【Beginning】
After leaving the village, Scrubia embarked on a journey to seek the dragonslayer, in an admirer’s company. On the way, they went through numerous kinds of dangers. Scrubia thought that the admirer could take care of her and protect her. But instead, in the face of danger, he ran away immediately and left her alone.
Scrubia: He said he loves me so much, but in the end… sigh.
Scrubia was alone again, but she gradually mastered the power of the dragon soul. At first, the dragon wings she created with her hair were too soft that they were not enough to support her to fly. As Scrubia went through the trials and challenges on her journey, the dragon wings gradually grew stronger. They then were not only able to fly and carry Scrubia, but also remove boulders, protect her from injury, and help her overcome difficult situations.
Under the guidance of the dragon soul, Scrubia finally found the owner of the dragon-slaying weapons. His body was preserved by the power of the golden apple, but his life had ended long ago. Scrubia sought help from the dragon soul, and through Scrubia, the dragon soul channelled its power into the dragonslayer. The dragonslayer opened his eyes and stood up! However, the revived warrior could not clearly recall his past; he could only tell Scrubia fragments of his memory…
Beowulf: Nidhogg… Contaminated by the demonic blood… Idun…
Beowulf only remembered that he was with a goddess called “Idun” at the moment of his death. Hence, in order to find the manipulator of the nightmare, Scrubia had to find Idun first.
【Before Battles】
Scrubia’s face was twisted with agony. She dreamed of herself being wrapped in green and viscous liquid.
She struggled, but that caused her to sink quicker. She tried to shout; but when she opened her mouth, the liquid immediately streamed into her cavity.
She wanted to vomit as the putrid stench filled her throat, but she was inundated by the liquid, with her breath about to stop…
【After Battles】
No matter how intensely she suffered in the nightmare, Scrubia just could not wake up.
She eventually gave up struggling and allowed her body to sink deep into the poisonous liquid. Light fade away; only darkness and coldness remained.
Just then, a voice spoke beside her, and a warm hand reached out to her. As she grabbed the hand, everything was swept away by brightness...
【End】
Beowulf: Scrubia!
Scrubia: No worries. Just a nightmare.
Beowulf responded with silence. Scrubia did not intend to continue the discussion either, since she had already got used to the fact that no one could understand her misery. She believed that the person in front of her would be no different. Unexpectedly, Beowulf asked further after a while of silent contemplation:
Beowulf: What kind of nightmare was it? I want to know.
Scrubia was surprised to hear his caring question. After a moment of astonishment, she started describing every nightmare she had to Beowulf. He did not interrupt with a word; he just attentively listened to her. As if untying all the knots in her heart, Scrubia felt a great relief. In Beowulf’ s company, she had overcome her fear of nightmares and fell asleep again.
Beowulf: I am sorry. I never intended to make you suffer. However, I must take vengeance on the people who took away my freedom.
Gently, he caressed Scrubia’s hair. Strands of hair quickly gathered because of the dragon soul’s power, but it was only a slight bit of power, so it soon dispersed and her hair returned to its normal state. This “Beowulf” had the same appearance as before, but affected by the dragon soul, his will and soul had undergone a drastic change. He, was no longer the dragonslayer of yore...