’t live with all the burden the killings of soldiers and deaths the protesters made.

I sighed. I was nearing another army base. And this one had a corrupt commander as well. How many will I have to eliminate to stop the war? How many will I have to kill? And how long will I have to continue this?

I saw the garage entrance and started to speed up.

‘Halt!’ One of the guards shouted at me.

I ignored him, and sped faster towards the garage. The guard went round eyed as he saw me not slowing down and instead speeding up. He jumped to the left to evade the jeep as I rammed it into the inspection booth.

‘Bam!’ It sounded as I crashed into the inspection booth. Pain erupted from my chest, but I knew nothing had broken as I had my bag in front of me for cushioning purposes. I was dazed, but quickly recovered and jumped out of the broken jeep and started to shoot down the guards. The guards were dazed, but quickly recovered as well and quickly surrounded me.

‘Put down your weapon!’ One of the guards yelled.

‘Time to act.’ I thought, and put down my sub-machine gun on the ground. The guards surrounded me with their rifles raised, and soon one od them started to come forwards to cuff me. That was my cue.

I rushed forwards and knifed the guy in the neck, then rushed and got two more with each knives on my whist. The guards got alarmed, but couldn’t shoot me as they could accidentally shoot each other. That was why I acted and why I waited.

One by one, the guards fell down, with knife wounds on their necks, chests, and stomachs. Once they were all down, I walked to the garague, and walked down the corridor connected to it. Like an idiot, the army guys designed all the army bases in a similar fashion, and that made it easy for me to infiltrate every army base.

Knowing where to go, I turned a corner and went through the shelves. I saw another group of guards rotating, and struck them from behind.

One guard fell down as my knife entered through the back of his neck and came back out, and another did the same on the left side. I grabbed their necks to stop them falling to the ground and alerting the others, and dragged them to the nearby shelves. The group didn’t notice the two dragons missing from the group.

‘Such dumb bastards.’ I thought. ‘I can’t believe we are getting scammed and killed by these bastards.’

I struck them from behind again, in the same fashion. My knives disconnected their nerves, and made them choke in their own blood, stopping them from yelling out to alert the others.

I repeated this once more before they noticed.

‘Hey. Where are the others?’ one of them, apparently the group leader said. ‘There’s supposed to be 12. Where’s the half of us?’

‘Gone.’ I said, coming out of the shadows. ‘And you’ll be following them.’ I said, smiling wickedly, while frowning on the inside.

‘Who are you? And what do you mean by gone? Did you kill them?’ He said, slightly bewildered.

‘Ding Ding Ding! If doesn’t take a genius to find that out, does it?’ I said, sarcastically. ‘And as I said, you’ll be following them. So heads up!’ I said, and rushed forwards and got my knife between his neck. He died, wide eyed, chocking on his own blood. The other guards tried to resist, but followed the group leader soon after.

Now that the group was out of the way, there was only one corner and the last door left to go.

I met no one else and kicked opened the door. There was no one. But I knew the commander was hiding somewhere. The last 3 had been like that.

I walked around the desk, and looked under it. The commander looked at me with frightened eyes.

‘Please don’t kill me!’ He pleaded. ‘I’ll give you anything you want-anything! Please don’t kill me!’

This guy was a coward as well, and did not deserve his place. I did not speak, and just knifed him in the neck. He died, chocking on his own blood as well.

‘Sadly for you, I don’t want anything from you. I just want you dead, and the war stopped.’ I said to the now dead 6th general.

A Dragon’s Life: Ch21


I was looking at Seath. She didn’t wake up. She looked… so peaceful. It was as if she was dead. One would consider her dead if not for the rise and fall of her chest, and the constant beep from the computer.

I sighed. I put another flower in the vase next to her bed. Every time I came here, I put a flower in that vase. Now it was full, and more than half of them were dead. And she hadn’t still waken up.

