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The Memories Shared between Worlds

"Huh...wow, I can't believe my power works!"

"Wait, that voice is...the sword?"

No, the source of voice wasn't a sword. It was a dragon, a full-fledged golden dragon. The magnificent shine was also seen by many of the goons, but the thing Juagar thought the worst was actually the scenery, which was actually scenery in a desert with red blood sands splattered around.

"Hey, why are we in here? It's creeping me out, man."

"Sorry, but because of slight emotional shift between you, I am able to project what my brother's memories to you all...and to tell you all the truth of Richard," he said solemnly. "Richard was...a human."

"Humans are myths, okay? We know they're not real and..."

"But you can see him here, right?"

Now they saw that another dragon, almost the same size with Engrak, was standing in front of a tiny man carrying a red flute. Juagar could approach them and watched their actions closely, and so the goons.

"What is this?!"

"You all need to know why Richard was very...weird and why he was like that. I guess I'll make the volume up so you can hear their conversation, alright?"

The dragon bowed on the human, with its head in front of the scared human. It said, "Human, what's your name? How did you get that sword?"

"Sword? It's a flute, mighty beast, and my name is Richard Andaluvia. You can call me..."

"Richard Andaluvia, that sword is the treasure I had saved for many years from many slayers. I killed many, and I saved many, and yet I was saved by a human...but in this form?"

"Well, we can't find any of your parts actually," said Richard. "You're broken like this when we found you dead..."

"At least, I'm very grateful in all aspects, and asked you...for a return, to be my master."

"Uh, w...wait, I'm not going to be a master of anything, to be straight," said Richard boldly. "It's ridiculous, you see? Dragons I knew were independent, and I know they're grateful. I helped many dragons before, but you're the first big one I've ever encountered."

"So, what do you want to do to me?"

"To many, I guess it's awkward, but, if we can, I want to be more than friends."

The dragon somehow gave a shocked expression. "You mean...a family?"

"Yeah, since I never knew how having a brotherly relationship with a dragon would be, but maybe if I can someday know a dragon's feelings, I can compare them with humans, of course."

"N...no, human...Richard, it's not as simple as that. We're not in one species and...that artifact, it's...."

Juagar realized the scenery changed when they started the memory travel, and the scene was at a rooftop from a destroyed city. Then the scene changed into a prison where they now, with a sapphire dragon, ran away from the rooftop. Something great was seen by them all.

"Raithorakh, left! You goddamn idiot, you're going to fall into the lava pit!"

"No, I won't gonna fall, you're!"

"What do you..."

"Shariot, I'm on a pit of fire, not lava. It's strange, but somehow I can fly without opening my wings. I was wonderful, and I guess I'll pull you in."

A wonder just seen in their science fiction came true when they saw the cyborg dragon's tail started to slither through the obvious lava pit unscathed. It was extended and when it wrapped around Shariot, he pulled her and they embraced each other, eyes locked to each eyes.

"Come here, baby," said Raithorakh with slow tone.

"Oh, you jerk!" said Shariot in a happy tone before they kissed, giving disgust to Juagar.

The scene gradually shifted, and slowly they all knew that Richard also had his own pain. The memories were shared between himself, the cyborg dragon, and the voice inside Juagar's head. All of them, including the criminals, watched when Raithorakh and his friends were betrayed briefly by Bartoz, but he defected from the other side which led to his death, also Richard's half-human half-dragon state, Esmier, death, new live, and many things happened before Richard came to them.

Richard had experienced something even worse than a potential war, and Juagar realized this. He saw the death of Raithorakh was Richard's reason why he was standing in front of them, and also the true reason why his consciousness started to deplete.

"Now, see, Juagar? Are you convinced now that he was a warrior?"

"No...not really," he said. "I was only convinced that he was a human, but he doesn't look like a seasoned warrior, despite of his...age."

"Juagar, that half-metal dragon you saw in the flashback was my brother, and Richard's half-brother. The black similar looking one was his other half-brother. His name is Ernest, and an exact copy to his body, his twin."

Juagar seemed not very surprised. "Yeah, and?"

"Now look at me."

"What do you want me to see? You?"

"Well, do I look like someone or something you know?"

One of the criminals then stepped forward and said, "Hey, is this movie out in theaters? I really want to watch it."

