NARRATOR:
In the one world that houses all terrains and races alike—otherwise known as "Omnilith"—a young magical user at the rank of magician named Mercer Bloodheart seeks to grow his strength, knowledge, and power to hopefully become a full-fledged sorcerer or wizard. But his main goal is to create his own guild in the hopes of uniting all the divided races under a banner of survival, friendship, and unity, to one day weather the slow-growing forces of darkness that seek to ravage the world. So let the story begin of how Mercer brought change to Omnilith like no other, to the world's prosperity.
FADE IN:
EXT. GRASSY PLAIN - DAY
A vast, secluded grassy plain stretches out endlessly, dotted with wildflowers and distant hills. No signs of civilization mar the horizon, save for a lone, weathered diner nestled in the middle of nowhere: the "Dragon Den." Smoke curls lazily from its chimney, and a faded sign swings gently in the breeze.
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INT. DRAGON DEN DINER - DAY
The interior is a cozy blend of rustic charm and hidden elegance—wooden tables scarred from years of use, flickering lantern light casting warm shadows, and a counter polished to a shine. Behind the counter moves PEARL, a tall, powerful, and graceful dragoness with deep red scales glowing with golden, lava-like patterns. Her chest and underbelly are lined with smooth, pale armor-like scales, while her long limbs and athletic curves show both strength and femininity. She has elegant horns sweeping back from her head, bright emerald eyes that glow with intelligence, and a flowing mane of silvery-white spines down her neck. Her vast crimson wings fade to dark ember tones, and a long, flexible tail ends in a metallic blade tip. She moves with fiery confidence, radiating beauty, heat, and strength.
She is an elegant creature of power and grace as she moves through her diner like a ballerina, cleaning tables and her counter with such thoroughness it would make even a neat freak envious. But unfortunately for her, that gracefulness is interrupted by the constant squirming around in her stomach from the oni she had recently swallowed whole for trying to skip out on a bill after eating the majority of her inventory without paying. After all, if there was one thing Pearl hated more than rude customers, it was customers who thought they could get a free meal without paying—the price becoming her meal as payment. Her more cold, sadistic, and mocking personality quickly takes over as she starts to berate the oni.
KUROHANA:
(angry yelling from inside Pearl's stomach)
MMMPH!!!
The oni yells inside the dragon as she continues to violently move around inside her, as if trying to either go down fighting or give her a severe case of indigestion. Pearl flinches slightly at the sudden burst of movement, her cheeks flushing red with embarrassment as she clutches her stomach, fighting to maintain her composure.
PEARL:
H-hey! Quit squirming around in there! I-it's not my fault—you're the one who came to my establishment and ate all of my food and thought you could leave without paying. So… so stop being so unruly and accept your fate as my meal! OHHHHHHH-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho!
Kurohana then proceeds to charge up an electrical attack and punches the inside of her stomach, causing Pearl a large amount of discomfort that catches her off guard. This makes her more pissed off and more determined to make her prey a part of her permanently. Pearl gasps sharply, her body tensing as she feels the electrical shock course through her internal organs. Her emerald eyes flash with rage as she clutches her stomach, scales rippling with heat.
PEARL:
Y-you… YOU DARE TO ATTACK ME FROM INSIDE?! I'll make you regret ever stepping foot in my restaurant! You're going to stay inside me whether you like it or not, and I'll make sure you never forget who your master is!
Pearl slams her hand against her stomach, a fierce grin spreading across her face as she feels the pressure build.
PEARL:
Fine then. If you want to fight, I'll give you a fight. But you should know… my stomach is designed to handle much worse than your pathetic little punches. You're mine now, and there's nothing you can do about it!
The creature continues to violently fight. Finally, after gathering enough strength, Pearl clenches her right hand into a fist, which causes her arm to tense up and show veins before she delivers a strong punch to her stomach, stunning the oni long enough for her to clench her stomach to perfectly restrict the oni with the walls of her stomach, keeping her perfectly still so she could digest her without trouble. Pearl grins with satisfaction as she feels the oni's movements slow to a halt. Her stomach muscles contract firmly, ensuring her prey remains completely immobilized.
PEARL:
(taunting)
Finally, some peace and quiet. You're mine now, fully at my mercy. Let's see how you handle being properly digested.
The sound of the entrance bell rings as the door opens, gaining Pearl's attention.
MERCER:
Hello… is this restaurant still open?
PEARL:
Sorry sir, but I'm afraid that I am a bit busy with—
The moment she turns around, her heart flutters and starts moving faster when she sees the individual who, even though his stature is short like a dwarf, has features that are beautiful as if he was a jewel that she had to keep. Pearl's eyes widen as she takes in the newcomer's stunning features, her heart racing with an unfamiliar sensation. She straightens her posture, trying to maintain her composure despite the internal chaos of her stomach.
PEARL:
I… I apologize for the delay. Yes, we're still open. What can I get for you, sir?
MERCER:
I'll start off with a glass of water, and a menu to look at and make a long decision if that's OK?
Pearl nods sharply, trying to keep her voice steady as she reaches for a menu.
PEARL:
Of course. Take your time deciding. The water will be right up.
Pearl pours the water with practiced precision, her eyes occasionally darting to the short but beautiful stranger. She places the glass on the table, her movements slightly stiff with nervous energy.
PEARL:
Here you go. The menu is right here. Is there anything else I can get for you?
MERCER:
Thanks, and you take all the time you need to handle your tummy problem while I look over this wonderful menu and all of its exotic delicacies.
Pearl freezes momentarily, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she realizes the oni's struggle is noticeable. She quickly composes herself, her voice becoming more commanding.
PEARL:
Yes… my tummy problem. It's nothing to concern yourself with. Please enjoy your meal. I'll be back to check on you shortly.
Pearl moves away from the table, keeping her movements controlled despite the constant pressure from within. She steals glances at the stranger, her mind divided between her duties and the persistent struggle of her new prey.
MERCER:
By the way, I love the decor and the atmosphere of this place, but don't you think it's a bit isolating to have a restaurant in such an isolated area?
Pearl pauses mid-step, turning back to face the stranger with a calculating smile.
PEARL:
Isolation has its advantages. Fewer distractions means better focus on what truly matters—the quality of the food and service. Besides, I prefer my privacy. Too many people around can be… tiresome.
(whispering to herself)
And of course, getting rid of bodies without anybody causing a commotion, hehehe…
MERCER:
Hm? What is that?
Pearl's eyes narrow slightly, her scales flaring with heat at the slip of her tongue. She steps closer to the stranger, her voice dropping to a whisper.
PEARL:
Just thinking aloud. Nothing to worry about. Though I must say, you have quite the sharp hearing.
MERCER:
Of course, and by the way, you are a very nice and elegant dragon with very hospitable manners.
Pearl's expression softens slightly, though her eyes remain sharp and calculating. She straightens her posture, pride evident in her stance.
PEARL:
Thank you for noticing. I pride myself on maintaining a professional and refined atmosphere. It's what sets my establishment apart from the rest.
MERCER:
Well, either way, this place is fantastic and I— I'm sorry, I forgot to ask for your name.
(he says with a smile as he rubs his head in embarrassment)
Pearl tilts her head slightly, a hint of amusement crossing her features as she watches the stranger's embarrassment.
PEARL:
My name is Pearl. And yours? Though I must say, your name must be quite lovely too.
MERCER:
Thanks. Name's Mercer Bloodheart. By the way, Pearl—that's a funny name for a fire dragon. I thought it would be something that would have a bit more flare to it. Hahahaha!!!
