Nyctophilia

It’s about a guy who moved out to another world, to start dragon-farming, away from his earlier tribe. You get to watch him overcome some big problems (Dragons, dragons, dragons), and team up with another farmer, to get the crystal for the ancient portal, that can lead to new dragon species they have never encountered. To get it, they have to steal it from a race called daemonium.

Estimated length(Goal): 32 Chapters
Chapter length: 4000-5000 words
Publish day: Friday (Again a goal)

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3. Chapter 3

Meraki opened his eyes, and looked up at Philly carrying a rusty gray bucket of something to him. He put the bucket down right beside him, and head budded him right in the side. 
"ARGH" Meraki outbursted. He was sore all over.
That's what you get for being so reckless! That is no way you could have fallen all the way down there, when those vines are everywhere. You are lucky you smell like those leaves, other wise I wouldn't have found you in time! 
The pink dragon were licking the milky substance from his arm, while the green cubbi snuggled closer to his face. "- I'm saorry?" Meraki slurred out. 
No you are not. You always do this!
Philly got up on his chest and started licking the contaminated wound once more. 
The pink dragon came with small whimpers, and cuddled closer up to him to keep him warm. Philly had somehow managed to find him and drag him all the way home to the ranch. Around them, the corpses of the battle between the very hungry dragons were still laying, half eaten and buzzing with activity. 
One of the Teethy dragons that never got up after the blast, had been left discarded to the side, not far away from the entrance to the house.
"We need to get to work" Meraki tried raising himself up, but Philly knocked his head into his own. No. Pippa knows of the leaves we accounted outside the farm. They have a cleansing effect. 
Meraki closed his eyes once more, and tried soaking as much sun as he could, while simultaneously ignoring the stench of death and rotten corpses around them. 
"Pippa? Who..?" The Pink Dragon came with a deep content noise, and Meraki mumbled an oh out. "Wait does that mean you-re gonna -"
Yeah, sit still. Meraki wanted to get up and run away before Phil could put a single drop on him. It hurt like hell, he wasn't going near that stuff again! Pippa rolled up on Meraki's stomach and stole his breath and ability to run away. 
"You guys are killing me" Meraki mumbled, the green little cubbi started bubbling in his ear. He couldn't help but laugh, and flashed the young dragon a smile. 
When Philly was done cleaning all the wounds, he carried the bucket closer, and took gulps out it in his mouth. He used his small feet to spread it out, after he had placed it on the wounds. Meraki started screaming, and squirming. Nothing helped. He wished he had died near the water. Philly took the young dragon inside the house, so it didn't have to see, and while Meraki was fighting with the pain, he decides to clean up the farm. 
 
Only an hour had passed, when Philly, with a corpses neck in his mouth, heard the footsteps of a stranger near their nest. He let the dragon go, and rushed to Meraki's side. The stranger was near the entrance, cloaked in armour, and a scarf covering his mouth and much of his hair. His movement were elegant, and trained. In his left hand was a knife, lighting up with an orange glow at the edge of the blade. The strangers head tilted to the side when his gaze saw the peculiar vision. Two dragons, and a person. The person twisting in pain. Philly growled at him, and the stranger raised his arms in surrender. 
But he didn't stop. Philly watched as he took one careful step after the other to the tool shed. When he opened up the doors and walked out with a few of the tools, Phil didn't stop him. 
He moved to the exit and glanced over at the dragons. "Never seen one like you before". Philly growled again, and the stranger jumped out the entrance and ran away. 

