I Raised A Black Dragon

The sunset in Seoul on top of a distant skyscraper.

There was a child who sat with his legs stretched out in a place where he could feel chills just by looking down.

No, now it was hard to see him as a child. Those cheeks were almost free of baby fat; his eyes were definitely sharper than when he’d been a child, and his nose sharper. By human standards, he was about 12 or 13. Was he around that age?

A dragon’s growth was incomparably faster than a human. Even more, since it was after he’d been imprinted.

Had he been imprinted normally he would have grown into a young boy as soon as the imprinting began. His growth only seemed slow because the imprinting with Noah had been phased out over several stages.

However, even the incomplete imprinting had found a perfect orbit by the time they had left Noviscosha.

The black curly hair fluttered in the sizzling wind. His languid eyes radiated a mood that Noah was his favorite human in the whole wide world. Noah's unique insensitive eyes shifted to the boy's dark red eyes.

Muell’s legs shook over the edge of the building; then he pulled them up, hugged them with both arms, and rested his chin in the middle of his gathered knees.

“Perri.”

At the low calling, the yellow fairy, twirling over the red-colored city, reacted. The butterfly landed on the boy’s shoulder and gently rested its wings.

“Early, on top of the brochure.”

The boy’s voice still sounded very young. The way he spoke was not much different from when he had been a child. This was natural since he still looked like a young dragon that’d barely hatched out of an egg less than six months ago.

“I’m talking about that ‘exit’…”

A web of dimensions hanging over a brochure of Maobiana. As he passed over it the boy discovered the entrance to his ‘original’ world by chance.

It was the time when he had still been inside the egg. When he hadn't even achieved the right shape, let alone established his intelligence. So, more than having been in an egg, it was a place where he’d spent a lot of time. A world of dragon roots.

What Muell had discovered was the entrance leading to the dragon world.

“You called me, right?”

[Child, you’re right. I called you since you’re the only dragon left on the land. Though you must know who I am.]

“Liza Berjenure?”

[You’re the black dragon that was named ‘Liza Berjenure’. I think there was a green one named Seyerel, too.]

There were quite a several ways to open the path connecting this world to the dragon world. For tens of thousands of years, very few dragons that’d crossed the state of transcendence had forced open the door and invaded other dimensions.

However, relatively young dragons, who were only thousands or hundreds of years old, had crossed the door through a different, more special sophisticated process.

The imprint with the intellectual body that existed in the world he was trying to pass into was a medium to open the door. The ancient dragons that’d stepped on the continent of Muett had either lowered their symbols directly to the second world or set foot on continental land in response to the plausible summons drawn by some brilliant humans. And as evidence of imprinting, they had shared the dragon's magic and the imprints, and they were named by them.

And when they returned to the dragon world, they took the power from humans and abandoned the name they had received from them.

That act meant the collapse of imprinting. The dragons, who no longer needed to stay in the second world, or whose intention to stay had disappeared, opened the path of dimension by abandoning their names and returned to their original world.

Muell recalled the voice he had heard in the net of the dimension. The first language he heard after hatching from the egg was so familiar it shocked him. It was a proverb engraved on instinct, so it was nothing new to him.

[Child. How long will you stay?]

[Tell me when you are about to leave. Then I’ll open the path for you.]

To be totally frank, it wasn’t that he didn’t completely care about what kind of place the dragon world was.

But to cross over the dimension and return required a much more complex process than the ancient dragons.

Muell, the black dragon that had appeared on the human continent after 500 years, was different from the ancient dragons in many ways. He was the first dragon to ever be born not in the dragon world but the second world.

Since his root is in the dragon world, it was the same that the continent could be properly modernized only through imprinting with humans, but the problem was that it was time to go back.

Since he’d already gotten a name on another continent, his ‘name’ alone was not the right medium to open the way back. In addition to cutting off his relationship with his imprinter, it was possible only when other supreme beings across the door opened it.

Of course Muell never intended to return right away. Because this child was happy next to Noah every single day.

But the thought of the beings across the door seemed to be a bit different.

[You’ll be lonely soon.]

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