Pearl's eyes narrow at the mention of her name, a flash of irritation crossing her face before she forces a polite smile.
PEARL:
Mercer Bloodheart… What an interesting name. And yes, my name may seem plain, but it suits me perfectly. I prefer elegance over flashiness.
MERCER:
Of course. In fact, I didn't mean any ridicule because the fact is that since you chose your name because you wanted it rather than trying to stick to the norm of what normal dragon society would ask of you to pick, it just makes your name much more special.
Pearl's expression softens slightly, her initial annoyance replaced by curiosity. She studies Mercer with newfound interest.
PEARL:
(chuckling)
You're quite perceptive, Mercer. Most would simply assume my name is ordinary. But you see beyond that. Perhaps there's more to you than meets the eye. Gosh, I sure hope so.
MERCER:
Well, I chose my name from a bedtime story.
Pearl raises an eyebrow, genuinely intrigued now. She leans forward slightly, her wings shifting behind her.
PEARL:
A bedtime story? Tell me more about this story that inspired such a unique name.
MERCER:
Well, it was about an individual who risked everything to try and hold the world together, even though it was constantly fighting to separate, until eventually he ended up sacrificing everything he had to ensure it continued to exist perfectly with a much newer outlook that brought joy and happiness to everyone.
Pearl listens intently, her usual cold demeanor softening as she absorbs the story. A flicker of something—perhaps respect—crosses her features.
PEARL:
An admirable tale. Sacrifice for the greater good… not many would make that choice. It takes strength and conviction to give up everything for the sake of others.
MERCER:
Absolutely. And since the individual was a magical user, I dove myself into learning about the mystical arts and started working with several individuals around the lands to achieve the rank of magician, but hopefully one day I'll either reach the ranks of sorcerer or even a wizard if I'm lucky.
Pearl's eyes light up with genuine interest, her cold exterior momentarily forgotten. She leans closer, her voice carrying a hint of excitement.
PEARL:
A magician? And aspiring to become a sorcerer or even a wizard? That's quite an ambitious goal. Magic requires both power and knowledge. You must be quite skilled to have reached the rank of magician.
MERCER:
Hehehe… I'm just lucky to have had some great teachers to help point me in the right direction while doing research on old magic and creating some spells on my own. But my real goal is to one day open up a massive guild that will be a hub where all the races from across the lands can come to help connect with one another in the pursuit of survival, friendship, and unity against the slow-growing darkness that once ravaged the world.
Pearl listens with growing intensity, her scales shimmering with interest. The concept of unity and survival resonates deeply with her own protective instincts.
PEARL:
A guild for all races… an impressive vision. But tell me, what makes you believe you can unite such diverse beings? The darkness you speak of… is it a threat that requires such unity?
MERCER:
Well… the thing is that there are interactions with other races from different kingdoms, but they're very circumstantial. And as for the darkness, there have already been records of small instances of shadowy creatures attacking people from around the lands, but they are few in number. I believe that it might potentially be just a prelude to something big coming, just like in the legends of old. And honestly, I believe it would be foolish not to take that into consideration.
Pearl's expression becomes serious, her eyes narrowing as she considers the implications. She crosses her arms, her wings folding closer to her body.
PEARL:
Shadowy creatures… an ominous sign indeed. If your theory is correct, this darkness could pose a serious threat. And you believe forming this guild could help prepare for it?
MERCER:
Creating the guild would open a massive window to culture and bring other races together, ensuring that not only do we grow together as one civilization, but also help us to properly not just prepare, but also be more alert and ready should the worst come.
Pearl nods slowly, her analytical mind processing the information. She paces back and forth, her tail swishing thoughtfully.
PEARL:
Your plan has merit. Bringing together different cultures could provide valuable insights. And having a network of prepared individuals ready to respond… it's a strategic move. But such a guild requires resources and trust. How do you plan to establish it?
MERCER:
I have my methods, but more importantly, I'm mostly focused on acquiring interesting individuals from all races to help promote my dream and idea. Which is the main reason why I came to this remote area—because I'm looking for a certain individual.
Pearl stops pacing, her eyes narrowing with renewed interest. She studies Mercer with a calculating gaze.
PEARL:
An individual? And what makes this person so special that you would venture into my isolated territory to find them?
MERCER:
Well… I'm not too highly knowledgeable on the creature, but from what witnesses have said, it's a red monster with horns with a spiked club, and it tends to have a nasty temper while attacking people that either enter its territory or tries to challenge it to a battle?
The information strikes a blow to Pearl, especially since the creature he was looking for was the thing she had in her stomach. Which would be incredibly embarrassing for her to have to explain why it was inside her and would ruin her already structured charm and elegance, and even make her seem like a monster. So she decides to deny ever seeing anything like it and even jokes about it as if it was a myth.
PEARL:
A red monster with horns and a spiked club? Sounds like something out of a fairy tale. I've never encountered such a creature here. Perhaps you've been misinformed.
Unfortunately for Pearl, the oni was still conscious enough to hear everything and immediately starts to thrash out more violently inside her stomach, catching her off guard. Pearl stumbles slightly, her composure cracking as the oni's renewed struggle makes her stomach muscles tense. She quickly presses her hand against her abdomen, trying to maintain her facade.
PEARL:
I… I need to excuse myself for a moment. The kitchen calls.
She hurries away, her movements slightly off-balance as she fights to control the situation within her.
MERCER:
Are you all right, Miss Pearl?
Pearl freezes mid-step, her scales flushing with embarrassment. She turns back slowly, trying to mask her discomfort with a forced smile.
PEARL:
I'm… fine. Just a minor stomach issue. Nothing to worry about.
The oni's thrashing continues, causing her to wince slightly despite her efforts to appear normal.
MERCER:
OK… well, you do your thing. I'll continue to look at this menu.
Pearl nods curtly, relief evident in her expression. She quickly retreats to the kitchen, muttering under her breath.
PEARL:
(to herself)
This creature is going to be the death of me…
Once she is secluded, she immediately begins to berate and yell at the still-living creature inside her, especially since it was going to ruin her chance of actually finding her a mate—since all the other potential mates she ended up eating and digesting because they were either too dull or too over the top or didn't fit her criteria. Which made her infamous among dragons. The oni's thrashing becomes more erratic as Pearl's harsh words echo in her stomach. Despite her best efforts to subdue it, the creature seems to be gaining strength from her frustration.
PEARL:
Stop moving! You're making this impossible! I've worked too hard to find someone worthy, and now you're ruining everything!
Pearl slams her fist against her stomach in frustration, causing a loud thumping sound. The oni suddenly pauses its movements, as if sensing Pearl's desperation. A muffled chuckle emanates from within, followed by a deliberate wiggle that makes Pearl's scales bristle.
PEARL:
Oh, you think this is funny?
(hissing through clenched teeth)
You're nothing but a nuisance! I'll make sure you regret ever crossing me!
The oni's response is clear—a defiant surge of movement that makes Pearl stagger backward. Her patience snaps as she slams both hands against her stomach, attempting to crush the defiant creature.
PEARL:
Enough! I've had enough of your games! You will submit to me!
Her voice carries a dangerous edge as her scales glow with heat. The oni inside her isn't having any of her attitude and immediately begins to thrash out even harder, letting out her electricity, causing Pearl to fall to the floor as if she was desperately trying to fight her way out—as if she wanted to meet the person. Pearl crashes to the ground, the impact knocking the wind from her lungs. The oni's electricity courses through her body, causing her muscles to spasm uncontrollably. She grits her teeth, fighting against the pain.
