The Dracophage Skill Tree

”Aida! ” Cried Zeff as he awoke with a start the next day.

He was in his own bedroom tucked neatly into his own bed. Beside him, sitting on his nightstand, a digital clock read 3:17. Before, if he would have found himself waking up at 3 oclock in the afternoon he would have cursed himself for missing work and immediately ran to the doctors office to fake symptoms for a flu. But today he just lied still, looking at the clock, not knowing what to do but being certain that he was now unemployed.

He remembered everything. He remembered quitting his job. He remembered Dr. Sylvan. He remembered the Tender-Man and being shot in the neck. He especially remembered being trapped in his own mind for nearly 10 hours and the excruciating pain he endured there. What he didn remember was putting on underwear or how he got to his bed that night…

Wait! thought Zeff his heart suddenly racing. There was something else that troubled him. Namely, what had happened to Dr. Sylvan after he had been shot? Was he taken by the Tender-Man?

He sprang from his covers intending to jump neatly from his bed to the floor. But instead, much to his surprise, he shot up nearly 10 feet into the air, slamming his head through his ceiling, embedding himself there with a loud *thunk*.

He was too shocked to know how to react to having his head stuck in the ceiling. He simply allowed himself to hang there for a long moment, his upper body from the shoulders to the crown of his head lodged in a neighbors kitchen floor, as the reality of what just happened tried to sink in.

Luckily, no one was home up there. So he gave himself a full minute to marinate in the impossibility of it all. Did i just… he began, but the thought was to ridiculous to complete.

With a small push, the smallest effort, he dislodged himself and fell rather softly back onto his cushy bed.

Most people might have been a bit confused at this point. Most might have worried or despaired. But not Zeff. A smile began to cross his lips as he put two and two together.

To test his theory, he slowly crawled out of his bed to the floor. Lets do a few push-ups… he thought, getting into a push-up position. Nearly two minutes later he had stopped bothering to count how many push-ups he had done. He felt no fatigue or strain even by the time he got to 100, which was unusual, to say the least. Lets push it to the limit, shall we? he thought, an even bigger smile on his face.

He threw one hand behind his back and attempted to do a one-handed push-up. He began to laugh uncontrollably as they were quite literally too easy. Further! he thought, as he switched to two-finger, one-handed push-ups.

No strain. No pain. No effort required whatsoever.

With a quick and controlled kick off the floor he brought his legs up over his head and balanced there in that position, still on two fingers.

”Check me out! ” Zeff exclaimed with a laugh.

Suddenly Zeffs bedroom door flew open and in rushed Dr. Sylvan. ”Zeff-boy! ” he hollered, squinting up at the hole in the ceiling briefly with an astonished look, then, continuing enthusiastically toward Zeff, he added, ”You
e awake! ” as Zeff fell to the floor with a start.

Zeff quickly picked himself up and hollered, ”Doc! You
e— Okay…? ”

He stopped short.

”Doc… D-Did you get… shorter…? ” It was certainly not the right timing for such a question. The Doctor knew it and he knew it. But he couldn help but ask.

Zeff had always been a bit on the shorter side and he had always been a little self conscious about it. But it was his lot in life to be short… So, what could he do about it? At 56 ” he was just below the average male height. However, now, the Doctor who he had noticed was rather tall, was nearly looking up at him.

Sylvan simply patted Zeffs shoulders gently, and with a strange mixture of happiness and melancholy on his face, he remarked, ”Boy… Youve gone through more changes than you realize. ”

By the look on Dr. Sylvans face, Zeff didn know whether he should be excited or afraid. He carefully made his way to the bathroom, Sylvan following close behind, taking special care not to exert to much strength as he went.

As he opened the restroom door he gasped and jumped back, nearly slamming into Dr. Sylvan. It took his brain nearly a second to register that the man staring at him through a hole in his wall was actually Zeff seeing himself in the mirror.

”My goodness… ” Zeff gasped perplexed.

Somehow he had grown more than half a foot in one night. He couldn know for sure by looking, but he guessed that he was now somewhere around 62 ”. He was much longer and, most strikingly, leaner than he had ever wished before.

Zeff instinctively flexed his muscles like he had done in jest dozens of times before. But this time, instead of a few unimpressive jelly rolls, he saw a fully formed set of abdominal and pectoral muscles that would put body builders to shame. His shoulders bulged and his arms were like veiny pythons after a very fat and juice rat. Zeff could practically count the number of muscle fibers in his thighs which were nearly bursting from his boxer shorts and looked strong enough to crush a watermelon between them.

”Im absolutely shredded… ” he said aloud, partially impressed and partially in disbelief.

He drew closer to the mirror and studied his own face for a long second.

Zeff had never considered himself ugly, but he was by no means handsome and that hadn really changed much. He was still your average, bare-faced, every-man. He still had his button nose, semi-full lips, and his thick eyebrows above almond-shaped eyes. But now his face was more chiseled as opposed to round.

His eyes and his hair were the biggest changes of all.

His eyes, once unnoticeable and unexceptional, were now deep and piercing and intense. Yesterday they had been dark brown, but today they were a strange but beautiful blend of yellow and orange.

His hair had been brown yesterday. But today it was black as black could be. And perhaps a bit longer but he couldn say for certain.

