Kyumin - The Formphasers: Dirge of the Dragons 8/?
Title: The Formphasers: Dirge of the Dragons
Pairing: Kyumin
Side pairings: Eunhae, Zhoury, Yunjae, Yewook, Kangteuk, Sibum
Disclaimer: If I owned DBSK and Super Junior, they would have made it big in North America already!
Summary: Three years after the unity of the canines and the felines, everything is going well. The land is prospering, the people are at peace and Kyuhyun and Sungmin couldn't be happier. Until the day they recieve word that the bears have been attacked by a force that nobody knew existed. And now, they must find a way to stop the attacks before that force can reach their kingdom. And if it does, the terrible dream that has been plaguing one of their subjects will come true. And that will mean the end of their empire.
The Formphasers: Dirge of the Dragons
Stage Eight: History of the Dragons
“JUNGSU!”
Sungmin woke up, covered in a cold sweat, panting and crying. The image of Jungsu, bloody and motionless had been burned into his dreams and haunted him as he slept.
There was movement beside him and he felt the warm arms of Kyuhyun tighten around him. He burrowed into his mate and closed his eyes, trembling as he tried to banish the vision of his mentor.
“Don’t cry, Kitten. Don’t cry. It was just a nightmare. Simply and only a nightmare. Do you wish comfort?” Kyuhyun whispered.
“It’s so hard to believe that hyung is gone. He was like a second mother to me. He taught me all he knew and he helped me get rid of my poison,” Sungmin murmured, wiping away his tears. Kyuhyun tightened his hold.
“Everybody loved Jungsu. As a mentor, a brother, a father or a lover; it didn’t matter. Everybody loved and still loves him,” Kyuhyun answered. Sungmin nodded.
“How could they not? He was caring, kind and wise. He could do everything. I have always wondered how he managed it. There were so many people who looked up to him and who he considered under his charge. In a way, he had his own kingdom to look after too,” Sungmin smiled.
“He always took such good care of everyone around him.”
“It was no wonder why we called him Angel.”
“I’ll miss him.”
“I miss him too,” Sungmin sighed. Kyuhyun’s fingers gently stroked through his hair and the younger of the two pulled him closer. Sungmin’s fingers curled on his loose nightshirt.
Faint birdsong rose from the window outside. Sungmin turned in the embrace to see soft light pour in through the window. How early was it in the morning? He settled back in Kyuhyun’s arms, listening to the solid beating of his mate’s heart.
“The morning light breaks,” Kyuhyun whispered.
“I apologize for waking you,” Sungmin said. Kyuhyun shook his head tiredly.
“Do not apologize. I sensed your sorrow and so I awoke. I must keep you happy,” Kyuhyun smiled. Sungmin cuddled into him. He craved touch and Kyuhyun provided. His heat would continue for the next week or so.
“I wish we knew the weaknesses of the dragons. They are invincible without them,” Sungmin whispered.
“All things have a weakness.”
“What’s yours?” Sungmin asked.
“You are my weakness.”
“That’s a good weakness to have.”
“Because it’s you, yes it is.”
!*!*!*!*!
Sungmin, Ryeowook and Jongwoon sat next to each other, staring out at the landscape that surrounded them. None of them spoke for a minute, each in their thoughts of what they might say.
“Jungsu would say that the roses were beautiful,” Jongwoon finally said.
“Then he would order us to get some,” Ryeowook responded.
“Because his back hurt too much to move,” Sungmin added.
“So we would go and get a bouquet,” Jongwoon continued.
“And we would give it to him,” Ryeowook smiled.
“Then he would give it to Youngwoon,” Sungmin said.
“Jungsu would say that it was from him and what hard work it was picking all those flowers,” Jongwoon shook his head.
“And we would protest because we had picked them,” Ryeowook giggled.
“So he would say, ‘It’s from the family.’” Sungmin laughed. The three of them looked at each other and smiled at the memory of Jungsu that they shared. Then as quickly as the laughter had come, it vanished.