PEARL:
You… you stubborn creature! I won't let you escape!
MERCER (O.S.):
Miss Pearl! Are you all right? I heard a loud noise in the kitchen. Can I help you with anything?!
Pearl's eyes widen in panic as Mercer's voice reaches her ears. She struggles to maintain her composure, but the oni's continued thrashing makes it impossible to hide her predicament.
PEARL:
I-I'm fine! Just… just a minor kitchen accident!
(voice cracking slightly as another jolt of electricity courses through her)
Please… stay back!
Pearl quickly tries to speed up her digestion of the oni, but it only makes her fight even harder as the two are both locked in a current stalemate that has Pearl moaning. The combination of the oni's resistance and Pearl's desperate attempts to speed up digestion creates an uncomfortable situation. Pearl's moans echo through the kitchen as she writhes on the floor, her body caught in a cycle of pain and pressure.
PEARL:
Please… just… give up already!
(gasping between breaths, her usual cold demeanor completely shattered by the intense struggle)
Even with Pearl using her more potent digestive acids, it still isn't enough, causing her frustration. Pearl's frustration grows with each failed attempt. Her scales begin to glisten with sweat as she pushes her body to its limits. The oni seems to be taunting her with every continued movement.
PEARL:
Why won't you just… submit? I've never had this much trouble before!
Finally, Mercer comes into the kitchen and sees her on the ground, literally having an internal battle as he sees her stomach stretching and moving aggressively, as if there was someone inside fighting for its life. Pearl's head snaps up at the sound of footsteps. Her eyes widen in horror as she sees Mercer standing there, witnessing her most embarrassing moment. Her stomach continues its violent movements, completely undermining her attempts to appear dignified.
PEARL:
I… I can explain…
She tries to push herself up, but the oni's resistance keeps her firmly pinned to the floor. Mercer stands frozen, his eyes fixed on the scene before him. Pearl's face burns with shame as she struggles to maintain her composure, but the constant movement in her stomach betrays everything.
PEARL:
It's not what it looks like…
(managing weakly, knowing full well how ridiculous that sounds)
MERCER:
Don't worry, Miss Pearl. I'll handle this. I know just the spell that'll help remove whatever problem you might have in you.
(he claims as he raises his hands and starts channeling magic as he begins chanting; magical tendrils begin to seep into Pearl's stomach and wrap around the creature inside her until it is fully covered)
Pearl watches in astonishment as Mercer's magic takes effect. The tendrils wrap around the oni, finally stilling its movements. Relief floods through her body as the pressure begins to ease.
PEARL:
You… you can actually help?
(gasping, her voice filled with disbelief and hope)
MERCER:
Yes ma'am, which is why I'm going to teleport it out of you!
Finally, Mercer proceeds to clench both of his hands and, with a tossing motion, he magically phases the creature out of her stomach and into the dining area. Pearl collapses back onto the floor, panting heavily as the oni is finally expelled from her body. She watches in awe as it materializes in the dining area, her stomach feeling suddenly hollow and empty.
PEARL:
You… you actually did it… How did you…
MERCER:
Don't worry about it. How are you feeling?
Pearl takes a deep breath, her scales slowly returning to their normal color. She rubs her stomach gingerly, still feeling the lingering effects of the struggle.
PEARL:
I'm… I'm better now. Thank you.
(looking up at Mercer with a mix of gratitude and lingering embarrassment)
I've never had someone witness… that before.
Afterwards, Mercer proceeds to leave the kitchen as he goes to take care of the creature that caused Pearl harm.
MERCER:
I don't know what you are, but I have some words with you that I—
As the creature continues gasping for air and finally turns around, he sees the creature and he immediately gasps with both shock and surprise.
MERCER:
Are you the creature that's been going around fighting adventurers?
The oni, still disoriented from being forcibly removed, turns to face Mercer. Its eyes narrow dangerously as it recognizes him.
KUROHANA:
You… you're the one who sent those adventurers after me? I'll make you pay for that!
MERCER:
H-Hold on a minute. I didn't send any of those adventurers after you. In fact, I came here because I wanted to recruit you.
KUROHANA:
(anger faltering slightly, confusion replacing some of its rage)
Recruit me? For what?
(circling Mercer cautiously, its spiked club raised defensively)
Why would you want to recruit someone who fights adventurers?
MERCER:
Because you are an interesting creature who society doesn't really have any form of information on. So with that said, would you care to join my guild called the Covenant of Fire?
(he says enthusiastically as he sticks a hand out to her with the biggest smile)
The oni studies Mercer's outstretched hand with suspicion, electricity still sparking around its body.
KUROHANA:
The Covenant of Fire? What exactly is this guild of yours?
(though there's a hint of curiosity in its voice)
MERCER:
My soon-to-be-formed guild is to help unite all races—not just for survival but also for friendship and unity of cultures so that way everyone can find their place no matter what they look like.
The oni's eyes narrow thoughtfully. The concept seems to strike a chord with it.
KUROHANA:
Unity and survival…
(muttering, its spiked club lowering slightly)
And you think someone like me could fit into such a guild?
MERCER:
I don't just think—I believe you have so much potential to be one of the many creatures that helps reinforce my dream.
The oni considers this, the electricity around it gradually fading. Its expression softens slightly, showing a glimpse of vulnerability.
KUROHANA:
And what if I say no?
(though there's less hostility in its tone now)
MERCER:
I'll be disappointed, but if that's your choice, I will gladly acknowledge it and walk away and leave you be.
The oni watches Mercer carefully, searching for any signs of deception. After a long moment, it finally speaks.
KUROHANA:
You're different from those adventurers. They wanted to kill me. You want to… recruit me.
(lowering its club completely, a decision forming in its mind)
MERCER:
I'm a dreamer and a child at heart, and where people see fear, I see potential for something greater.
The oni's lips curl into a slight smirk, its demeanor shifting from hostile to intrigued.
KUROHANA:
A dreamer and a child at heart… I've never met someone like you before.
(stepping closer, extending its own hand)
Very well. I'll join your guild. But don't expect me to play nice with everyone.
MERCER:
Awesome!!!
(he shouts at the top of his lungs as he channels the magical energy into a finger snap that proceeds to not only clean up her appearance but also heal her of any potential burns that she might've gotten from Pearl's stomach acid)
The oni flinches slightly at the sudden shout, but quickly composes itself. It looks down at its now-healed body, a mix of surprise and grudging respect in its eyes.
KUROHANA:
You're quite powerful for someone so… enthusiastic.
(muttering, straightening its posture)
What now, guild master?
MERCER:
Well, first off, I want to take a moment to get to know you better. So do you have a name, and are you the only member of your species around?
The oni crosses its arms, its spiked club resting against its shoulder.
KUROHANA:
My name is Kurohana. And no, I'm not the only one of my kind. There are others scattered throughout the lands. But they prefer solitude, like me.
MERCER:
Interesting… and what type of creature are you?
KUROHANA:
(eyes gleaming with pride)
I am an oni. A creature of power and strength. We possess immense physical abilities and command control over electricity and other elements depending on the type of oni.
(flexing its muscles, electricity crackling between its fingers)
MERCER:
(practically has stars in his eyes)
So there's more of your kind, and there's different types who can control other elements just like dragons?
KUROHANA:
(smirking at Mercer's enthusiasm)
Indeed. There are different types of oni. Some control fire, others water, and some even master multiple elements. Though not as diverse as dragons, we have our own unique abilities.
