User blog:Ore-samma/Short-Shot My Dragon Zombie (Continue) (treasure) (No Lewd)

Hello Fans, Ore-samma here!

Another from this forum post = One-shot requests (6) SPECIAL EDITION | Fandom

I made this one-shot continue after this one = User blog:Ore-samma/My Dragon Zombie (Sickness) | Monster Girl Encyclopedia Wiki | Fandom

I think it fits quite will with the request asked =

''a dragon in her home, gloating about all the jewels, artifacts, magical whatevers, gold, etc that she’s got in her horde. Might contain reminiscing about specific heists or loot that she’s scored''

I am pleased with how it turned out, hope you like it!

Ever your Servant-

Ore-samma

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“Good morning Justin!”

I woke and looked at Amelle smiling over me. “Hey! How long was I out?”

“Just about ten hours. I’d say you’re fully recovered, and we can leave this place.”

I coughed and felt my skin for a moment or two. The crimson rot had indeed ebbed away, and I finally felt fully invigorated and ready to leave this cave.

“Hold up, before we do….I’d like to look around.” I said, standing to my feet.

“Huh? Why would you want to?” Amelle said, shrugging. “There’s only mounds of baubles that don’t really mean anything.”

I nodded, “In the grand scheme of things. You are right. But, I don’t know about you, but I will still need some source of income to sustain myself, and since I have been in stasis for eons and eons, I’m not exactly sure if I have any marketable trade or skill.”

Amelle crossed her arms and pouted. “Hmpf! Don’t you be getting dragon sickness on me, okay? These treasures can still poison you, you know.”

I nodded. “Well, I am curious.” I said as I strode up to a large crystal fountain that spilled cold water in a gem encrusted pool filled with all sorts of magical potions. “I mean, you collected so many wondrous things! Like this pool! What is it?”

Amelle snorted. “This pool is what the ancient Celestial Elves called a ‘Mana Fount’ it perfectly preserves any magical liquid within it. It also has the curious ability to turn even the most barren of wastelands into a mana forest as long as sunlight touches it.” She placed her paw to the first third tier of the fountain. “The Elven Kingdom of Vash’rarth entrusted it to me to hold until a champion came to reclaim it.” She sighed and shook her head. “Unfortunately, the Celestial Elves died out not even a full century afterwards.”

“Do you just plan to leave it here?” I said, splashing my fingers in the icy water. “Seems like it could do the world a great good?”

Amelle shrugged, “Who’s to say? I haven’t met anyone worthy enough. I may gift it to a Pharoah one day, and help her change her desert empire into a forest nation.”

I stode about and looked at a gigantic mirror, standing over fifteen feet tall. “And this?” I said, pointing. “Look at the runes! They are all so strange.”

Amelle smiled and moved her hands in an arcane fashion. The mirror lit up and showed a vast undulating land as if from an incredible height.

“This is the Mirror of Dessimal!” She said, still smiling. “It was a gift presented to me as tribute from a mermaid king and queen.” She sighed and waved her hand and the mirror shifted to the day I visited her cave. “It replays the memories of the one it is attuned to as a perfect scribe of the ages. They are only gifted to long-lived individuals and are eventually claimed by the Serpent Library that keeps a record of all things.”

I stood in awe as I saw the ages pass like a floating daydream in the depths of the silver mirror.

A glimmer caught my eye and I looked over.

“My prison. I probably should let them all go.” Amelle murmured as she strode to a large glass tank that held small dolls of all sorts of figures, animals and fantastical creatures. I saw full armored Paladins from almost every Era I remembered, other dragons, demons that held horrifying visages and forms, Knights, even a small army.

“Hmmm, they are all still alive.” Amelle murmured.

“Wait a second! Why did you use the gemstone prison for me?”

Amelle looked embarrassed. “Um, well….because you made me that angry.” She whispered.

“Oh...yeah...I guess that makes sense.”

Amelle waved her hands and the glass case shimmered and all the figures vanished. She looked at me and spoke before I had a chance. “Chrono magic. They were held in a time-stasis too, so I could return them back to their own timeline with no memory of me.”

“Hmmmm, what about this?” I said, striding over several mounds of gold and a pile of emeralds and rubies to look at a sapphire that was as large as I was.

“This is the Lens of Winter.” Amelle said, running a claw over its surface. “It used to be a pane in a mountain that was the subterranean home of Old Era Yeti. They were able to make an entire mountain a pocket dimension and unfold it many times larger.” She sighed and retracted her hand. “When their dimension became too unstable, they gave it as tribute for me to defend their dying tribe.” She shook her head slowly. “For three hundred years I guarded their mountain range, and not a single one died to an intruder…..but they all eventually went extinct. They were too far gone to repopulate.”

I glanced over the treasures that were as wondrous as they were numerous, but I could tell that Amelle was getting tired of being here.

“Well, I don’t need such fantastical things to start a new life.” I said, and walked over to a set of mannequins that had clothes.

“But I may need new clothes since mine are stained with the Crimson Rot. Are these clothes safe to take and wear?”

Amelle smiled again and nodded. “Yes!” She pulled a rich emerald green and charcoal grey outfit. “This is a Tessimar Ranger’s outfit. It is enchanted with living cloth, it will always be the perfect size, fit, and clean for you.”

I pulled the outfit on and felt the cloth weave and shift, and at last settle.

“Very nice!”

I gathered a generous amount of gold pieces and silver and hefted a single backpack as Amelle waited by a swirling portal.

“Where did you have it go to?” I murmured.

“It leads to the Ocean Capital.” Amelle said. “Plenty of people to not be noticed while we make our next move.” She traced her finger along my chest. “Say, which treasure did you like the best?”

I smiled as I kissed my beautiful dragon.

“You.” I breathed and held her close, feeling her  wings wrap around me.

“Thank you.” Amelle whispered, her voice trembling somewhat.

I sighed as her magic swirled around us. It was true, I felt the pull of greed and dragon sickness, but I knew where it led. And I was determined to live…..and live with love…