Rage of the Rathalos (Saga)

[Eighteen]

A dragon. Eighteen had never thought to ever slay a dragon. The world where she came from had dragons, as did the other planets within that world, but never were they the sort to be slayed. Those were the dragons that would grant a wish – any wish. It spurred old memories and cast doubts in her already troubled mind. It could very possibly mean that, with some slim chance, this dragon could be one of the very same ilk.

No, it was unlikely. There were no Dragon Balls here, that she knew of. If there were to be a dragon of the wishing variety, they would need be summoned by some act of strength. The collection of the Dragon Balls wasn't simply some ritual or rite of passage, it was a sign of strength and commitment to achieve that unbelievable reward.

For a fleeting moment she had had some inkling of hope. It was gone by the time they reached the gate to Camelot. Her mind was aflutter with dragons, monsters, lore and magic. Perhaps this was the stuff of fantasy. This was the world that stories were bred from. She hadn't been an idiot back home, hardly, she had spent many hours pouring over various literature. The fantasy novels had been her favourite.

“I have a feeling this might be related to the dragon business we're here for,” she said, and without another moment, she all but jumped off of the horse. Any further and she would be strangling the mighty king with his own cape.

Eighteen stretched her arms above her head for a moment, before resting her hands against her hips. They stood at the threshold of the village. It was as if the place had been abandoned. “I wonder how, though,” she said, her eyes scanning the huts and dirt paths.

“How, what?” replied Ganondorf.

“How it's related. If a dragon had been here I have a feeling we would be seeing a lot more damage. I wonder if this is all Omni's doing. Honestly, this whole place – the dunes, Camelot, the white...place – it's all unsettling and I don't really feel like we're playing with the same rules.”

The android sighed a moment, weaved a hand through her gold hair, and then glanced toward her sole company. There were worse people she could be with, she was sure. Better to lay with the enemy, as it were, than to constantly look over her shoulder. “Shall we?” she motioned toward the village. There was no use just standing there, after all.