(creating a small bolt of lightning in its palm)
MERCER:
Fascinating… by the way, my name is Mercer Bloodheart!
KUROHANA:
Mercer Bloodheart… A name worthy of a guild master.
(looking around the restaurant)
So, what now? Should we start planning this guild of yours?
MERCER:
Of course, but first.
(he turns his head at the somewhat ashamed-looking Pearl who was turned around as if she knew she wasn't needed as she held onto her sides)
Hey, Miss Pearl!
Pearl flinches at the sound of her name, slowly turning around. Her face is still flushed with embarrassment from the earlier incident.
PEARL:
Y-yes?
He proceeds to walk towards where Pearl was as he goes behind the counter, and as he looks up and meets her gaze, he sticks a hand out to her. Pearl hesitates, her scales still flushed with shame. She reluctantly reaches out to shake Mercer's hand, her movements stiff and uncertain.
PEARL:
What… what do you want?
(asking quietly, clearly uncomfortable with the situation)
MERCER:
I would like for you to join my guild as well.
Pearl's eyes widen in shock, her grip on Mercer's hand tightening slightly.
PEARL:
Me? Join your guild?
(glancing between Mercer and Kurohana, confusion evident on her face)
But I… I'm not like either of you. I'm just a dragon who… who eats people.
MERCER:
That doesn't matter. After all, everyone has their own way of living.
(he says casually, as if he was just dismissing the whole ordeal and just looking forward)
Pearl stares at him, completely baffled by his casual acceptance. She releases his hand, taking a step back.
PEARL:
You… you don't care that I'm a dragon who ate people? That I just had one of your potential guild members in my stomach?
MERCER:
Well, you're a dragon, so it's only natural that you'd practically be able to eat anything. And besides, you didn't really digest her completely as she's standing right here, so it all works out.
(he says as he playfully starts chuckling)
Pearl's jaw drops at Mercer's casual attitude. She looks between him and Kurohana, who is watching the exchange with growing amusement.
PEARL:
You're… you're impossible.
(finally managing to say, a mix of disbelief and something else in her voice)
Most people would be running for the hills after seeing what I did.
MERCER:
(shrugging)
Well, I'm not like most people, and I am very forgiving.
Pearl studies him carefully, her scales starting to return to their normal color.
PEARL:
Forgiving… and reckless.
(muttering, though there's a hint of respect in her tone)
You really are something else, Mercer Bloodheart.
MERCER:
Thank you. Now again, would you be willing to join my currently starting-up guild? We could always use a great cook, and it would be a bonus if that cook happens to be a very nice, lovely, and elegant dragon.
Pearl's pride visibly swells at the compliment about her cooking skills. She straightens her posture, a glimmer of her usual elegance returning.
PEARL:
A guild that values both strength and culinary skills… I suppose I could consider it.
(looking at Kurohana, who gives her a challenging smirk)
But I have one condition.
MERCER:
Sure.
PEARL:
(eyes narrowing slightly, her tone becoming more commanding)
I want to be the head chef. I won't be treated like some common cook. If I'm joining this guild, I'll do it on my terms. Understood? The main point of my guild is for not just people who are interesting to join, but also to have them be themselves and at their own unique flair.
Pearl nods, satisfied with the response. A small smile appears on her face.
PEARL:
Good. I'll join your guild, but I expect to be treated with the respect I deserve.
He smiles, still keeping his hand raised up to her. Pearl accepts the offer, shakes his hand, before pulling him up to her chest and holding him tightly like a teddy bear, and starts cuddling and shifting from side to side, as if she just found her perfect partner. Pearl's cold demeanor completely melts as she hugs Mercer tightly. She nuzzles his head against her chest, her wings wrapping around him protectively.
PEARL:
(murmuring, her voice softer than before)
Finally… someone who accepts me for who I am.
Kurohana watches the scene with a mixture of amusement and slight jealousy. She crosses her arms, electricity crackling slightly.
KUROHANA:
Well, this is going to be an interesting guild indeed.
Pearl turns to Kurohana, her smile turning into a challenging smirk.
PEARL:
Looks like we'll be guildmates, Oni. Hope you can handle my… culinary demands.
KUROHANA:
(smirking with a bit of annoyance as she turns around with her arms crossed)
As long as those demands don't involve you trying to eat me again, then I can tolerate your existence.
PEARL:
(laughing, a genuine sound of amusement)
No promises there.
(tightening her grip on Mercer, who seems perfectly content being her personal teddy bear)
But I'll try to restrain myself… for now.
MERCER:
Ladies, ladies, let's not start fighting already. We're supposed to be forming a guild, remember?
Pearl reluctantly loosens her grip slightly, but keeps Mercer close.
PEARL:
Fine. For now.
(glancing at Kurohana)
But I'm still going to make sure everyone knows who's in charge of the kitchen. Understood? Now can we leave?
PEARL:
Yes, let's go.
(nodding, finally releasing Mercer from her embrace. She straightens her dress, regaining her elegant composure)
Lead the way, guild master.
As they walk out of the diner, Pearl snaps out of her cuddling delusion and begins to wonder what would happen to her diner since she would be joining Mercer's guild, and doesn't want to leave it to be ransacked or have someone else take ownership or possibly come back to see it destroyed. Mercer notices Pearl's sudden change in demeanor and expression.
MERCER:
Something wrong, Miss Pearl? You seem troubled.
PEARL:
(hesitating, clearly conflicted)
It's just… what will happen to my restaurant? I've worked so hard to build it up. I can't just leave it behind.
MERCER:
Oh! You're right—that would be a terrible thing to leave behind. So why not I just bring it along with us?
PEARL:
(eyes widening in surprise and hope)
You… you can do that? You can bring my restaurant with us?
MERCER:
Of course. In fact, I'll do it the same way I carry my home. As long as you will allow me to do so.
Pearl nods eagerly, her usual coldness completely gone.
PEARL:
Yes! Yes, please do. I can't bear the thought of leaving my restaurant behind. It's… it's everything to me.
He nods to her as she proceeds to put his small figure down. Mercer proceeds to place his hands together and starts chanting as his hands begin to illuminate with magical energy until he then proceeds to blow a bubble with his hand that begins to float towards her restaurant until it is above her building. Pearl watches in awe as the bubble envelops her restaurant, her scales glowing with excitement. She can feel the magic connecting to her building, lifting it effortlessly.
PEARL:
Incredible… it's actually working!
(exclaiming, unable to hide her amazement)
Mercer then begins to open his hands outward, causing the bubble to drastically expand outward until it not only engulfs the restaurant but also the cattle and the vegetable garden that was by the restaurant as well. He then proceeds to quickly place his arms together, causing the bubble to begin compressing until finally what was on the ground was a crystallized orb. And as Pearl picks it up, she can see not just the restaurant, but the cattle and her garden in a suspended state. Pearl holds the orb delicately, her eyes filled with wonder as she examines her entire establishment preserved within the crystal.
PEARL:
This is… this is remarkable. You've truly outdone yourself, Mercer.
(turning to him, genuine gratitude in her voice)
Thank you. Thank you so much.
MERCER:
Aw, shucks, you're welcome, Pearl. I created that spell because I found myself getting homesick easily when I was away from my home, so I created a spell so I could bring it along with me and other heavy objects.