"Nope, it's a memory, not a preview, okay? Look, what I want you to tell you all in this flashback is actually trust. Dragons and humans couldn't be trusted as a one, and a dragon rider is considered a legend. Dragons are tricky in nature, and humans are weak beings fighting to find power. Richard here...made us believe that humans are dependable, and he was the one inheriting my body and my soul."

Juagar suddenly came into his senses. "Wait a sec, he took your soul? Then that's mean..."

"Yes, I am a dragon killed by the blade Richard used. My brother then promised me that inside this sword, I'll regain my senses, which I did. But, my soul cursed this sword so whoever wield it will endure the pain and suffer as a savage dragon. Many of our treasures were guarded by this curse in case the guardian was slain...much like the second security system. The newly formed dragon then needed a century for it to be intelligent and would need to guard the sword until the next taker took it and..."

"Whoa, wait, you mean the blade is cursed, right? Now, can you explain to me why Richard suddenly gained superpowers like in comics, huh?"

"Well, I can't explain that. He's not like most slayers, actually. Oh, maybe he's awake already. See you around."

The scenery then turned into the morning break from Erizce Street. The criminals suddenly turned to Juagar. But when Juagar, now enlightened by his friend's fact, readied himself, the draconian said, "Hey, that friend of yours...what's his name?"

"He's Richard. Didn't you hear what the flashback told you?"

"No, not Richard, but that white draconian living like a hippie."

"Seiglet? What's with him?"

"To give you the truth, he was the one giving us food, and maybe that's the reason why we didn't start havoc. Anyway, after I watched the movie, can I ask your name?"

"Juagar Hadfreid."

"Then I'm Tonov Fren. I'll carry the big guy to a shelter, and we'll fix your car in no time."

"Yeah."

One of them approached Juagar, and said, "Hey, that's a Mothshov, right? It's a decade old, isn't it? I remember beating this car in a street race, but maybe it's not you..."

"Wait a sec, you're that shiny car user that crashed me 10 years ago!"

"That's not a Mothshov and...wait, you're the victim? I...I thought you died since you disappear from the night. You're the 'Spike Head' crew that beaten 12 races in a go!"

While they exchanged memories, Richard woke up when some thugs tried to wake him. He scanned everything, and somehow relieved that he didn't kill anyone and didn't wreck anything...except Juagar's car. Struggling to stand, he found Engrak on his hand, and used it to be a support, although some draconians tried to help him.

"Hey, you're great in the movies, man," said one of them. "I praised you more that Gretchen."

"That's not a movie, you idiot! It's a real thing!"

"W...wait, what are you two saying?"

The draconians turned their draconic heads toward him. Then they said, "You have a cool projection, man. You made us see your memories. Wow, you really are an alien, aren't you? Maybe if you consider being an action hero?"

"W...wait, you mean you saw my memories?!"

"More like that."

"Oh, damn...Engrak..."

"What? You want your friend to be killed?" said Engrak inside his mind. "Look, I only projected the serious parts. No secrets, okay? It's enough to convince them that you're not from this world and to get even with them."

He was silent for a moment, but then he said, "Alright, but don't you ever give any of those memories with Seraphor. Just don't. It's making me bad."

"Okay, I promise you, for one thing."

"What?"

"From this point, if you're in a condition where you need pick two choices, pick the one where you'll be out of everything that bothers you. Understand?"

Richard didn't know what he meant, but somehow he could imply that Engrak wanted to tell him about the risk he was now trying to fight back. Taking his breath, he said, "Deal."

After the misunderstanding, the draconians living in the streets started to befriend them, and especially Richard. While most former street racers befriended Juagar, Richard got himself some other refugees from Northorno, being very rare to see where they talked Spanish.

Richard was sitting on a somehow derelict bench watching some kids playing soccer after he recovered. He was watching them when an otherwise weird draconian walked to him. He had two pairs of horns, red and black scales, yellow and red eyes, and menacing wings. At first Richard thought he was hallucinating watching a dragon, but then he walked to him and said, "Hey, you're the rampaging golden drake, right? Hey, you're lucky that bench didn't let you fall."

"You want to sit?"

"No, I won't risk that. Nothing in this street is well intact." He smiled to Richard, exposing his saw-like teeth. "Anyway, what's your name?"

"Richard."

"Richard, huh? That's a cool name! I never heard anyone ever gave their sons that name, nor even I met one with that name before you."

"Haha...right..."

"I'm Schrosharx. I live across this road."

"Well, that looks like a...black building?"