“It feels so empty without umma,” Ryeowook whispered.
“If this is how we feel, how must Youngwoon be taking it?” Jongwoon asked.
“I have not seen him since he saw Jungsu’s body two days ago,” Sungmin answered.
“I heard him crying last night. I was on my way to the kitchens because I wanted to share milk with Jongwoon and I passed his door. It sounded as though he was being brutally tortured,” Ryeowook murmured.
“Jungsu was his everything. He had often said to me that he would not know how to survive if his mate died,” Sungmin answered.
“What if he commits suicide?” Ryeowook asked, bolting upright.
“Jungsu made him swear to live out his life if he should die first. He said that if Youngwoon took his own life, he would ask the gods to send him to the underworld,” Sungmin smiled as he remembered that conversation.
“We should give appa our full support,” Jongwoon wrapped an arm around Ryeowook and pulled him close.
“Do I have your permission?” Sungmin asked his guard. Ryeowook pulled on Sungmin’s shirt and cuddled him close.
“I know you and I know what form your heat takes,” Ryeowook said, holding him closer.
“He asked for my permission,” Jongwoon interrupted. Ryeowook laughed.
“Yes, but it is me that he shall be cuddling with.” Those words said, Ryeowook pulled Sungmin into a tighter embrace. The three of them sat silently for a minute. The chime of bells reached them, a very soft sound in the breeze of the garden.
“Jungsu’s funeral is starting. We should go,” Sungmin whispered.
“I don’t want to say goodbye to him,” Ryeowook protested.
“We aren’t saying goodbye. We are merely telling him that we will see him later,” Jongwoon answered. The three of them stood up and walked towards the sound of the chiming bells.
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Hankyung and Heechul were waiting at the palace gates. Sungmin, Ryeowook and Jongwoon joined them there and all the felines looked at each other before hugging.
“How are you?” Hankyung asked, his tall and lean body wrapping Sungmin in a hug. Sungmin cuddled back.
“Since Jungsu’s death, nothing has been the same,” Sungmin answered. Hankyung chuckled softly.
“I can see that you are in heat. You have not cuddled up to me since you were a kitten of twelve,” Hankyung smiled. Heechul looked over at the two of them.
“Yah, even if you are emperor, I tolerate nobody snuggling with my mate,” Heechul snarled.
“I ask your permission,” Sungmin responded.
“Permission is granted to you,” Heechul nodded and turned back to hugging Ryeowook.
“Jungsu’s funeral starts soon. Shall we go?” Jongwoon suggested. He held out his hand to Ryeowook who took it. Heechul linked his arm with Hankyung’s and Sungmin led the way to the edge of the river where the ceremony would take place.
The felines walked with a proud step and held their heads high. Jungsu had been one of them and they were proud to be the same race as he was. Jungsu was a mentor and a feline they never wanted to forget.
“There you are. Have you seen Youngwoon?” Donghae asked, rushing up to them. The canine looked around anxiously as though they were hiding the head guard behind them somewhere.
“No, is he not here?” Hankyung asked in surprise.
“He isn’t. We saw your arrival and we thought he might be with you,” Donghae answered.
“We must start the ceremony now. The sun is in the right place,” Eunhyuk said, appearing before them.
“But what about Youngwoon?” Ryeowook asked.
“We shall have to start the ceremony without him,” Eunhyuk responded, looking worried. “Come, the words are to be spoken.”
The group walked to the gathering of canines and felines who had turned out to attend Jungsu’s funeral. They gathered in a circle around a patch of earth that had been cut out of the hill they were standing on.
Jungsu’s body had been prepared and he was lying peacefully on the grass. There was a slight breeze blowing and Jungsu’s hair lifted and swayed. Sungmin swallowed painfully. His mentor looked so peaceful.
