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Chapter Forty Eight: The Song of the Green Dragons

Unfortunately, the clock is ticking,
the hours are going by.
The past increases, the future recedes.
Possibilities decreasing, regrets mounting.

Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance


It was a faint call, at first, and then it gathers enough melody to alert the many brood that are affected by the seasonal changes, which primarily characterize the qualities that make the many known species of dragons dangerous if left on their own, untamed. There are many races in this side of the dimensional realities of the universe that are familiar of such knowledge, and so they are trying hard to avoid the dangers of these vulnerable places during the breeding period.

But this particular call is different from all the rest, because the Waterbred Dragons also appeal to the impetus of the said melody that prompts their species to be alerted to the need of procreating, the most dangerous moments that are crucial during the mating season. They emit a sound so strong that the sound waves ultimately destroys the weak materials in its way that may traverse in systematically as it moves in several direction, which is needed in the basic call for a Waterbred Dragon to find its suitable mate.


It is in this period within the yearly cycle (an estimation of time in this dimension for those readers that are not aware of this side of the universe) that is totally dreaded by the Peaceful Enclosures, because the sound waves in question can invasively penetrate the physical flesh of the human body, to breed and stay there, in order to produce more dragons to emerge in the form of a fertilized egg. But instead of this natural process of the Dragon specie being consummated at will, the sound emitted by the curious waterbred brings more peril to the organic matter of the human beings (from which it accidentally attaches itself) than it actually aids in the mechanism of the Dragon's reproductive cycle.

They knew of this fact to be very true because they have seen the complete transformation of their own kind to transform into zombies that then turn into vampires. It was too horrifying to see those who underwent the ugly metamorphosis turn into unimaginable monsters and then slowly perish from the detached Enclosure because of the lack of fresh blood that will satisfy their strange craving for the known diet that will fill their hunger.

The specie known as the Green Dragons heed the call. Slowly, but surely. The Waterbred Dragons are familiar to this mating tune, as well. Then, they, too, will slowly start their singing hawl.

The sound is now becoming louder and louder for the human ear to hear, but this time the Peaceful Enclosures are knowledgable enough and ready to defend their inner territory from the invasive sound waves that may surely harm their flesh, mind, and soul.

There were a strict rules adapted by the Governance Commission of the Government Owned and Controlled Enclosures about the proper protocols in place once the mating season started. After being forcefully submerged from this fluid for quite some time now, the New World of America have adapted to the perils of these sinister forces with the help of the Department of the Past and the Destiny Commission from the far away time segment somewhere. The organzations of the future provides the vital assistance to those trapped within the dysfunctional effects of the mainstream emergence of time travel.

The Destiny Commission has been tasked now to provide the needed data to study the Waterbred Dragons. The working document was determined by more than twenty "unofficial" prophecies that these dragon species, as determined by the passing of time, will ultimately emerge as the strongest of all other dragons and will then manifest itself as the raging form of all evil. There is a serious threat that needed to be subdued. This journey, after all, has its divinely inspired noble purpose, and the New World of America was meant to be here.

Only later will they know the full details of the Tale of Revelation.

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