After four more hours Meraki woke up, tired and sore as if he had taken a beating from a dragon much larger than himself. But he could walk, and talk, and were still alive. So despite Meraki's thoughts of 'never again', he thanked both Pippa and Phil. 
He took a look at the farm, and to his surprise the stench of death was somewhat gone. Philly had dragged the corpses out to the cliff behind the house, and thrown them out into the sea. The smashed up wall pieces from the torture area, Meraki had dreaded having to deal with, was laying in a neat pile stacked on top of each other in a little over 10 different stacks. 
The small chambers each dragon had been in was exposed out in the open, and the nearest ones had small dents from Philly's Gira, but he hadn't been able to break them down at all. 
"Wauw, you have done a lot" Meraki noticed, and walked closer to the pile of metal. Shouldn't you also get to work? All you have done have been getting into fights and wandering off. Do your job. Philly wrapped his tail around himself as he spoke, and laid down tired on the ground. 
Yeah and now you are gonna take a nap, Meraki answered back. Philly looked away from Meraki, while he started taking a large piece off one of the piles. The walls that had been their cage could be used as something else instead. But what? 
Meraki hadn't actually gotten any training at all, for this sort of thing. What did the dragons need? Food, water, homes?
The mistreated ones would need it more than the others. 
His wound ached, but at least it wasn't yellow anymore! Meraki opened the door to the house. The green cubbi flew clumsily unto his shoulder and started rubbing his own cheeks against Meraki's.
Do you feel better? 
"Yeah I do" Meraki answered "So? Are you hungry?"
No. Mr. Philly already gave us food
"That's good". Meraki got down on the desk, where the old man had been, and pressed the small metallic triangle with two buttons on the middle. He recognized it from his own home as a online communication device. It was how he had spent hours online, learning about anything dragon related. It was how he found this place.
When he pressed the right button a green interface popped up in front of him. The words were written as the voice spoke. 
"HELLO. WELCOME USER DRAGONLENO696VITVIT
IT HAS BEEN 56783453 Critas SINCE YOUR LAST LOGIN 
YOU  HAVE 366602 UPDATES. UPDATE NOW?"
"no?" Meraki tried. 
"{UPDATE STARTED}. YOU WERE TOO SLOW". 
Meraki facepalmed into the desk, while mechanical laughter sounded from the small device. 
"{UPDATING. 2 % DONE} DO YOU WISH TO UPDATE THE USER PROFIL AS WELL?"
"Yes". He would have to somehow change the user profile, otherwise ordering stuff would get to be a real hassle. He would have to stay in contact with the tribe as well, since Mila had made it clear the only excuse to not answer back as fast as possible, was if he died. 
"{FACE RECOGNITION COMMENCING}. WE HAVE CALCULATED THE PROBABILITY YOU HAVE GOTTEN ANY PRETTIER THE LAST 56783453 CRITAS. IT WAS 0.000000000000000000001 %. WE ARE STILL HOLDING OUT HOPE"
A green light from the camera of the little machine scanned Meraki. He always hated it, and had used voice lock on his own one at home. You had to keep your eyes open, but the light had always bothered him. 
"FACE RECOGNITION DONE. {Matching.} {Matching}. DRAGONLENO696VITVIT, DID YOU GET A FACELIFT JUST FOR US? YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE
{UPDATING DATING PROFIL-"
"NO!" Meraki got up and knocked his hands down in the table. 
" I'M JUST KIDDING! YOU DON'T HAVE A DATING PROFILE! {UPDATING. 5 % DONE}
{FACE RECOGNITION FAILED}. TRY AGAIN OR CHECK OWNERSHIP?"
"Check ownership" Meraki fell back into the chair. 
"{Checking.} {Checking.} OWNERSHIP HAVE BEEN TRANSFERRED TO MERAKI SEL MAU. TRANSFERING ALL ASSETS FROM DRAGONLENA696VITVIT. {TRANSFERING.} {UPDATING. 8 % DONE.} WELCOME MERAKI SEL MAU. TRANSFER COMPLETE. DO YOU WISH TO SEE THE ASSETS YOU REQUIRED?"
"Yes please" 
At least numbers he could read! He recognized the symbol for credits, and notices it had gotten up from the 54 there had been in his account, to 1567. 
"I recognize the credits, but what is the rest?"
"YOU HAVE ACQUIRED 1513 CREDITS. TWO MADE-TO-ORDER SWIMSUITS THAT HAD NEVER BEEN PICKED UP. 23 BLUEPRINTS FOR BUILDINGS AND MACHINERY. 673 HARD ENVIRONMENTAL DIGGERS PREPAID AND READY TO BE SHIPPED. 567 STOCKS IN 17 DIFFERENT COMPANIES. AND 354896581 MAILS. DO YOU WISH ME TO SORT THROUGH IT? "
"Yes please". He usually never got mail himself. He chuckled. 
"177448292 ARE FROM WELL ROUNDED BALLS OF-"
"DELETE!"
"IT'S RUDE TO INTERRUPT! 59149429 ARE COMPLAINTS FROM CUSTOMERS AND OTHER DRAGON FARMERS. DELETE OR STORE?"
"Delete" he repeated more calm.
"HOW INSENSITVE. {DELETED.} {UPDATING 13 % DONE.} 7 INVITATIONS FOR DRAGONLENA696VITVIT. DELETE OR STORE?"
"Store"
"{SAVED.} IT'S RUDE TO SNOOP THROUGH OTHER PEOPLES MAIL. DRAGON MAG HAS SUPPLIED 4036 COPIES AS TAPES. SAVE OR DELETE?"
"What's dragon Mag?"