“Jungsu was a fine man and feline. He helped those who needed it and he gave his love where it was wanted,” the feline Master of Passing began. “He was pretty and kind, as was his soul. He made those who knew him happy and - ” the Master of Passing was cut off by a loud voice.
“That is the largest lie I have heard in my entire life.” Sungmin whipped his head around to see Youngwoon walking down to the people assembled.
“Pardon?” the Master asked, his eyes narrowing at Youngwoon.
“Jungsu was somebody who would listen to you when you needed it and comforted you when you wanted it. He took care of everybody around him and never stopped to think about his own welfare.
“If you needed him, he was there. He could inspire or calm you in any amount of time. But the lie you told everyone was that he was pretty and kind. He was never pretty and kind. He was beautiful.
“His eyes sparkled when there was no sun. His smile gleamed when he wasn’t happy. Park Jungsu was one of a kind. He was my mate and my life. I want him remembered as such,” Youngwoon finished.
The speech was short but it was direct and heartfelt. Sungmin could almost feel the emotion that Youngwoon had poured into it. The Master of Passing stared at him before he began to clap. The rest of those gathered followed his lead.
With that, Youngwoon picked up his mate and gently placed him in the hole that had been cut out of the earth. With heartbreaking tenderness, Youngwoon placed a silk shroud over Jungsu’s body and kissed his forehead.
“I’ll always love you,” Youngwoon whispered.
Sungmin bit his lip as Youngwoon leaned back and let the Master of Passing push the dirt over Jungsu. Without so much as a word to anyone, the leader of the guards swept past them all and up the path to the palace.
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Ryeowook was concerned. Youngwoon had not been seen since the funeral of Jungsu which had been almost a day ago. The ocelot had been in the library for a few hours, pouring over books that he hadn’t had the time to read.
Ever since the Amnesty Palace had been built, the library had grown. Now Ryeowook had double the books to go through. He stood up and began looking for a book on canine development.
As he wandered the shelves, he thought about Youngwoon and how he might be taking the news. He resolved to visit his “appa” once he finished his research. He pulled a dusty book from a shelf and brought it back with him to read.
“How is my mate?” Jongwoon asked, leaning against the doorframe. Ryeowook looked up, startled. Then he relaxed, seeing the familiar face of his mate.
“Jongwoon, you frightened me,” Ryeowook rolled his eyes. He sat down and dusted off the cover. There was no title on the book. Frowning, Ryeowook opened the first page.
“I apologize. I didn’t mean to - ” Jongwoon began.
“Listen to this. I just found this book and guess what the title is?” Ryeowook looked to his mate. Jongwoon shrugged. “The title is Forgotten Races.”
“And the significance?”
“There might be something on dragons here!” Ryeowook explained. Jongwoon’s eyes opened in understanding.
“Read some of it. There might be a clue to the weaknesses of the dragons.”
Ryeowook scanned the titles of the chapters. His nimble fingers turned the pages quickly as Jungsu had taught him to do.
“Here, this is the chapter on scaled beasts. Listen: Once the race of Platypuses had gone extinct and the last being the great Kimbum, another race was born from the ground. They were lumbering beasts that deceived those who saw them. In fact, they were quick and deadly. Fifty kinds of bacteria lived in their mouths.
“This was the race of Komodo Dragons. They lived for only four things. Honour, service, control and beauty. They were a hard race. Live for honour and service. Live for control and beauty. The motto was embossed and engraved everywhere.
“Like all great races, the dragons had an age of gold. The wars they won and the lands they conquered. But like all great races, there was a downfall. Corruption brewed between the politicians. The world was no longer what it once was.
“Eventually, the Royal House turned on itself and the members of the royal family attacked each other. One day the dragons were a powerful empire. The next, there was nothing left. Some say that the dragons killed themselves. Others say that the lie in wait, anticipating their rise once more.