(he says joyfully as he proceeds to pull from his magical bag another orb, and as he carefully goes and places it up ahead in an open plane without the trees, he backs away back to the girls and with a snap of a finger, it begins to light up with blaring lights, and then the loud poof)
Pearl and Kurohana shield their eyes from the sudden brightness. When the light fades, they see a large, magnificent mansion standing where the orb was placed.
PEARL:
That's… that's your home?
(asking, her jaw dropping at the sight of the grand structure)
It's beautiful.
MERCER:
Thank you. I do my best to make sure it's nice and comfortable. Follow me so I can show you where you'll be staying inside of it.
Pearl and Kurohana exchange impressed glances before following Mercer towards the mansion. Pearl carefully tucks the orb containing her restaurant into her pocket, still marveling at its preservation.
PEARL:
Lead the way, guild master. I'm eager to see what other surprises you have in store.
As they walk to the mansion, he proceeds to ask Pearl why she ate Kurohana?
PEARL:
(glancing at Kurohana with a slight smirk)
I ate her because she was being stubborn and disrespectful. I don't tolerate such behavior in my establishment—especially when that disrespect comes in the form of an oni who decided to order a bunch of food and not only refuse to pay but also go and fight me and call it an after-meal battle.
(looking at Mercer with a hint of pride)
Though I must admit, she was quite… challenging to digest.
KUROHANA:
(growling lowly, her spikes bristling at the memory)
I wasn't being disrespectful. I was merely asserting my independence. And you totally caught me off guard when you offered me a place to quietly rest when you dragged me into one of your back rooms and then quickly swallowed me whole without even giving me a proper fight! Talk about being rude and disrespectful to a warrior.
PEARL:
(chuckling, clearly enjoying Kurohana's frustration)
Oh please, it's not my fault that you were so battle-ready that you didn't see the deceptive web I was weaving to ensnare and consume you. In battle, child, the main goal is not to be honorable, but instead to make sure that you're the one who's standing after the fighting. The fact is that if it wasn't me, it would've been someone else—so consider it a proper lesson in learning how not to get tricked, hm..?
KUROHANA:
(crossing her arms, still grumbling but unable to argue with Pearl's logic)
Fine. I'll take your lesson to heart. But next time, I won't be so easily caught off guard.
(glancing at Mercer)
And I expect you to teach me how to phase through solid objects like you did with me.
MERCER:
Sure. After all, I wouldn't want you getting eaten again and not have a way out.
KUROHANA:
Good. I refuse to be someone's next meal. Especially not someone as sneaky as this dragon.
(shooting Pearl a pointed look)
PEARL:
(rolling her eyes at Kurohana's glare)
Sneaky is part of my nature, Oni. And it's what makes me so effective.
(turning to Mercer)
Now, about those accommodations you mentioned…
Mercer smiles as they make it to the entrance of the mansion, which the doors are tall and big enough for Pearl's dragon form to walk through—which she takes the opportunity by enlarging herself to her true form. Pearl stretches her wings and neck, reveling in her true size. Her scales glisten in the light as she towers over both Mercer and Kurohana.
PEARL:
Much better.
(her voice echoing through the entrance hall)
This is more like it.
As the group steps inside, they see how beautiful and elegant the inside is—as it is clearly much bigger than it looks on the outside. Pearl's eyes widen as she takes in the magnificent interior. Her gaze sweeps across the ornate decorations, crystal chandeliers, and intricate carpets.
PEARL:
This is… stunning.
(breathing, her dragon form almost seeming smaller in comparison to the grandeur)
I've never seen anything like it.
MERCER:
Thank you. When I was making this place, I thought to myself that if this was going to potentially be a guild, I wanted to make sure there would be more than enough rooms and other essentials so it would be accommodating.
PEARL:
(nodding appreciatively, her tail swaying behind her)
You've certainly thought of everything.
(looking around, then glancing down at Kurohana)
Though I doubt this place will be big enough to contain all of my food storage.
MERCER:
Well then, let me show you to the kitchen.
As he leads them inside to the kitchen, Pearl almost has a dragon-sized heart attack as she looks through the kitchen door and sees how big and elegant the kitchen is, especially with all of the utensils—which makes her immediately shrink her form down to a manageable size and start looking over all of the kitchen supplies as she moves around with grace, practically dancing. Pearl practically skips around the kitchen, her scales gleaming with excitement as she examines each utensil and surface. She runs her claws along the marble countertops, purring with satisfaction.
PEARL:
This… this is perfection.
(whispering, completely entranced by the kitchen's layout and equipment)
I could create culinary masterpieces in here.
MERCER:
I'm glad you like it. When I created this kitchen, I wanted to make sure that every guild member had what they needed to create their most wonderful meals.
PEARL:
(stopping her exploration to face Mercer, her eyes sparkling with delight)
You've truly outdone yourself, guild master. This kitchen is more than I could have ever hoped for.
(gesturing dramatically)
I can already imagine the feasts I'll prepare here.
Pearl suddenly freezes, a mischievous glint appearing in her eyes as she looks at Kurohana.
PEARL:
Speaking of feasts…
(saying slowly, circling the oni)
I do believe I still owe you a proper meal, Oni. One that won't end with you in my stomach.
KUROHANA:
(tensing, eyeing Pearl warily as she circles her)
What kind of meal are you suggesting, dragon?
(cautiously, electricity crackling between her fingers)
Nothing that involves me being the main course, I hope.
PEARL:
(stopping directly in front of Kurohana, her smile widening)
Oh, don't worry. I have something much more… appropriate in mind.
(leaning closer, her voice dropping to a whisper)
But first, I need to know—what's your favorite dish?
KUROHANA:
(hesitating, clearly suspicious but intrigued)
I… I like anything with a good amount of spice.
(admitting reluctantly)
But why do you want to know?
PEARL:
(smile turning predatory as she straightens up)
Perfect. I have just the recipe in mind.
(turning to Mercer)
Guild master, would you be so kind as to show me where the pantry is?
MERCER:
It's on the left side of the wall close to the refrigerator. It's a walk-in pantry.
Pearl's eyes light up with anticipation as she heads toward the pantry, her tail swishing excitedly.
PEARL:
Wonderful.
(calling back to Kurohana)
Stay right there, Oni. This will only take a moment.
Pearl disappears into the pantry, leaving Kurohana standing in the kitchen. The sound of rustling and clinking can be heard from within.
KUROHANA:
(muttering to Mercer, her spikes bristling slightly)
What exactly is she planning?
MERCER:
I don't know, but I really am excited.
KUROHANA:
(glancing nervously at the pantry door, then back at Mercer)
You seem awfully cheerful about this. Aren't you worried about what she might be cooking?
MERCER:
Not at all. After all, she is a cook, and you did eat a lot out of her food before you ended up becoming a meal for her.
KUROHANA:
(scowling, crossing her arms defensively)
That was different. I was paying for it. And I had every intention of fighting my way out after I was finished.
Suddenly, Pearl emerges from the pantry, carrying several ingredients in her arms. Her expression is focused and determined as she arranges them on the counter.
PEARL:
Found everything I need.
(announcing, pretending to roll up sleeves that she didn't have in her dragon form)
Now, Oni, prepare to have your taste buds ignited.
Pearl starts moving around the kitchen with practiced efficiency, her movements fluid and graceful. She grabs various spices, herbs, and vegetables, all while humming to herself.
PEARL:
(muttering)
This is going to be a masterpiece. The perfect blend of flavors to satisfy even the most discerning palate.
MERCER:
Pearl, while you're cooking, do you mind if I bring her to the training room?
PEARL:
(glancing up from her cooking, her scales flashing with approval)
Of course, guild master. Go ahead. Just make sure to bring her back in one piece.
