Home Of The Dragon Bloodline

After about four hours of rowing in a rowboat, we reached a small island in the west of the third kingdom. The island was like the island of the second epic but larger and more developed. It was surrounded by walls with weapons on them and looked even more mysterious.

Thanks to Ronk, who had informed them in advance that he was coming, we had no trouble getting in. But when it came to me, I decided to go out on the island wearing a black cloak like in the old days. I didn't want to cause any trouble or tension until I found my mother.

People here seemed wary of outsiders but they not only recognized Ronk but respected him. They understood that I was Ronk's guest but didn't know who I was. No one had ever seen my face before. When I thought about what could be the worst that could happen, Ronk said that news from outside spread fast here.

So if my face was seen, it could be revealed as soon as possible that I was a wolf descendant. I had to hide myself just in case. The people here were just as ordinary as the people outside. I didn't remember seeing a dragon descendant before but they had a lot of superpowers, like blowing fire out of your mouth. When they passed through surrounding fires, their skin was not damaged. It was interesting but also cool.

Ronk tried not to talk to anyone along the way because he was afraid that if he did, he would be asked questions about me. Our only goal was to find where my mother lived because only she could help us. Ronk knew these places well but he hadn't been here for a long time and didn't know what had changed or what had happened to her.

We walked to the house at the far end of the island. There was no one around and a simple house was right in front of us. I was sure we had arrived and I was so excited to see my mum. I don't think I had ever been so excited before. Ronk held up his hand, signaling me to stop.

"I know she hasn't seen you for a long time but I need to talk to her to make her realize that we are not enemies or wizards. You will stay here."

For a moment, I was so excited I didn't know what to do or say. "Come on, Ronk. It's been too long."

Ronk was firm in what he said. He wanted to be careful just in case there were others inside. "I told you to wait here. When I give the signal, you come in."

I had no choice but to listen to him. I had traveled this far and waited this long. What harm could it do to wait a little longer? "Yes sir," I said calmly.

Ronk knocked on the door and went straight in. I was eagerly waiting for the signal from inside. After a short time, the signal still hadn't come and I knew something was wrong when the silence was transformed by a strange tremor. Immediately afterward, with a loud shout, The door broke and Ronk was thrown out.

As Ronk glided out of the house, a large man ran towards me in a brutal way as if he saw me as his enemy. While I was thinking about what to do, Ronk quickly recovered himself and took cover in front of me, using his axe as a shield.

Ronk's aim was not to attack. On the contrary, he was trying to stop the man and calm him down. "Vargon, stop! It's me, Ronk. Get a hold of yourself."

The large man in front of Ronk recognized him after hearing his name. He stepped back and put aside his aggression. "Ronk, I thought you were dead."

"Like I said, I've been hiding. More importantly, I sent word that I was coming to you."

"Word may have got back to the town but there's been no word here for a long time. All this time you've been hiding and I see you've grown a beard so you won't be recognized."

The big man said no more and turned away carelessly. He began to walk slowly, limping towards the house as if one of his feet was badly injured. But Ronk was determined to speak. "Vargon, we are looking for Sisilya. We need to talk to her about something."

The big man suddenly stood still with his head bowed, trying to think of how to speak. But it was difficult for him to get the words out of his mouth. "Don't mention that name again and leave this place."

"Vargon, I know you're in a difficult time but…"

The big man said in a loud voice, turning to Ronk in an angry manner. "Why are you thinking about hard times now? Where have you been all this time?"

Ronk didn't like the big man's behavior and spoke in a warning manner. "Watch your tone. Remember that you are not the only ones who have been in the war. We have all suffered."

"Who do you think gave you that axe? You owe it to our bloodline just like the others."

"I didn't come here to talk about the past. Now tell me, where is your sister Sisilya?"

"You can never talk to her…"

"Vargon, our situation is serious."

The big man replied with great anger and noise, something I didn't want to hear. "SHE'S DEAD."

I heard this sentence over and over in my head. Why was this happening to me? I had wondered about my mum all the way but now I had nothing left.

Was this what it was like to be a descendant of wolves? Was it only pain and war? At that moment, I was lost in my thoughts. I didn't hear anything and was only lost in my thoughts for a short time.