Dragon Necromancer: Starting With First Dragon Bloodline-Chapter 56: Future and Promise

Noa knew he was in a dream the moment he felt familiar warmth surrounding him.

It was burning his skin, yes, but there was more to it.

Before he regained his vision, Noa had to observe the world with his other senses, and scorching air was the first thing he noticed.

’What’s going on?’ he muttered in his mind, trying to move his hands.

To his surprise, he had only one.

The other arm was gone—or completely severed, to be exact.

At least both of his legs were present, and upon stretching them, Noa felt the fire approaching.

His skin burned with pain.

His head ached, sending pulses through his body, even to the hand he no longer had. It was bizarre, but knowing that it was only a dream helped.

The sounds muffled.

They mixed and blurred into each other, making it impossible for him to distinguish between them.

Just then—

Everything halted in his close proximity.

The heat was gone.

The sounds left his ears alone, and the pain started to dim. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

It all happened with no warning.

Nothing could help Noa get ready for what came next.

It began with a touch—soft fingers brushed against his skin and comforted him.

He had no time to question reality when his eyes found light, showing something beyond his heavy eyelids.

Still, the view was obscured by smoke and blood.

But the warmth the fingers gave him differed from the previous pain, and hearing a soothing whisper, his heart settled.

"I-I will save you. I promise!"

It was Thalia’s voice. Noa recognized it instantly.

She came to him. Even when he was dreaming about the future and needed a hand, she was there, promising to change the outcome.

Hearing her voice, calm washed over him.

Then something pulled Noa, forcing him to the ground and dragging him into another dimension.

Thankfully, he just snapped open his eyes, finding himself in a dimly lit room.

"He is awake," someone muttered beside him.

"This asshole. I want to beat the shit out of him," another voice added, speaking with casual malice.

"Let him rest. She told us to leave him alone, right?"

In an instant, Noa rose from his bed and looked around the chamber.

It was his bedroom—the same one he shared with the other three boys, who looked at him with mixed emotions.

The first one was Kael.

He looked confused, a hint of worry etched on his face.

The second one was Marlo, and he didn’t even try to hide his hatred and jealousy towards Noa.

As for his condition, he looked battered.

His one hand was broken, the heavy cast dangling from his shoulder.

Everything about his face was so hideous that it should just be left alone.

The last boy was Lior. Compared to other roommates, he barely showed any emotions and silently observed Noa with nothing more to add.

"What happened?" Noa questioned. "How did I get here?"

Marlo clicked his tongue. "This fucker, acting like he doesn’t know who brought him here."

"Stop bullshitting and explain!" Noa demanded.

His head ached from the same exhaustion that caught up to him again.

The visions also played a role.

They were like nightmares he couldn’t understand or escape from.

Kael, meanwhile, shoved Marlo out of the way and crouched beside Noa’s bed. "Selaira carried you here after the practice. She told us that you lost consciousness but did a great job before that."

Silence fell.

Almost.

Marlo’s shallow breathing that came from his pained lungs and angry heart disturbed the stillness.

No one reacted to his antics.

’So she really brought me here,’ Noa thought, smirking.

"What about Thalia? Where is she?" he then asked, forcing his body to stand with no avail.

"Queen said that she is in her room as well. You can rest assured and sleep more," Lior spoke this time and dropped onto his own bed.

Noa nodded, looking out of the window.

Knowing that Thalia was doing well lifted the weight from his shoulders, allowing his mind to relax.

The boys had questions for him.

Marlo was particularly curious about his relationship with the goddess. But thanks to Kael and Lior’s teamwork, he was knocked out cold and dumped onto the bed.

Noa was finally left with his thoughts.

Still, no matter how hard he pushed himself to remember how he blacked out, he remembered nothing.

Almost the same thing happened with his vision.

He wanted to know what caused the fire and why it kept following him.

He had no information about his opponent—or why he was being targeted.

It gave his already blurred thoughts another headache.

The only thing he could clearly remember was the softness of Thalia’s voice and her delicate, caring touch.

There was one more thing he couldn’t forget.

His missing arm felt so real.

It was like a warning—a threat that if he let his guard down, the hand would be the first thing he would lose.

