Dragon Order of Flame Vol 1 Chapter 2.1

“I do not understand anything you are saying. Get out of my head immediately.”

The moment he heard that name, an almost unimaginable revulsion began to stir from every fiber of Luke’s being. But just as suddenly as it began, the feverish anger dissipated in the next moment. Strange. Luke knew he should be seeing red, but he just could not remember why. Why?!

“Ugh…!”

Luke dropped down to the bed while gripping his head in two clenched hands in an effort to draw out his memories with sheer willpower alone. But the more he tried to grasp at those elusive wisps, an insistent and piercing ache starting at the base of his skull began to magnify into a painful throb. If it was just a moment ago, he would have given up, but the name Volkar was a game changer. He needed to know why that name made him feel such burning hatred.

“Ah!”

For quite some time, he remained in that position working up a sheen of sweat trying to remember. Remember something. Anything. It was then, when he thought he would never remember, that a feeling much like the bursting of a dam overwhelmed him. He knew.

He knew the name Volkar. He knew who the name belonged to. And he knew the reason for his revulsion.

“Volkar! How is it that you are speaking so freely in my head? What sorcery is this? I should be dead! Have you cast some sort of evil spell to trap my soul?! Is that what it is?”

Dragons, known as the Guardians of the physical world, were supposed to stand watch but Volkar instead had unleashed a devastation upon humankind.

It was because of Volkar that Luke had not only lost Grayson, a beloved mentor, but also two women he loved one after the other. This unbearable loss left Luke no choice but to risk his life in an ill-matched attempt to kill the powerful dragon. But he had failed. He had failed himself and the three most important people who had ever entered his life.

How is it that he was not dead? How is it that he awoke to find himself in an eerily familiar room with Volkar chattering about in his head?

Volkar answered with light annoyance tinged in his voice.

“Stupid human. You are well and breathing but you still cannot believe you are alive?”

“Do not try to trick me with your words. Do you think I am ignorant of all the ways magic can be used? I know there are any number of spells that can be cast to manipulate a person’s dreams or even shatter one’s sanity beyond recognition. And there is no f.u.c.king way a dragon such as yourself cannot cast them, yet alone not know of their existence.”

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At the face of such a logical argument, Volkar remained silent while Luke frowned at a sudden foreign emotion niggling his consciousness. No matter how he looked at it, this unnatural and alien feeling could not be his own. It almost felt as if someone invaded his mind and accidentally left behind some of their own emotions. Then he realized what it was…or to be more specific – who it was.

“Telepathy? Are you using telepathy on me?”

Telepathy magic was often used in battle to tie in the consciousness of fellow comrades, allowing them instant access to streams of raw emotion and thought. This naked access of unsuppressed emotion felt exactly like telepathy.

After a brief pause Volkar spoke.

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“So this isn’t telepathy…?”

“You are a piece of work. But from your tone I guess I can only take what you are saying to be the truth.”

At Luke’s words, Volkar immediately responded.

“Your f.u.c.king soul…is in…MY body..?”

Luke felt his skin crawl all over. To think that the soul of his nemesis was residing in HIS body! Without his permission!

At the same time, however, Luke knew Volkar was speaking the truth. He could not explain how he knew it was true. He just did.

The moment Luke came to accept this, a sudden thought came to him. Volkar would have panicked if he was privy to this little revelation.

‘I guess the only solution now is to commit suicide. I would need to do it pretty fast if I do not want him finding out and doing anything to prevent it…’

As Luke took the notion and began mulling it over into a real possibility, Volkar interrupted his thoughts.

“Rather than a generous nature, is it not that you just have nothing better to do than hear yourself speak?”

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“What kind of game are you playing at? I am in no mood for riddles.”

“I do. They are trusted with the task as ancient watchmen between the Underworld and our world, pledged to watch over the cracks between dimensions so that none can invade this world. But this is not to protect us – which has led to countless confrontation between dragons and humankind. But I can also say this much, there has never in history been any dragon who has killed so much of our kind as you have Volkar.”