A picture appeared on the screen. It showed a very beautiful yellow-green dragon photographed from the side, with titles plastering on that Meraki couldn't read. "Dragon Mag is the number 1 oldest magazine for dragons scholars and farmers to share their research, experiments and experience. It also contains a neat crossword. " It replied more calm.
"Save" Meraki's eyes and fingers started to tingle, just thinking about it. 
"32 EMAILS ARE REGARDING RESEARCH. SAVE AS WELL?"
"Yeah"
"THE REST IS SPAM. DELETE?"
"Yes". 
"MERAKI SEL MAU. {Updating 23 % DONE} DO YOU WISH TO CHANGE OFFICAL PROFILE FOR LOCA FARM ON LOCA ISLAND?"
"Yes". 
"{DONE.} WE HAVE ESTIMATED THAT YOU WILL RECEIVE 432 EMAILS REGARDING THE FARM AND ISLAND. YOU MUST FEEL REALLY POPULAR. {INCOMING.} {INCOMING.} 1 EMAIL RECEIVED. OPEN?"
"YES". 
The messaged opened. A Noid with a darker complexion with the cockpit of a rusty ship behind him showed his face. 
"Welcome to the solar system! I'm the pilot of the cargo ship between Laden planet and Cryna planet. We had a deal with the former owner to stop by every other high moon, but since he hadn't been alive for some time, we chose to ignore it. Since you arrived, I thought I would formally introduce myself. My names Bry, and I'll take care of the deliveries for you. I'll bring the things you choose to sell to Cryna, so they can be shipped from there. If you buy something I'll bring it to you at the start of the day, if it's arrived. You have a lot of packages that was for the former owner. I'll bring them down tomorrow, so if you order anything before then, I'll be sure to bring it along. I look forward to working with you! Have a nice day".  
The messaged closed itself, and a saved symbol showed up. 
"{UPDATING. 45 % DONE.} AREN'T I FAST? DO YOU REQUIRE HELP WITH ANYTHING ELSE WHILE I UPDATE? MAYBE A NICE CUP OF BURNING HOT WATER WITH FLAVOUR? YOU KNOW, IT AREN'T EASY UPDATING AND CATERING TO YOUR EVERY NEED".
"I want to see the blueprints for buildings and stuff".
"HOW SPECIFIC! HERE!" . The buildings came in all shape and sizes, and required to be assembled by specific stuff you could order. There were food shelters, but it was to store it like in the dragon prison Meraki had found earlier. Most of the things out in the garden was actually made from the blueprints. 
"That was all" Meraki sat relaxed in the chair and rubbed his chin. The blueprints were clearly made to control the dragon, not help them. It would scare them away, or offend them. 
He banged his head down 
into the table once again. 
"{UPDATING 64% DONE} CALCULATING USER SPECEFICS".
Meraki ignored 
it, and got outside to the metal walls pieces. The green dragon jumped off him as soon he got near it, and nuzzled up to Philly. When he got closer, the stench of death that had left the majority of the farm, were still present, just much harder to detect. 
He bent down, and his nose suddenly picked up on something completely different. Feces and pee. He started coughing loudly, and fell as he backed away. DUNK. 
Philly snickered. 
"Yeah laugh. You are the one that touched them". 
Philly gave a hard loud breath through his nose, and pulled the green cubbi closer. Remember to eat Meraki. I left some meat beside the fire inside. After quickly eating it, Meraki went to the tool shed. There was only a few tools left; A knife, a form for shovel and something that looked like a cutting device. Stone it is. 
Before you bend them into shape, at least wash them. Rub them with the leaves to get the stench off.  
"Okay!" 
Meraki grabbed the first metal wall piece and dragged it towards the back. There was no way to get down to the water. Did they pass water last time they went out? He climbed onto the top of the house, but the stone walls surrounding them made it impossible to see if there was anything outside of the farm. There had to be water somewhere. 
There's a hose beside the tool shed. 
Meraki grabbed 
it, and turned it on. Despite that the water was slightly brown and red it smelled fine. He closed it again, and pulled the wall pieces out on the ground so he could just water on them. Every visible spot had to go. 
He let the sun do the job of drying them. 
While it was drying, he grabbed the bucket Philly had 
used, and walked out the farm to collect more leaves. The air around the trees and bushes was much more fresh, and he had time to enjoy it. He was still gleeful. He could walk on the grass, he could touch the flowers. 
Even if it was just collecting leaves, every trip would be something worth. 
In the grass 
were a medium footprint. Not very wide, and not so deep. Meraki stuck his nose in it, and took as much of the scent as possible. First the thieving of the tools, now footprints? 
There 
was only two other islands on the planet, one of them being the prison, so the likeliness of someone actually being here would be closer to zero than the chances of the former owner being beautiful. The other Island was on the other side of the planet.
He glanced back towards the farm, before abandoning the bucket. 
I can apologize to Philly later.