"No, you silly! That's a burned-out apartment! 2 years ago, some useless goons burned it down because we didn't pay rent, and it's now in a process of rebuild. At least I lived on the first floor...otherwise I'll never get any shelter from rain."

Richard wanted to laugh, but he was afraid this girlish draconian was not trying to be kidding, and he was afraid that he had strength just like the appearance.

"So, why didn't you ever consider moving?"

Schrosharx became silent for a moment, but then he walked toward the bench and whispered, "You are not blind, right? Do you see my appearance?"

"I see it damn right, okay, Schrosharx? Look, that's a dragon's body and for me that's...oh shit!"

"What? You think I'm using a costume?" said Schrosharx with angry tone.

"No! I mean, just forget what I said," replied the golden drake with a sigh.

"I insist, okay?"

"No I mean, I'm not..."

"Hmmm, and you think I'm not being skeptical about this?"

"No, it's complicated to..."

"C'mon, that's a simple thing, okay? Dragons are just action heroes, and fictionalized. If you think I'm using a costume, just try it."

"Try what?"

"Scratch me, of course! I'm not someone who will say 'ah, mommy! I've got a gash at my leg' while crying like a baby."

Although reluctant, Richard sighed and elongated his claws. Using a dragon's quick scratch attack, he made a gash to Schrosharx's left leg, making the draconian winced. There were five marks on the place where it landed and small trickle of blood came out from them. The red black draconian simply licked it.

"That's a deep cut you did," said Schrosharx. "But...at least it was like my own claws."

"That's a quick slash. I wanted to make a slight cut, but it ended into a gash, huh? Sorry."

"That's okay. I always accidently did this when I'm scratching myself. Although I had strong scales, my claws can penetrate it. Well, I'll sit here, then."

"W...wait! It though you said..."

When Schrosharx threw all of his weight down toward the bench, the old thing suddenly burst and made both of them fell. The old woods also left the splinters too small to make both draconians injured (in fact, their scales proved very hard). Schroshark burst into laughter after experiencing that.

"Oh, the fuck! I forgot about the bench!" said Schrosharx while laughing. "Oh, my ass hurts...."

"M...maybe I'll take my leave then. You can meet me after work tomorrow, okay?"

"Yeah, fine, funny dragon! Don't forget to call, ya?"

"Uh...I don't have your number."

"No, I mean to call me when you go to this street again! Goodbye, honey!"

After he walked back to Xeno Street (it's only one block away), Richard couldn't find anything weird about Schrosharx, but nothing on the draconian's body had any resemblance with any dragon breed he knew. After a while, he decided to go to the library and trying to find out about what the draconian was.

After Juagar became content with talking with his old rivals, he thanked the mechanics for repairing his car and he drove away, after promising the once racers so that they could go back to the streets after he talked with his friends. In the way, he suddenly remembered Richard and found that he disappeared from where he waited, leaving behind a destroyed chair. A quick thought made Juagar believed he was mugged, but thinking rationally, a skilled warrior like him couldn't be mugged easily. And, if there was any kind of fight, he could identify many things aside from a destroyed chair. Maybe Richard was sitting on an old bench close to depletion where upon sitting there made him fell because it could hold his weight. There was nothing new around this street, being a gang-ridden street (but still free to pedestrians).

When he went to Xeno Street to call of the day and have a drink, his cell phone rang. Juagar received it and it said, "Hello. Is this Juagar Hadfreid?"

"Yes, this is me. Who are you? What is your business with me?"

"Uh...I'm Vicsar, the one that...you know...trashed your car 10 years ago?"

"Yeah, I know your voice just fine now. You can save the..."

"I'm not trying to ask your forgiveness, my friend," he interrupted. "I just want to tell you about...uh, your car."

"What with my car?"

"Uh, the mechanics forgot to refuel your car, and from the bar, I can say you don't have any fuel left. Where are you now?"

"What? But I'm driving my car to Xeno Street! It's still okay when I..."

The car suddenly lost energy and it moved unpowered along the street. Juagar stopped the car using the brake, but he realized he couldn't push the car all the way to his home now, although he stopped directly in front of his watering hole. Feeling embarrassed by the fact, he said to the phone, "It has just off, man."

"Oh...I'll phone my friend living around that place. Just wait, okay?"

When the call ended, Juagar could only wait to the mysterious Juagar and the car mechanic by drinking some shots in his watering hole.