“The dragons had an idea; a mantra that they lived by. This was the Conquest. They believed that they must become the most powerful race of all. The Conquest was the thought that they would invade and conquer all neighbouring lands so as to become the sole rulers of the land. However, they were driven to extinction before this could be carried out.
“The dragons were the ultimate predators. With long sharp teeth and bacteria that would kill of blood poisoning within a day and long curved claws, the Komodo was well equipped to hunt and kill.
“But as all things have a weakness, so did they. They were protective of their appearances and so took it to cover their faces with metal before going into battle. This made it easier to attack from behind. Their scales provided some protection but if punctured at the right angle, would allow them to easily bleed to death.
“Dragons were susceptible to the poison of the redberry plant which grows within the lands of the canines. Any weapon tipped with the clear fluid could easily end the life of a dragon. But dragons take care to cover their bodies. But there is one place that is never covered. Hit there, a dragon’s life was ended for good.” Ryeowook finished reading and looked up at his mate. Jongwoon stared at him.
“So there is a way to defeat them,” the Siberian tiger whispered.
“Not only that, Jongwoon. There is a reason behind the attacks. They want their lands back. They want to complete the Conquest,” Ryeowook realized.
“Get the Emperors. They shall want to hear this.”
Ryeowook was gone and back in a flash with Sungmin and Kyuhyun behind him, trailed by Jaejoong and Yunho.
“What is this about defeating the dragons?” Kyuhyun asked. Jongwoon looked at him.
“We have discovered there is a way to defeat the dragons. And not only that, we have found the reason as to why the attacked you,” Jongwoon explained.
“The Komodos want their lands back and they want to become the sole rulers of the lands,” Ryeowook put in.
The four monarchs stood there in shock. Sungmin could feel his jaw drop in the most unseemly manner.
“They want to rule the lands as the sole race?” Jaejoong asked sounding as though he had just been punched in the stomach. Ryeowook nodded.
“Over my dead body,” Yunho said, cracking his knuckles.
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Yay! Chapter eight done! I hope you enjoyed that! I really liked writing it. The next stage should be up soon! I love you all!
Pairing: Kyumin
Side pairings: Eunhae, Zhoury, Yunjae, Yewook, Kangteuk, Sibum
Disclaimer: If I owned DBSK and Super Junior, they would have made it big in North America already!
Summary: Three years after the unity of the canines and the felines, everything is going well. The land is prospering, the people are at peace and Kyuhyun and Sungmin couldn't be happier. Until the day they recieve word that the bears have been attacked by a force that nobody knew existed. And now, they must find a way to stop the attacks before that force can reach their kingdom. And if it does, the terrible dream that has been plaguing one of their subjects will come true. And that will mean the end of their empire.
The Formphasers: Dirge of the Dragons
Stage Eight: History of the Dragons
“JUNGSU!”
Sungmin woke up, covered in a cold sweat, panting and crying. The image of Jungsu, bloody and motionless had been burned into his dreams and haunted him as he slept.
There was movement beside him and he felt the warm arms of Kyuhyun tighten around him. He burrowed into his mate and closed his eyes, trembling as he tried to banish the vision of his mentor.
“Don’t cry, Kitten. Don’t cry. It was just a nightmare. Simply and only a nightmare. Do you wish comfort?” Kyuhyun whispered.
“It’s so hard to believe that hyung is gone. He was like a second mother to me. He taught me all he knew and he helped me get rid of my poison,” Sungmin murmured, wiping away his tears. Kyuhyun tightened his hold.
“Everybody loved Jungsu. As a mentor, a brother, a father or a lover; it didn’t matter. Everybody loved and still loves him,” Kyuhyun answered. Sungmin nodded.
“How could they not? He was caring, kind and wise. He could do everything. I have always wondered how he managed it. There were so many people who looked up to him and who he considered under his charge. In a way, he had his own kingdom to look after too,” Sungmin smiled.
“He always took such good care of everyone around him.”
“It was no wonder why we called him Angel.”