 

 

The scent got stronger and stronger, the further he got from the farm. He walked for hours, eating fruit from the trees he passed. Maybe it was an escaped prisoner? it would make sense - the prison it far away, but they could have survived to the beach at least. 
RATTLE RATTLE; He froze in place and held his breath. Where did it come from? The sound was LOUD, but there wasn't any dragon scent near him? He carefully got down on all 
fours, and crawled towards the sound. RATTLE RATTLE.
A bush was blocking his way. He crawled slightly under it and pushed a rock a bit away. Carefully, he lifted the branch above his head, so his eyes could see what was up ahead. He fought his instinct to sprint forward and tip the guy over. 
He fought his other instinct to wiggle his butt beforehand. 
The guy had blue hair, sticking up in all directions, with lighter tips than roots. His freckles matched his hair, and when Meraki would blush red, this guy would blush blue. His eyes were yellow, and reminded Meraki of Cyn, one of his cousins. Around his neck was a dark scarf, and in his right arm tools, Meraki knew came from the farm. 
KLONK. He threw the tools on the ground and began plucking fruit from a bush, into a backpack he had carried around. Size wise, Meraki knew he would win. Compared to most women and men, he was surprisingly tall himself. He was even taller than Philly. 
The stranger wasn't an exception. Muscle wise, Meraki had the unfair advantage on most Noids, that he was part dragon, and that did come with some perks. 
The guy pulled out a knife, with an orange glow,  and cut up a hand size green fruit, that quickly scented the air with something sour. The guy bit into 
it, and started talking loudly to himself, before throwing himself on the ground. His gaze followed the clouds above them. 
He didn't look like a prisoner. Far from it. 
His clothes weren't sewn together by scraps or old and dirty.
Yes there were marks of wear - but this is more wilder land than villages. If he didn't had marks, something would be tearable wrong. 
Meraki were not looking at his own clothes. It barely covered his lower body anymore, and the top part 
were stained a dark red from the wound. It was torn up as well.
He hadn't thought about it. 
A little spark of irritation began building in Meraki's chest. The guy had been stealing from him, even as he laid on the ground, hadn't he? Was it so easy for him to ignore someone needing help? 
The echo of dragons screams and cries sounded from his memories, and the spark burst out into flames. He didn't help them. He ignored them. What kind of person does that?
Meraki curled more 
together, and elevated his behind slightly in the air. The leaves moved. RUSTLE; The guy was up, staring in his direction, but he couldn't be seen yet. 
The guy took one step back, then another. Never turning his back to the bush that had moved. Believe it's a bird, Meraki thought, nothing more.
The guy took the blade in his left 
hand, and extended it out from his body. 
Put it away, Meraki was frozen, unmoveable. Phil will not let me hear the end of
it, if I end up getting stabbed. 
The guy took another step backwards, and bend his knees to get the backpack on. That seems easy to push over. Meraki grabbed the rock that had irritated him earlier, and held it ready in his hand. 
He waited, his eyes not leaving the guys 
gaze
Look away, just for a second.
The guy knew the area too well. There is no peace, nowhere to hide, where you can't be found. He would have to run home, just to be somewhat safe. 
Come on, just a second.
His hand was shaking lightly. He hated direct confrontation with animals. These 
here, were not as cooperative as on his island. 
One second.
BANG. Something banged into the trees behind the guy. He turned around in fright, ready to run, and drop the tools. BANG. This time it was Meraki. The rock had hit the knife, the
guys hand were fussing with blood, and Meraki wiggled his elevated butt. Unarmed. 
He pounced. He ran on all fours from the underside of the bush, to a few feet away from him. He leaped, the guy had already started running. Meraki had hoped for a flawless jump. 
It had been. 
Their landing wasn't. It was downhill, bouncing on the ground, hitting their fists in the air after each other. The guy was confused - he saw hair, eyes, -Noid eyes! - and so much skin. 
Meraki was trying to get on top. The dude was small compared to him. Meraki could jump on the spot. His jump had been filled with 
anger, and questions. This reminded him too must of his childhood. His family - how they stalked and played with each other. It could have been so much more fun if there had been bushes. The anger had been replaced by playfulness. 
He still had questions though. 
At the end of the hill, the guy was caught on his back, his backpack weighing him down. 
"DUDE WHAT THE -" The guy punched after him, but Meraki caught it in the 
air, like it was a fruit he had thrown him. 
He punched towards Meraki again, but Meraki just dodged it, moving 
backwards
Why did you leave them?
The guy didn't answer. 
He kept punching, but Meraki kept dodging 
backwards. His feet were suddenly emerged in water from the stream that had been behind them. 
"How annoying" Meraki mumbled, the guy widened his 
eyes, and tried punching harder. 
PUNCH. dodge. PUNCH. Dodge. PUNCH PUNCH
Pain. Meraki had been struck across his wound on his chest, the guy 
were staring near it, almost in shock. 
"You're the 
dying guy - what-"
BOOM. Meraki's feet were no longer on the ground, the force from the ramming dragon had pulled him off it. He was laying half over the dragons
face, when he glanced up to see the thief running up the hill to the tools and his knife. 
"He got away!" Meraki complained to the dragon, that suddenly glanced up at him with hatred dulling underneath. A string of fear suddenly ran through him. This was not like the 
teethy dragons. 
The dragon was thrice his own size, and its 
scales was all wrong. They were pointing in directions they shouldn't, littered with wounds, and small parts of metal that Meraki could guess had at some point been weapons. 
"I don't want to hurt you!" Meraki shouted. It ran towards the side of a cliff, Meraki climbed over 
it, and sat on its back. 
Yeah, right. Its voice
were deep, and old. It only had one eye. 
"I am serious! I'm a dragon myself!" Meraki screamed as loud as he could. BOOM. They hit the wall, Meraki fell off it's back, and it collapsed in front of him. 
Don't hurt me, huh? Then why did you attack me?
"I didn't!" Meraki tried 
again, and got up from the ground. It wobbled its head, and turned around to look at him. 
You pushed me into the wall.
"
NO I DIDN'T!" Meraki shouted, and started running away. He glanced over his shoulder. It was humping on one leg. It was missing a few toes. 
Meraki suddenly felt like puking. It didn't have any wings. 
They all have wings. But it had... lumps? 
Meraki was running away with tears in his eyes. 
I'm so sorry for whatever happened to you. I'm so sorry. 
It didn't answer, and it didn't stop running. The terrain was changing from the grass and 
hills, to more stones. Stones as high as Meraki started decorating the environment around them. Some were boulders, while others seemed like stepping stones. Hexagonal patterns. Large Pillars, or columns. 
You're running into a dead end. 
Can't we talk this through? 