It hurt my heart. I felt guilty. If only I had woken up earlier… if only I had found her earlier…

‘No. Stop it. There’s nothing that’s going to change by blaming yourself.’ I told myself.

I looked at the TV. It was as always talking about the war. But it was also talking about the protest. And us. Seath and I. The protest has got over the level where it’ll be called huge. My death and Seath’s suicide attempt had been a huge impact over the society. More and more dragons joined over the protest everyday. All trying to stop the war.

I sighed again. The situation was not good. The protesters had no leader, so the protest was a mess. And now the army was involved, as well. They shot the protesting dragons under the name of control. Everyday, I saw dragons dying, and none of those scenes were broadcasted on the radio or the TV. The government was saying that it was a riot. But they weren’t fooling anyone. Everyone knew the innocent protesters were dying. And that made more dragons join the protest everyday. And they were dying.

They were dying.

All because they wanted the war to stop. All because they protested. All because they were tired of the war.

It all filled me with rage, and more than anything, sadness. We were helpless against the guns. And we couldn’t use force as it would give the government a real reason to call the protest a riot. We were trapped. And even though I assassinated the generals and commanders who ordered the assault, it seemed like there was an endless supply of bad generals or commanders who would order yet another assault. All my hard work seemed useless against the government, and I was losing reasons to continue.

I was about to give up. It was tempting. No more loss of lives, no more headaches, no more blames on myself.

The war would end itself, or would end us. It would end one way or another.

But there were always a few things thay held me back.

Seath. The protesters who believed in me. And my second thoughts.

What would Seath think of me once she awoke and found out that I gave up?

What would the protesters think if I gave up? What about the arrested or the dead?

What would it all have been for if we stop now? What would all the dead lives mean? All the sacrifices… All the attempts… Am I really ready to dump it all away? Am I ready to take full responsibility of the loss? Am I ready to live with it?

Am I?

I slumped down on a chair. Part of me wanted to just let go. Let go of everything. Actually, more than a part of me. Most of me.

But all these thoughts held me back.

But maybe this was the time to stop. Maybe this was the time to give up. Maybe this was the time to let go.

I hated all the deaths. The hospital was always filled with the dying, or the dead. Every time there was a protest, there were gunshots, and there were dragons carried on stretchers, bleeding. And most of them died. And their families cried. Then they went to the protest themselves. Then they died.

The cycle never ended.

It was bad. And it had all started because of me.

‘No. No no no no no.’ I said to myself. I was starting to think in a bad way again. I was blaming myself again. I had to stop.

‘I’m sorry, Seath.’ I said. ‘I’m sorry. For everything. But what would you do if you’re in my shoes? No no. What could you do? I’m tired, Seath. I’m tired of everything. Tired of all the responsibilities, tired of all the deaths. Tired of not being able to make a change. I’m tired. I know I sound like an idiot. And I’m sorry, Seath. But what can I do?’

She didn’t respond.

I sighed and got up. I said my departures to Seath’s parents, and went out with mh hood on again. Seath’s parents were the obly ones besides the members of Oklad who knew I was alive. Well, them and Seath of Seath was listening to me. On my way out, I saw more dragons either bleeding or already dead on stretchers. I clenched my teeth. I felt guilty, as well as angry.

I decided something.

I was going to go on a rampage, and kill all the corrupt dragons, no matter who they were or where they were. The northern generals, or the generals on my side, or the commanders. Whichever side they were. It didn’t matter.

This had to stop.

And what did I have to lose anyways? I didn’t have any family, and I didn’t know if Seath was ever going to wake up. For all I knew, she could be in coma forever.

From now on, I was going to kill everyone involved in the corrupted war.

I didn’t care.

I didn’t want to care. All the thinking only made my head ache. I stopped caring. Or, I wanted to stop caring, and wanted all this to end.

So I was going to end it, and by my hands.

If the protest didn’t mean anything, so be it. They had their chance. And now it was my turn to answer.