(returning to her work, adding a pinch of something to her mixture)
Mercer then proceeds to snap his fingers and teleport themselves into the training room. On the left side is workout equipment, while on the right side are training dummies ready for battle.
KUROHANA:
(looking around the training room, her warrior instincts kicking in as she assesses the equipment)
Impressive setup.
(eyeing the training dummies with interest)
Though I doubt these will be much of a challenge for me.
MERCER:
Go ahead and give them a fight with your club.
KUROHANA:
(grinning, electricity crackling around her club as she steps forward)
With pleasure.
She charges at the nearest dummy, swinging her weapon with tremendous force. The impact sends the dummy flying across the room, hitting the wall with a loud thud. Her attack was strong, but soon more and more dummies begin to swarm. Kurohana's eyes widen as the dummies multiply, but she quickly regains her composure. She spins her club in a wide arc, electrocuting several of them at once.
KUROHANA:
Is this supposed to be a challenge?
(taunting, though there's a hint of strain in her voice as more dummies continue to appear)
As she continues to drown herself in battle, Mercer had left the room and went down to the kitchen to try to help Pearl with her cooking. Pearl is completely focused on her cooking, her scales glowing with concentration. She's adding a final touch to the dish when Mercer enters.
PEARL:
Ah, guild master!
(greeting without looking up)
Just in time. The dish is almost ready.
MERCER:
Wow… that smells amazing. Do you need any help with anything?
PEARL:
(smiling, finally turning to face him)
Actually, yes. Could you fetch me that spice jar on the top shelf?
(pointing to a jar labeled 'Cajun Seasoning')
Once Pearl says that, she realizes her mistake and remembers how small and short Mercer was until she turns around and sees that he is at a normal height or even slightly taller as he reaches for the seasoning and hands it to her. Pearl's eyes widen in surprise as she takes the seasoning from him, her claws fumbling slightly.
PEARL:
How did you…?
(looking him up and down, her expression a mix of confusion and curiosity)
You were much smaller earlier.
MERCER:
Oh! I am so sorry. I forgot to mention—my size is very flexible. See, a while back when I was learning how to manipulate my form, I found that condensing myself tends to help me regulate magic better and also makes me seem non-threatening. Which is why I normally take my short form, but I'm more than capable of changing it to whatever height or shape I need.
PEARL:
(staring at him with newfound interest, her scales shimmering with intrigue)
Fascinating. You can manipulate your size at will?
(handing him the spice jar back)
That must be quite useful in combat situations.
MERCER:
It has its advantages, but more often than not, I just had to use it to be more passive.
PEARL:
(nodding thoughtfully, stirring the dish with renewed energy)
I can imagine. Being underestimated by opponents must give you quite the tactical advantage.
(glancing toward the training room)
How is our little oni handling the dummies?
MERCER:
She's enjoying herself. I'll go ahead and get the table set up and then go grab her.
PEARL:
(chuckling, adding the final ingredients to the dish)
Good. I want her to appreciate the effort I've put into this meal.
(carefully lifting the pan from the stove)
And I want her to know exactly who prepared it.
Mercer proceeds to immediately set up the table, making sure it is ready and helping Pearl with bringing food to the table as they chuckle while working together. Pearl arranges the plates with meticulous care, her movements graceful and practiced. The dish she prepared is a work of art—perfectly seasoned and plated with precision.
PEARL:
There.
(stepping back to admire their work)
It's ready. Let's fetch our guest.
Mercer snaps his fingers, and immediately she appears next to a seat. Kurohana stumbles slightly from the teleportation, catching herself against the table.
KUROHANA:
Warn a girl next time!
(snapping, then notices the spread of food)
What's all this for?
Pearl takes her seat at the head of the table, gesturing for Kurohana to sit.
PEARL:
(with a smirk)
A proper meal for a proper member. And a token of my culinary skills.
KUROHANA:
(eyeing the food suspiciously, then reluctantly takes a seat. She pokes at the dish with her fork)
It better not be poisoned.
(muttering, but her stomach growls loudly, betraying her hunger)
PEARL:
(laughing, her scales rippling with amusement)
Please. If I wanted you dead, I would have done it much more creatively than poisoning your food.
(taking a bite herself, savoring the flavors)
Now eat. I worked hard on this.
MERCER:
Wow, this is really amazing. You really know how to cook well.
PEARL:
(preening at the compliment, her pride evident)
Of course I do.
(taking another bite, watching Kurohana intently)
Well? What do you think, Oni? Is it to your taste?
Kurohana hesitates, then reluctantly takes a bite. Her eyes widen as the flavors explode on her tongue.
KUROHANA:
This… this is incredible.
(admitting begrudgingly, taking another bite with more enthusiasm)
PEARL:
(smirking triumphantly, her scales gleaming with satisfaction)
I know.
(saying smugly)
I am the best cook you'll ever have the pleasure of eating with.
From there, the three begin to chat and talk with one another, and much to Mercer's happiness, Pearl and Kurohana—who by all rights, after their incident, should have never considered the fact of being potential guild members or even friends—but right in front of him, they are eating together and enjoying their company, even if they are insulting each other playfully as if they were rivals. The atmosphere at the table is surprisingly comfortable. Pearl and Kurohana trade barbs back and forth, but there's a camaraderie developing that neither would have expected.
PEARL:
You know, for an oni, you're not completely insufferable.
(taking another bite)
KUROHANA:
(snorting, electricity crackling around her fingers as she points her fork at Pearl)
And for a dragon, you're not entirely hideous.
(retorting, though there's a hint of a smile on her face)
MERCER:
I'm so glad to have you two as part of this guild, and I can't wait for the others that end up joining.
PEARL:
(raising an eyebrow at Mercer)
Others? How many more are you planning to recruit?
(her tone both curious and slightly concerned)
MERCER:
More than enough to know that whenever someone hears about the Covenant of Fire, it brings them both joy and wonder with the desire to join automatically.
KUROHANA:
(leaning forward, intrigued)
And what makes this guild so special that people will just… join automatically?
(her competitive nature piqued)
MERCER:
The camaraderie.
Pearl and Kurohana exchange glances, both slightly taken aback by the simple answer.
PEARL:
That's it?
(asking skeptically)
Just… camaraderie?
MERCER:
Of course. After all, even though I want to make this place a hub for survival, it should also be for friendship and growing together, forming bonds that never will break.
Pearl's expression softens slightly, though she tries to hide it.
PEARL:
Sentimental nonsense.
(muttering, but there's no real bite in her words)
KUROHANA:
(seeming lost in thought, her spikes twitching slightly as she processes this new information)
True, but the fact is you two are here, and by all means you should be fighting after the incident you two were in. But instead, here you are eating and enjoying each other's company.
PEARL:
(rolling her eyes but doesn't deny it)
Yes, well…
(fidgeting with her fork)
I suppose the food has temporarily distracted us from our differences.
KUROHANA:
(nodding slowly)
It's… different. But not unpleasant.
(admitting, looking between Pearl and Mercer)
MERCER:
Hahahaha!!!
Pearl and Kurohana both glare at Mercer's laughter.
PEARL:
What's so funny?
(demanding, her scales flushing slightly with embarrassment)
MERCER:
Nothing. As I said before, I'm just glad to have you two as the first two members.
PEARL:
(huffing, crossing her arms)
Well, don't get too excited. We might still end up killing each other tomorrow.
