I feel exhausted, yet sleep evades me. The classic trick about counting dodos fails me. Even the light of my fireplace does not give me the normal comfort from its warmth or from the crackle of each flame. The fire reminds me of the incident that occurred days ago, yet it refuses to leave my thoughts. The only solution I have come up with is to write this down. Perhaps it will help future wash-ups to understand some history.
The Overseer. His dragon. The ball. When the Overseer's voice emitted from my armstone, I didn't believe it. That rapidly changed when I heard and somehow sensed the dragon's summoning. I panicked in that moment and ordered a retreat, followed by another order to refrain from attacking the dragon. We were scattered along with my thoughts. I couldn't decide if we should chase after the mythical creature or steer clear, but the Overseer made the decision for me. I returned to the ballroom after hearing that the dragon had landed there. For the first time in a long time, I felt true fear as the mighty lizard towered over me. In one single swipe of its paw, it could send us flying or crush us in its paw. We could have burned alive from its breath. The possibilities of death from the Overseer's dragon was endless, and that terrified me. Yet at the same time, frustrated me. Me, Kuro, Zeff, all the guests were powerless.
And the Overseer knew that. He claimed sacrifices here and there, knocked several guests unconscious and toyed with their sleeping bodes. Anger burned within me as he did such things, because I knew I could do nothing. That if I did, it possibly ensured my death. Frustration followed when my gunsmith, Zeff, seemed to start having fun with the Overseer. I defended his unconscious body as the Overseer tried to fling him around like the others by striking the man, or whatever he may be, on the shoulder with my blade. In my shock, he seemed to ignore the fact that I had attacked him, and left both me and Zeff be. Then the Overseer told us to continue on with the ball as he stayed and watched. He told us to put away our weapons, that we didn't have to worry any longer. I was the only one that held my blade out, protecting the one I love. The Overseer took notice of this, stood, and walked over to me. I prepared myself to fall unconscious, but no, the Overseer handed me a bowl of blue, bubbly liquid that I recognized as a broth of enlightenment. At first, I felt surprised, shocked, almost honored, but that those feelings were quickly crushed by rage as he insulted my mental stability. The temptation to strike him then may have occurred if not for Kuro. She distracted me, calmed me, attempted to convince me that there was no need for my blade. I only did so for her, and her alone. I didn't wish to see her hurt by the Overseer over my anger.
The Overseer eventually left along with his dragon, but the emotions I gained during the incident refused to give me peace. I would have ended the ball then and there, yet the guests insisted to continue. I was just glad that the threat had left, that the danger had passed. It made me wonder, however. I couldn't stop pondering about the dragon. How can the Overseer summon it? Where is this dragon and how can I find it?
Can I kill it?