Meraki was suddenly back up against a grey wall, to climb it would be hard. He could see it was glass at the top. He can't climb glass. 
But any height was better than this one. 
The dragon charged him. Meraki timed it. 3. 2. 1. JUMP.
He landed on the head of it, he jumped once more, back on the wall. He was good at climbing. Even now. He ignored the profanity from the 
dragon, and climbed higher. 
He was at the edge between the glass and the stone part of the hexagon-shaped stone column. 
In the 
glass there were patterns, small blue circles, swimming around in some sort of liquid. If Meraki wasn't trying to get away from a big dragon, he would find it very fascinating. 
BOOM. The dragon head budded the column, again. CRACK. Meraki could see small cracks in the gradient between the stone and glass, spraying out the see-through - slightly blue - liquid in the air. It stung in his eyes. 
BOOM. More cracks. His fingers were coated
in it now. It felt like tiny needles in his fingers. He started sobbing silently, while trying to see something. His vision was getting cloudy. He just saw blue circles and an angry blob trying to kill him. 
No. He extended his neck out towards the farm and roared for help. If Philly heard him, he would come. 
He went back to sobbing. 
COME DOWN HERE NOW.
"NO!" Meraki shouted, like a teenager locked in their room. 
COME DOWN HERE!
NO!

It walked 
backwards, not taking its eye off him. Meraki could see it go further away, but the liquid was loosening his grip in the column, and his eyes were stinging. One more and he would fall off. 
... BOOM.
Meraki was in the air, but not the good way. He could see the blob get closer. 
WHISH. Meraki was hanging upside down, with something very thick holding around him. Like a snake. Or a tail. 
The blob got further away. 
It looks like you need a helping tail. 

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