(muttering, though there's a playful glint in her eye)
KUROHANA:
(smirking)
Only if you can catch me first, dragon.
After dinner, he proceeds to take them to the West Wing of the mansion down the hallway that seems to stretch on forever as he proceeds to bring them to two rooms.
MERCER:
Kurohana, your room is on the left, and your room, Pearl, is on the right next to her.
As she opens the door, she sees that it is just a blank void. Pearl looks at the empty room with disdain.
PEARL:
This is… underwhelming.
(saying flatly, her tail swishing in disappointment)
Where's the furniture? The decorations? The creature comforts?
MERCER:
Both of these rooms are personal pocket dimensions, and the moment you both step into one and think about what you would want it to look like, it will take on your mental image.
KUROHANA:
(raising an eyebrow, intrigued by this concept)
So we just… think about what we want?
(stepping into her room, closing her eyes)
PEARL:
(following suit, muttering under her breath)
Let's see if this works…
There's a moment of silence, then suddenly the rooms begin to transform. Pearl's room takes on a luxurious restaurant theme, with polished wooden floors, elegant chandeliers, and a massive kitchen. Kurohana's room transforms into a traditional oni training area, complete with straw dummies and training equipment. Both rooms reflect their owners' personalities perfectly. Pearl immediately starts exploring her kitchen, her scales glowing with delight as she tests the appliances and storage space.
PEARL:
Now this is more like it.
(purring, running her claws along the countertops)
KUROHANA:
(inspecting her training area, testing the weight of her equipment and performing a few practice swings)
Not bad.
(saying approvingly, electricity crackling from her club)
MERCER:
Please, ladies, enjoy your rooms.
PEARL:
(waving dismissively, already focused on organizing her kitchen)
We will.
(saying absently, already planning menus in her head)
KUROHANA:
(nodding, settling into a meditative stance)
Thank you, guild master.
(saying respectfully, her spikes relaxing slightly)
And with that, he proceeds to close each of their room's doors and leaves to go deal with his own matters as he goes to his room, where he walks to a floating orb and begins channeling energy to regulate his home's existence. The orb pulses with magical energy as Mercer channels his power, maintaining the stability of the mansion and its pocket dimensions. The orb glows brighter with each surge of magic, responding to his control like an extension of his own body.
Suddenly, a shadowy figure appears from the side of the room.
SHADOWY FIGURE:
So, I see you managed to get a good headstart on your dream with your first two members, even though they are so unorthodox.
Mercer, who was still continuing to regulate the magical mana output from the orb, proceeds to answer the figure with the same peaceful and relaxed manner he's always had.
MERCER:
I know—isn't it wonderful? I really can't wait to see what more individuals I'll be able to gather for my guild.
SHADOWY FIGURE:
(chuckling, their form shifting slightly in the shadows)
Indeed. Though I must say, recruiting a dragon and an oni… quite the bold move.
(stepping closer, their voice carrying a hint of amusement)
Are you sure they won't tear each other apart?
MERCER:
Nah… in fact, I think somewhere down the line they'll be good friends or at least have common ground. After all, that's the point of my guild—to introduce different types of beings and cultures to one another to form a strong unity. But more importantly, how's everything going on your end? Or rather, how is the reconnaissance for the creatures of the end that have been spawning?
SHADOWY FIGURE:
(form flickering with dark energy)
The spawning is increasing. More Endermen, more Shulkers, and reports of strange new creatures emerging from the void.
(their voice takes on a more serious tone)
And there's been whispers of something… different. Something powerful and ancient stirring beneath the surface.
MERCER:
(sighing)
Well, that's not good… I'd hoped I'd at least have a lot more time to be able to relax and slowly get my guild up and going, but I guess I'm going to have to unfortunately start kicking things into high gear instead of taking things at a time.
SHADOWY FIGURE:
(nodding solemnly)
You'll need to act quickly. Whatever's coming, it won't wait for you to finish building your guild.
(their form shifts closer, voice dropping to a whisper)
And I fear it may have its eyes set on your mansion already.
MERCER:
I'll make sure to beef up defenses and add more dislocating enchantments to keep whatever this ending presence is far away from noticing what I'm doing. But I'm still gonna be relying on you for reports and information.
SHADOWY FIGURE:
(bowing slightly, their form solidifying for a moment)
Consider it done. I'll keep you informed of any new developments. And I'll do what I can to slow down their progress.
(beginning to fade back into the shadows)
Good luck, guild master. You'll need it.
MERCER:
Same goes to you too. And also, please take care of yourself. I know how strong you are, but I also know you're still recovering, Mom…
SHADOWY FIGURE:
(pausing, their form wavering slightly at the mention of their mother)
…I'll be careful.
(saying quietly, a hint of emotion in their voice)
You focus on your guild. I'll focus on keeping our world safe.
MERCER:
I will. And when it's all set and done, and the world can properly protect itself, I want you to promise you'll stop protecting it from the shadows and just properly retire. You've already done more than enough and sacrificed way more than anyone should have.
SHADOWY FIGURE:
(silent for a long moment, their form flickering with internal conflict)
…I promise.
(finally saying, their voice barely above a whisper)
But only when the threat is truly gone. And only if you're absolutely certain it won't return.
MERCER:
Understood. Take care, Mom.
SHADOWY FIGURE:
You too, my son.
(their voice echoes softly, filled with maternal concern and love)
Be safe.
And with that final exchange of words, the entity completely disappears, leaving Mercer alone to contemplate before taking a deep breath.
MERCER:
(to himself)
Alright, let's get this guild rolling.
CUT TO:
INT. PEARL'S ROOM - LATER THAT NIGHT
Later on, as Pearl is still relaxing in her room and enjoying a cookbook with different styles of cooking and recipes from a book out from one of the rooms in the library. Pearl is deeply engrossed in her reading, her scales reflecting the soft light of her room as she flips through the pages of the cookbook. She pauses occasionally to make notes or jot down ideas for future meals.
KNOCK KNOCK
Pearl looks up from her book, annoyance flashing across her features at being interrupted.
PEARL:
Come in.
(calling out sharply, marking her place in the cookbook)
Mercer walks in with his warm personality while back to his regular small form.
MERCER:
Hello, Miss Pearl. Hope I wasn't disturbing your reading? I just came by to check up on you to see how you were doing?
PEARL:
(expression softening slightly at the sight of Mercer's small form, though she maintains her composure)
Not at all, guild master.
(closing the cookbook, setting it aside)
I was just perusing your impressive collection of culinary literature.
MERCER:
Oh? So you managed to find the library without me having to show you?
PEARL:
(smirking, a hint of pride in her voice)
Of course. I have a nose for good books.
(gesturing to the book)
Though I must say, some of these recipes are quite… exotic.
MERCER:
Well… I was lucky enough to secure a good amount of reading material when I was configuring this home of mine. After all, knowledge can be both entertaining and a great tool to help those in need.
PEARL:
(nodding thoughtfully, running her claws along the spine of the book)
True enough.
(glancing around the library)
Though I'm surprised you have so many books on…
(pausing, reading the title of one particular book)
'Magical Creature Biology'? That seems an unusual subject for a current magician to study.
MERCER:
(chuckling)
That is true, but since I am trying to gather many creatures for my guild, it's imperative that I make sure I study up on them as much as possible.
PEARL:
(raising an eyebrow, intrigued by this revelation)
So you plan to have more than just dragons and oni in your guild?
(her scales shimmering with curiosity)
What other… interesting creatures have you got your eye on?