Behind him Sylvan was wearing that strange look again. Zeff hadn quite understood that look before, but now it made sense. Indeed, yesterdays Zeff was no more. He was Subject-04 now, a completely different creature.

”Boy… ” Came Dr. Sylvans voice, gentle but firm, ”We have much to discuss and little time. Put some clothes on and meet me in the living room, quick as you can. ”

*****

After Zeff had found some clothes that fit his new body (which took a considerable amount of time) he met Dr. Sylvan in his small and shabby living room. The TV was on Boomerang and an old show called Dexters Lab was playing. It was the episode where Dexter was learning to snowball fight in order to defeat his sister. It was one of Zeffs favorites.

On the living room table was a large loaf of bread, a mountain of fruit, and a bottle of red wine, which Sylvan had likely gathered from Zeffs own kitchen. As Zeff saw the food he suddenly realized how hungry he was and began to eat ravenously.

Sylvan, who was noticeably a bit anxious, waited patiently for Zeff to eat a good amount before asking apprehensively, ”Zeff-boy? Do you remember anything after the moment you put on the ring? ”

Zeff stopped eating and explained everything he had experienced in his subspace from beginning to end with Sylvan stopping him only rarely to get clarification. When he was done Sylvan stood up and began to pace back and forth.

”What in the world is Passive-035… It just doesn make sense… ” He mumbled, scratching the back of his neck and getting more agitated with each passing second.

”Yeah, I don know. It seems dRas made a new Passive skill, or something and— ”

”Not that, boy! ” Sylvan screamed suddenly, causing Zeff to jump in alarm. ”Do you really not remember?! ”

”…R-remember what? ”

”Go and look out the window there, boy. ” was Sylvans cold reply.

Zeff wasted no time as he stood to his feet and walked over to the window facing the central park and his ex-employer, RedBobs. He hadn known what to expect but the scene he saw before him made his jaw nearly hit the floor. ”Matchsticks and microscopes… ” he gasped.

Outside his window was utter carnage. There were dozens of police cars and dozens more police officers and investigators. Yellow tape with the words ”Entrance forbidden ” printed on it had been put up all around the entire park.

Near the edge of the park closest to the residential area, almost in the street, stood the charred remains of what used to be a van or a truck. Next to it was a crater which was as far across as the van was long. Several men were standing around the crater studying and and discussing it intently.

Across the street, the entire front wall of RedBobs was destroyed.

”What the h#ll happened here, Sylvan…? ” asked Zeff turning away from the window to face the doctor, his heart beating loud in his ears.

”*You* happened… ” Was Sylvans curt reply. He then proceeded to quickly explain how Zeff had transformed into an actual dragon, how he had killed Tender-Man (or Zayn) and his men, everything. But he left out the parts about the dragon being able to speak telepathically, how he, himself, had identified the dragon as Rutigorn and especially how he knew who Rutigorn was… That would have to wait. Zeff already had enough to process and Sylvan wasn quite sure he could trust Zeff with such sensitive information.

He went on to say that, since morning, cops had been going from door to door asking civilians if they had seen anything suspicious last night. Each time Sylvan had remained quiet in Zeffs room until the cops moved on to the next door. Sylvan didn mention that the cops would likely soon be back with a warrant once they discovered he had been working at RedBobs last night.

Zeff was sitting down on the sofa in shock, slowly stuffing more bread in his mouth, with a half empty wine bottle in his hand. He had no words. No questions. It was all just so overwhelming. He couldn fathom or imagine himself killing someone and the thought made him sick to his stomach.

”I don know how this happened, Zeff. But— ” whispered Sylvan.

”How do you not know?! ” asked Zeff agitated. ”Didn you help create the dracoRex, *Doctor* Sylvan? ”

”Im not that kind of doctor. I am an archaeologist and paleontologist. ”

Zeff looked puzzled. But before he could put two and two together, Dr. Sylvan interjected, ”So did you try it yet? ”

Zeff raised an eyebrow. He knew exactly what Sylvan was referring to. He was referring to the Skill Tree command that Aida had informed Zeff about.

”Not yet… ” Zeff replied sheepishly. ”Im a bit…. Scared. ” After what had happened in the subspace before, who could blame him.

”Thats perfectly nor— ”

*KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK* sounded the door as the voice of a man called out, ”Zephaniah Corad! We can hear you in there. This is the RCPD. Could you come out and have a word with us? ” As the man said the final words they were followed by the *clickety-clack* of nervous hands fumbling their firearms.

”Why are the cops here!? ” exclaimed Zeff, lowering his voice.

”Surely you can figure that out, boy! ” replied Sylvan as he slowly made his way to Zeffs room, pulling Zeff along. Crouching down and pulling Zeff down with him, he continued cryptically ”No matter what, Zeff, they CANNOT catch you. If they do, you are dead, do you understand? There are very powerful people at play here— ”

*Crash!*

Suddenly the door was kicked open followed by the sound of several footsteps entering Zeffs apartment.

Zeffs mind was racing at 1000 miles per second as the footsteps began to grow closer. He couldn fight the police! He was no criminal. But if Sylvan was right, he couldn give himself up either.

As his mind raced to find a solution, it finally occurred to him what he needed to do. He glanced at doctor Sylvan who was staring back at him with a look of determination and understanding. ”Do it. ” was all he said.

Zeff took a deep breath, not knowing what to expect, and yelled, ”Skill Tree! ” as the world exploded into vibrant color.