Noa shut his eyes again, trying to replay the scene in his mind.

’What if I saw something?’

Searching for clues wasn’t easy, especially when it was so vivid and did a good job of hiding everything important. Almost as if someone wanted him to just feel every second of it.

The questions might gnaw at him, but his mind and body couldn’t handle it, betraying him.

Soon enough, sleep came.

This time it was longer and calmer.

Sunlight was splitting the room in half when Noa opened his eyes.

He then stretched.

At least he tried to.

But not a single muscle obeyed, screaming in protest.

Selaira’s training gave him pain he wasn’t ready to face, especially when he knew he would have to do it all over again today.

However, compared to yesterday, he actually felt lighter.

The change was barely noticeable, but forming coherent thoughts and forcing his body to obey his commands demanded less focus and time.

’Second day of the academy, huh?’ he mumbled and reached for his uniform.

A moment later, he was ready to leave when someone caught his wrist, twisting it in the opposite direction.

"In a hurry to meet your girlfriends?" Marlo jested, glaring at him.

Noa sighed. "Yes. What are you going to do about it? Cry yourself to sleep?" he asked, still teasing the boy about his foul mood.

Marlo clicked his tongue.

"I am not like that. I only sulk for half a day, max. Then I’m ready to go."

"Good to hear," Noa responded, and used the newfound force to make the boy release his wrist.

After that, he left the room in search of the girls.

He wanted to check Thalia’s condition and find out if she had seen the same vision.

The corridor was already buzzing with students.

Most of them were still half-asleep, but they headed to their lessons quickly, barely noticing his presence.

Noa, however, scanned past them.

He searched for a certain pair, and to his delight, he didn’t have to look far.

Thalia was leaning against the wall near the classroom.

Luna hovered around her shoulders like a snowy satchel, illuminating the world with her crystallized snowflakes.

The moment the girl’s eyes landed on Noa, her expression brightened.

"You are alive," she teased with a wide enough grin to show that she had been waiting just to say that.

"You look way too chappy for someone who went through the same hell as me," Noa replied, approaching her.

Thalia shrugged. "What can I say? I like training."

Then, out of nowhere, her expression turned sour, as if remembering something.

It lasted only a heartbeat and vanished instantly.

But Noa didn’t miss it.

He couldn’t.

"I saw it too," he said directly, observing her reactions. "Fire. Blood and me with less than two hands."

Thalia trembled momentarily.

Her previous bright expression was nowhere to be found.

She looked scared. Terrified even.

"Why?" She barely uttered a single word and locked eyes with Noa.

Then, as if remembering the promise she had made, Thalia’s cheeks blushed with embarrassment. Wishing she could disappear and hide her face, she stood frozen in place.

Still, after exhaling deeply, she collected herself.

Suddenly, she seemed motivated again, and her voice grew deeper. "This is weird. But we have to do something about it."

Before Noa responded, a familiar voice cut through the hallway. "Do what?"

Everyone and everything stopped.

For a moment, the chaos shifted into peace, breaths were held, and the beasts were silenced.

Selaira spoke, and the world listened.

Unfortunately for everyone else, she only looked at Noa and Thalia, ignoring everything else beside them.

Clearing his throat, Noa whispered. "We can talk about that later."

Then he nodded to her. "Thanks for looking after us yesterday. I hope we can count on you today, too."

The girl nodded as well. "I was doing my part of the deal. You two were amazing. Let’s not lose this momentum, shall we?"

The trio then talked about the practice and set a date for the next session.

They didn’t speak too loudly, yet every nearby student could hear them. As a result, the crowd became livelier.

"This is unacceptable."

"I can’t fathom what’s going on."

"Amazing? Did the goddess Selaira really say that? To those peasants?"

Despite the usual chatter, Noa ignored them completely and waited for the instructor to show up, as Selaira had no morning lessons.

Just then—

A female academy instructor with short robes and freshly brushed red hair pointed at them. "You three. Stop blocking my way."

Hearing this, both Noa and Thalia looked at the woman.

She was their teacher for the day, tasked with taking the class to the tombs for their first dungeon raid.