MERCER:
Well, there's elves, and the many different kinds of beast-kin; there's also fairies and giants. The possibilities are endless.
PEARL:
(eyes widening slightly, clearly impressed)
That's quite the diverse group you're assembling.
(leaning forward, her interest piqued)
Though I must warn you, some of those creatures might not be as… cooperative as Kurohana and I.
MERCER:
Well, that may be true, but not asking in my opinion is even less responsive and could even be seen as somewhat disrespectful.
PEARL:
(chuckling, amused by his diplomatic approach)
True enough.
(standing up, stretching her wings)
Well then, guild master, I suppose I should start preparing for these… 'disrespectful' creatures you plan to recruit.
(giving him a sly smile)
MERCER:
Wonderful. But before you do that, I came to ask you a question or make a request if you're not busy?
PEARL:
(tilting her head, her scales flickering with curiosity)
A question? Or a request?
(crossing her arms, waiting expectantly)
I'm listening.
Mercer proceeds to start twiddling his fingers together, as if he was a child about to ask a question that could potentially get him in trouble or be at the very least embarrassing.
MERCER:
Well… the thing is, I've heard many rumors about dragons, and I wanted to try and confirm one, but I never had a chance to do so. But since I wanted at least once, if you would allow me to.
PEARL:
(noticing his nervous fidgeting and raising an eyebrow, a knowing smirk forming)
Oh? And what exactly have you heard about dragons that's got you so… anxious?
(stepping closer, her tail swaying playfully)
MERCER:
(coughing)
I-I read in books and heard from surviving adventurers that managed to survive from being eaten by a dragon that their stomachs were very comfortable and warm. And since the whole incident with you and Kurohana, it got me thinking, so I wanted to at least try it once if you would allow me to.
PEARL:
(smirk widening into a full-blown grin, her scales glowing with amusement)
Ah, I see.
(purring, circling him slowly)
You want to experience what it's like to be… digested by a dragon?
(stopping directly in front of him, towering over his small form)
How… interesting.
MERCER:
Not being digested—more of just occupying the space for a while.
PEARL:
(eyes gleaming with predatory interest)
Occupying the space, hmm?
(leaning down, bringing her face close to his)
And how long exactly did you have in mind for this… temporary residence?
MERCER:
Just for a few moments for research purposes, hehehe…
PEARL:
(laughing softly, the sound vibrating through her chest)
Research purposes?
(reaching out, gently lifting him up with one claw)
How very… scholarly of you.
(bringing him closer to her mouth, her hot breath washing over him)
Are you sure you're ready for this, little guild master?
MERCER:
Of course. And if you're also worried about my survival, I already have several enchantments to protect me from the most volatile forms of acid just in case I ever met a creature that would try to spill acid on me or as precaution.
PEARL:
(rolling her eyes, clearly unimpressed by his precautions)
I'm more concerned about how much you'll be able to handle being inside a dragon's stomach.
(opening her mouth slightly, her tongue flicking out to taste the air around him)
Though I suppose I can't blame you for wanting to experience this.
(grinning)
You humans are always so… curious about the unknown.
MERCER:
So… you have no problem with it?
PEARL:
(tongue wrapping around him playfully, lifting him closer to her mouth)
Oh, I don't mind at all.
(purring, her voice dripping with amusement)
In fact, I think it's rather adorable how eager you are to experience something so… primal.
(licking her lips)
Though I should warn you—it might be more intense than you're expecting.
MERCER:
Then please, by all means, do your best.
(bowing)
PEARL:
(chuckling darkly, her eyes gleaming with excitement)
As you wish, guild master.
(opening her mouth wider, her tongue pulling him in slowly)
Just remember—you asked for this.
With a swift motion, she swallows him whole, her throat muscles working to guide him down into her stomach.
MERCER:
(from inside)
Wow… even though the outside of you has the color of lava, your insides are blue? Interesting…
PEARL:
(stomach rumbling as he settles inside, her scales rippling with amusement at his observation)
My insides may be blue, but they're still very much alive.
(purring, feeling him move around)
Comfortable down there, little one?
MERCER:
Absolutely! In fact, it's a nice comfortable temperature in here—almost like being at a spa. Hehehe…
PEARL:
(laughing, her stomach contracting slightly as she moves)
I'm glad you approve.
(patting her stomach gently)
Though I must say, you're the smallest thing I've ever had inside my stomach.
(shifting her position, testing his comfort level)
Can you even move around properly in there?
MERCER:
Yep, in fact, it's no real bother for me.
(playfully, like a child who just got a new toy, as he moves around and starts to push against the walls with his hands to test out the elasticity)
PEARL:
(watching with amusement as he explores, her stomach muscles tensing and relaxing with his movements)
Careful now.
(warning, though there's no real threat in her voice)
You might accidentally trigger my digestive reflexes if you get too excited.
MERCER:
Hehehe… Sorry about that. I'm just impressed about how comfortable it is in here. Especially the way how mana reacts in here—as if it was being drained.
PEARL:
(humming thoughtfully, feeling the magical energy being absorbed)
Ah, yes. Dragons have quite the appetite for mana as well as food.
(shifting again, her stomach walls pressing against him)
Though I must admit, having a little magician inside is quite the treat. Your magic is… quite delicious.
MERCER:
Oh, stop it… you're gonna make me blush. And by the way, this is what my magic tastes like?
PEARL:
(chuckling, her stomach vibrating with the sound)
Mmm, yes.
(savoring the taste)
It's like a sweet, tangy flavor.
(swallowing again, pulling him deeper into her stomach)
And you're quite the source of mana, little magician.
Mercer proceeds to yawn and tells her that he would take a nap.
PEARL:
(feeling him yawn and settling into a comfortable position, her stomach warm and welcoming)
Go ahead, sleep.
(purring, her voice soothing)
I'll keep you nice and safe in here. Just don't expect me to wake you up when it's time to leave.
Acknowledging her words, he then proceeds to lay down and just sleep, but not before thanking her.
MERCER:
(from inside)
Thank you…
Pearl feels him relax and drift off to sleep, her stomach cradling him gently.
PEARL:
You're welcome, little one.
(whispering, her voice barely audible)
Sweet dreams…
Soon after, she gets back to reading, but with the feeling of him inside her, she decides to instead rest herself as she goes onto her bed. Pearl lays down on her bed, her stomach full and content with Mercer inside. She places a clawed hand on her belly, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his breathing.
PEARL:
(murmuring to herself)
How strange… Having a magician as a living guest in my stomach.
She closes her eyes, drifting off to sleep herself. Hours pass as Pearl and Mercer sleep peacefully in her stomach. The warm, comfortable environment lulls them both into deep slumber, the magical energy pulsing gently around them.
DREAM SEQUENCE - PEARL'S DREAM
As she dreams, she pictures herself walking down the aisle with not just only dragons, but other creatures and humans as she is in a wedding outfit while Mercer is there waiting for her. In her dream, Pearl walks down the aisle, her wedding gown flowing elegantly behind her. The crowd of creatures and humans watch in awe as she approaches Mercer, who stands waiting at the altar, his eyes filled with love and admiration. The dream continues, with the officiant declaring them husband and wife. The crowd erupts in cheers as Pearl and Mercer share a passionate kiss, their love for each other radiating through the entire ceremony.
PEARL:
(chuckling in her dream before finally allowing herself to fall deeper into the dream)
The dream fades into darkness as Pearl's subconscious continues to weave its fantasies, her mind filled with images of a future with Mercer and their guild.
FADE OUT.
END OF CHAPTER 1