“I’ll miss him.”
“I miss him too,” Sungmin sighed. Kyuhyun’s fingers gently stroked through his hair and the younger of the two pulled him closer. Sungmin’s fingers curled on his loose nightshirt.
Faint birdsong rose from the window outside. Sungmin turned in the embrace to see soft light pour in through the window. How early was it in the morning? He settled back in Kyuhyun’s arms, listening to the solid beating of his mate’s heart.
“The morning light breaks,” Kyuhyun whispered.
“I apologize for waking you,” Sungmin said. Kyuhyun shook his head tiredly.
“Do not apologize. I sensed your sorrow and so I awoke. I must keep you happy,” Kyuhyun smiled. Sungmin cuddled into him. He craved touch and Kyuhyun provided. His heat would continue for the next week or so.
“I wish we knew the weaknesses of the dragons. They are invincible without them,” Sungmin whispered.
“All things have a weakness.”
“What’s yours?” Sungmin asked.
“You are my weakness.”
“That’s a good weakness to have.”
“Because it’s you, yes it is.”
!*!*!*!*!
Sungmin, Ryeowook and Jongwoon sat next to each other, staring out at the landscape that surrounded them. None of them spoke for a minute, each in their thoughts of what they might say.
“Jungsu would say that the roses were beautiful,” Jongwoon finally said.
“Then he would order us to get some,” Ryeowook responded.
“Because his back hurt too much to move,” Sungmin added.
“So we would go and get a bouquet,” Jongwoon continued.
“And we would give it to him,” Ryeowook smiled.
“Then he would give it to Youngwoon,” Sungmin said.
“Jungsu would say that it was from him and what hard work it was picking all those flowers,” Jongwoon shook his head.
“And we would protest because we had picked them,” Ryeowook giggled.
“So he would say, ‘It’s from the family.’” Sungmin laughed. The three of them looked at each other and smiled at the memory of Jungsu that they shared. Then as quickly as the laughter had come, it vanished.
“It feels so empty without umma,” Ryeowook whispered.
“If this is how we feel, how must Youngwoon be taking it?” Jongwoon asked.
“I have not seen him since he saw Jungsu’s body two days ago,” Sungmin answered.
“I heard him crying last night. I was on my way to the kitchens because I wanted to share milk with Jongwoon and I passed his door. It sounded as though he was being brutally tortured,” Ryeowook murmured.
“Jungsu was his everything. He had often said to me that he would not know how to survive if his mate died,” Sungmin answered.
“What if he commits suicide?” Ryeowook asked, bolting upright.
“Jungsu made him swear to live out his life if he should die first. He said that if Youngwoon took his own life, he would ask the gods to send him to the underworld,” Sungmin smiled as he remembered that conversation.
“We should give appa our full support,” Jongwoon wrapped an arm around Ryeowook and pulled him close.
“Do I have your permission?” Sungmin asked his guard. Ryeowook pulled on Sungmin’s shirt and cuddled him close.
“I know you and I know what form your heat takes,” Ryeowook said, holding him closer.
“He asked for my permission,” Jongwoon interrupted. Ryeowook laughed.
“Yes, but it is me that he shall be cuddling with.” Those words said, Ryeowook pulled Sungmin into a tighter embrace. The three of them sat silently for a minute. The chime of bells reached them, a very soft sound in the breeze of the garden.
“Jungsu’s funeral is starting. We should go,” Sungmin whispered.
“I don’t want to say goodbye to him,” Ryeowook protested.
“We aren’t saying goodbye. We are merely telling him that we will see him later,” Jongwoon answered. The three of them stood up and walked towards the sound of the chiming bells.
!*!*!*!*!
Hankyung and Heechul were waiting at the palace gates. Sungmin, Ryeowook and Jongwoon joined them there and all the felines looked at each other before hugging.
“How are you?” Hankyung asked, his tall and lean body wrapping Sungmin in a hug. Sungmin cuddled back.
