Tales Of The Mighty Dragonair

Arthur didn't know what to say except being silent. "May I ask about my friends?"

"Those weak wisps of soul inside your mind?" the voice asked, "they are too weak to cross the barrier and sustain the superior world here, so I decided to isolate them and protect their beings inside your mind with my power. I hope you don't mind that."

"But I'm standing here perfectly fine," Arthur checked his body and didn't find anything strange about him.

"That's a question I dunno the answer about," the voice said before adding, "and I don't care. Despite being the first to come here but I'm not that excited about that."

Arthur knew the voice wouldn't be warm welcoming to anyone except if he or she would be really in a place to help him. "Can't I take you with me? I mean I already hold many souls inside."

"Mine is a different kid," the voice said, "and this place is held in position by using a special method. Without it I would eventually die."

"Dying doesn't seem that awful," Arthur honestly muttered.

"But this has nothing to do with my opinion," the voice said, "I can't come near that thing or else I would have preferred to die a long time ago."

"Thing?" Arthur asked while adding, "I thought it's an array or something."

"It's an array indeed, but it uses the item buried here to provide everything with energy," the voice sighed, "the prison can't sustain itself much without it, and if it was destroyed I might gain few last minutes of peace and freedom."

"Can I see it?" Arthur asked, "I might be able to help."

"Don't bother, you are too weak."

"Trying won't hurt, y'know."

"Hope does," the voice seemed not welcoming to this thought, "but you came here and won't be able to leave soon so you can waste some time here digging for it."

"What?!!" Arthur was shocked, "can't I leave?"

"Hahaha, this part of the space is locked inside a special mechanism. You can enter but leaving will take a long time to do… at least one week here."

"One week!!!" Arthur was totally shocked by this and now he regretted coming here.

"That's in the best case scenario," the voice laughed as if he was amused by Arthur's current trap here. "But for your knowledge time passes much faster than outside."

"So it'll be less than a week outside, right?"

"A day or two in max," the voice said after a moment of pause, "I dunno precisely how much as I lost track of such useless things."

"Time?"

"The outside world."

Arthur took a deep breath, "alright, show me where that thing is buried. At least I can vent some frustration now."

"Go to the front for a hundred mile," the voice laughed first, then said, "then you'll have to dig at least ten miles deep."

"How big is this world?"

"Very," the voice said in confidence," after all my soul can't be attached to anything small."

"Is it a garden? Like mine?"

Arthur started flying and despite everything, the place here enjoyed special tranquility which started to seep deeply inside his soul.

"That low garden of yours? C'mon, it's a weak relic of the space clan."

"Weak… if Gege just was here and heard you," Arthur laughed and the voice laughed with him.

"This is just the mere truth. For example this garden here is much stronger and way advanced than yours."

"Does it have any sentience?" Arthur simply asked.

"No, but…"

"Does it have a soul? Aims to have her own human body?"

"No, but…"

"Then it's nothing compared to mine," Arthur proudly said, refusing to admit defeat here.

"Sigh, things aren't calculated in such a way."

"I weigh things in this way."

"It's a narrow way to live, kid."

"At least I'm living."

"…"

Arthur smiled as he was enjoying his little victory over the voice about this matter. In fact he knew this garden had much more advantages to him than his own, but as long as he had other advantages so why not show off a little?

"It's here," the voice suddenly said after an hour of flying, "what will you use to dig?"

"You took my sword away," Arthur complained.

"Weapons can't be used here, I said that and executed instantly."

"And you sealed my own helpers too."

"I hate crowds."

"I need something to dig with then," Arthur stood in the air while slowly flapping his wings, "this way I won't be able to find this item."

"It's you not me who wants to see it by the way."

"And it's you, not me who took away everything off mine."

"This is my house."

"And I'm your guest, not enemy."

"But you aren't a friend!"

"I'm not an enemy either."

"…"

"…"

The two kept their silence for an entire hour before the voice sighed, "alright, can you dig using your sword?"

"I can use my technique and attack the ground," Arthur thought out loud.

"The ground here is sturdy," the voice warned.

"Then my sword will be enough."

"It might break," the voice warned, "and if it does I won't compensate you with anything."

"My sword can't break, it's my sword!"

"We'll see," the voice said that and then Arthur got his sword back. Like it never left his hand, the two swords appeared, each in one grip. "Show me what you are bragging about kid."

"You'll see," Arthur held the hilt tighter before flapping his wings and violently divided towards the ground.

"Boom!"

A loud explosion occurred and the ground trembled before a crack appeared. It wasn't a pit, or a hole, just a crack.

"This is what you were talking about? Really hilarious!" the voice laughed in amusement as if he already anticipated such a result.

"Humph," Arthur turned to the sky again before falling and hitting the same spot once more. The crack got wider, appearing like a spider web from above.

Yet it didn't create enough gap to call a hole.

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