“Since Jungsu’s death, nothing has been the same,” Sungmin answered. Hankyung chuckled softly.
“I can see that you are in heat. You have not cuddled up to me since you were a kitten of twelve,” Hankyung smiled. Heechul looked over at the two of them.
“Yah, even if you are emperor, I tolerate nobody snuggling with my mate,” Heechul snarled.
“I ask your permission,” Sungmin responded.
“Permission is granted to you,” Heechul nodded and turned back to hugging Ryeowook.
“Jungsu’s funeral starts soon. Shall we go?” Jongwoon suggested. He held out his hand to Ryeowook who took it. Heechul linked his arm with Hankyung’s and Sungmin led the way to the edge of the river where the ceremony would take place.
The felines walked with a proud step and held their heads high. Jungsu had been one of them and they were proud to be the same race as he was. Jungsu was a mentor and a feline they never wanted to forget.
“There you are. Have you seen Youngwoon?” Donghae asked, rushing up to them. The canine looked around anxiously as though they were hiding the head guard behind them somewhere.
“No, is he not here?” Hankyung asked in surprise.
“He isn’t. We saw your arrival and we thought he might be with you,” Donghae answered.
“We must start the ceremony now. The sun is in the right place,” Eunhyuk said, appearing before them.
“But what about Youngwoon?” Ryeowook asked.
“We shall have to start the ceremony without him,” Eunhyuk responded, looking worried. “Come, the words are to be spoken.”
The group walked to the gathering of canines and felines who had turned out to attend Jungsu’s funeral. They gathered in a circle around a patch of earth that had been cut out of the hill they were standing on.
Jungsu’s body had been prepared and he was lying peacefully on the grass. There was a slight breeze blowing and Jungsu’s hair lifted and swayed. Sungmin swallowed painfully. His mentor looked so peaceful.
“Jungsu was a fine man and feline. He helped those who needed it and he gave his love where it was wanted,” the feline Master of Passing began. “He was pretty and kind, as was his soul. He made those who knew him happy and - ” the Master of Passing was cut off by a loud voice.
“That is the largest lie I have heard in my entire life.” Sungmin whipped his head around to see Youngwoon walking down to the people assembled.
“Pardon?” the Master asked, his eyes narrowing at Youngwoon.
“Jungsu was somebody who would listen to you when you needed it and comforted you when you wanted it. He took care of everybody around him and never stopped to think about his own welfare.
“If you needed him, he was there. He could inspire or calm you in any amount of time. But the lie you told everyone was that he was pretty and kind. He was never pretty and kind. He was beautiful.
“His eyes sparkled when there was no sun. His smile gleamed when he wasn’t happy. Park Jungsu was one of a kind. He was my mate and my life. I want him remembered as such,” Youngwoon finished.
The speech was short but it was direct and heartfelt. Sungmin could almost feel the emotion that Youngwoon had poured into it. The Master of Passing stared at him before he began to clap. The rest of those gathered followed his lead.
With that, Youngwoon picked up his mate and gently placed him in the hole that had been cut out of the earth. With heartbreaking tenderness, Youngwoon placed a silk shroud over Jungsu’s body and kissed his forehead.
“I’ll always love you,” Youngwoon whispered.
Sungmin bit his lip as Youngwoon leaned back and let the Master of Passing push the dirt over Jungsu. Without so much as a word to anyone, the leader of the guards swept past them all and up the path to the palace.
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Ryeowook was concerned. Youngwoon had not been seen since the funeral of Jungsu which had been almost a day ago. The ocelot had been in the library for a few hours, pouring over books that he hadn’t had the time to read.
Ever since the Amnesty Palace had been built, the library had grown. Now Ryeowook had double the books to go through. He stood up and began looking for a book on canine development.
As he wandered the shelves, he thought about Youngwoon and how he might be taking the news. He resolved to visit his “appa” once he finished his research. He pulled a dusty book from a shelf and brought it back with him to read.
“How is my mate?” Jongwoon asked, leaning against the doorframe. Ryeowook looked up, startled. Then he relaxed, seeing the familiar face of his mate.
“Jongwoon, you frightened me,” Ryeowook rolled his eyes. He sat down and dusted off the cover. There was no title on the book. Frowning, Ryeowook opened the first page.
“I apologize. I didn’t mean to - ” Jongwoon began.
“Listen to this. I just found this book and guess what the title is?” Ryeowook looked to his mate. Jongwoon shrugged. “The title is Forgotten Races.”
“And the significance?”
“There might be something on dragons here!” Ryeowook explained. Jongwoon’s eyes opened in understanding.
“Read some of it. There might be a clue to the weaknesses of the dragons.”
Ryeowook scanned the titles of the chapters. His nimble fingers turned the pages quickly as Jungsu had taught him to do.
“Here, this is the chapter on scaled beasts. Listen: Once the race of Platypuses had gone extinct and the last being the great Kimbum, another race was born from the ground. They were lumbering beasts that deceived those who saw them. In fact, they were quick and deadly. Fifty kinds of bacteria lived in their mouths.
“This was the race of Komodo Dragons. They lived for only four things. Honour, service, control and beauty. They were a hard race. Live for honour and service. Live for control and beauty. The motto was embossed and engraved everywhere.
“Like all great races, the dragons had an age of gold. The wars they won and the lands they conquered. But like all great races, there was a downfall. Corruption brewed between the politicians. The world was no longer what it once was.
“Eventually, the Royal House turned on itself and the members of the royal family attacked each other. One day the dragons were a powerful empire. The next, there was nothing left. Some say that the dragons killed themselves. Others say that the lie in wait, anticipating their rise once more.
“The dragons had an idea; a mantra that they lived by. This was the Conquest. They believed that they must become the most powerful race of all. The Conquest was the thought that they would invade and conquer all neighbouring lands so as to become the sole rulers of the land. However, they were driven to extinction before this could be carried out.
“The dragons were the ultimate predators. With long sharp teeth and bacteria that would kill of blood poisoning within a day and long curved claws, the Komodo was well equipped to hunt and kill.
“But as all things have a weakness, so did they. They were protective of their appearances and so took it to cover their faces with metal before going into battle. This made it easier to attack from behind. Their scales provided some protection but if punctured at the right angle, would allow them to easily bleed to death.
“Dragons were susceptible to the poison of the redberry plant which grows within the lands of the canines. Any weapon tipped with the clear fluid could easily end the life of a dragon. But dragons take care to cover their bodies. But there is one place that is never covered. Hit there, a dragon’s life was ended for good.” Ryeowook finished reading and looked up at his mate. Jongwoon stared at him.
“So there is a way to defeat them,” the Siberian tiger whispered.
“Not only that, Jongwoon. There is a reason behind the attacks. They want their lands back. They want to complete the Conquest,” Ryeowook realized.
“Get the Emperors. They shall want to hear this.”
Ryeowook was gone and back in a flash with Sungmin and Kyuhyun behind him, trailed by Jaejoong and Yunho.
“What is this about defeating the dragons?” Kyuhyun asked. Jongwoon looked at him.
“We have discovered there is a way to defeat the dragons. And not only that, we have found the reason as to why the attacked you,” Jongwoon explained.
“The Komodos want their lands back and they want to become the sole rulers of the lands,” Ryeowook put in.
The four monarchs stood there in shock. Sungmin could feel his jaw drop in the most unseemly manner.
“They want to rule the lands as the sole race?” Jaejoong asked sounding as though he had just been punched in the stomach. Ryeowook nodded.
“Over my dead body,” Yunho said, cracking his knuckles.
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Yay! Chapter eight done! I hope you enjoyed that! I really liked writing it. The next stage should be up soon! I love you all!