A Dragon That My Cat Brought Home

Chapter 24: A passage in writing

I checked the J daily, but there was no reporter who came to cover me. I was more concerned about locking the door, and every time I went in and out of the house, I checked to see if there were any strangers lounging around. I bought an expensive lock with the money I didn't have, and attached it to the door.

People don't easily tolerate things that are different from the common ones. When the platypus was first discovered, scholars did not believe it to be a naturally occurring creature. Suspecting that the beak and beaver tail were attached to the body of another animal, the platypus had to go through a lot of hardship to prove its existence.

Newly discovered mystical animals are likely to be the victims of experiments, the sights of zoos, or stuffed animals of private collectors. We can't let our blue dragon be like that.

Fortunately, I am an optimistic person, but if I were a sensitive person, I might have gotten neurosis.

Fluttering, Fluttering, Meow, Pirong!

My big cat and little dragon were playing peacefully, not caring for their brother.

In the tallest compartment of the cat tower, where the sun is shining, Baek-ho is lying face down with his eyes closed and only his tail is hanging out and waving softly. Blue dragon fluttered with its wings outstretched, and was spinning around trying to catch his tail. If he accidentally catches the tail, he cheers and hugs the tail tightly, but the next moment, Baek-ho pulls it out. Then it circles around chasing its tail again.

Even if you have wings, what you do is no different. The only difference is that what he used to do while standing up in the space just below him and twitching his butt, now he is doing it while flying.

When you look at it, it is as if you are under a spell, and it is a landscape where your body and mind are both stable and peaceful. When the kids play, I have to work too. I smiled and pulled out my laptop.

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As the release date of the results of the fantasy novel contest drew nearer, Kyung-seok Han became restless and could not get a job in his hands.

He didn't tell anyone, but Kyung Seok also completed a fantasy writting and applied for it.

When I first heard that Myung-hoon, whom I had considered a secret competitor since high school, made his debut as a fantasy novelist, I pitied him. Where is the pure writing? He was ashamed that Myung-hoon started with literature.

Kyung-seok was also a martial artist fan when he was in middle and high school, and he enjoyed reading novels in genres such as fantasy. But he never thought it was real writing. To Kyeong-seok, comics and genre novels were just one-time fun things, and they didn't fall into the category of writing. In terms of food, it can be said that they are junk food sold on the street in front of the school. Pyeong-seok himself is an aspiring chef who dreams of becoming a five-star hotel chef.

Kyung-seok has been steadily applying for New Year's Literature in recent years. At least, if you're a good writer, you should aim for this one, right?

However, it was not easy for him to break through the gates of New Year's literature. As he was getting tired of the gates that were too high, the novel market caught his eye.

Let's read what's popular these days. These are written by children who have never studied writing properly, but you won't see anything. If the market is okay, it wouldn't be a bad idea to write one or two and show what it's like to write properly.

Myung-hoon was also a kid who had never written a pure literature novel, but as soon as he wrote his first work, it was quite popular, if not a hit. I could do better he thought. If I  tried writing, I could just  as well.

Once he became interested, the market was not as small as he thought. The prize money for the contest is also great.

After diligently analyzing recent trends, Kyung-seok selected the most popular materials and mixed them well to complete a novel. Myung-hoon's subject matter is not popular and his writing style is too neat, so even if he wins an award, he won't win anything big.

On the other hand, mine used the most trending material, and the style was tailored to the taste of the readers. Of course you cant get better results.

The bookmark meeting is right after the contest results are announced, so I hope I can flatten Myung-hoon's dreams then. Will Yuri or other friends see me differently. It did take long to write, but Im going to tell her I just did it for fun on the side.

But why are you not contacting me? Shouldn't the winners be individually contacted by now? I don't know if it's New Year's Literature, but at a contest like this, there's no way I wouldn't be able to win an award.

Ring ring!

"Hello?"

Hello. SS Media. Are you a writer, Kyung-seok Han?

It came! Kyung-seok stood up, holding the phone.

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Achoo!

What, who's talking about me? Or thinking of me? It's not even a cold, so why do I keep sneezing? My ears are itchy too.

TN:  In korea, people say ones ear gets itchy when people start talking about them.

My ear was itchy, so I picked up an earpick to scratch it, and then I put my head back into the laptop. I didn't want to disturb the progress as the water was in the midst of rising.

/ After flapping its wings of flame, the red pheonix finally landed next to Baek-ho and the black tortoise. They quietly stepped back and made room for the two dragons. A blue dragon from another world and a blue dragon who has been protecting this land for a long time, they faced each other. The two sacred dragons, who were completely different and surprisingly similar to each other, faced each other with solemn faces

As I pounded on the keyboard, I suddenly felt a surge of sleepiness. Huh? I'm not even sleepy, so why am I going to sleep?

it's the dream again That dream of standing by the water and waiting for the owner of the cave. But this time the place is different. I have entered the innermost part of the cave.

It's much more spacious than I thought from the outside. Looking at the high ceiling, it feels as if you have emptied the inside of a mountain and entered it.

There is also water inside the cave. It was smaller than a huge pond like the lake outside, but by my standards, the water was flowing in a large spring.

At the edge of the fountain, she was lying on the ground. The tail and lower body are submerged in the water, and the upper body is lying on the ground outside the water.

She opened her closed eyes and looked at me. Her head was lying on the ground, and it looked like he had no strength to lift it. The familiar amber eyes seemed to call me, and I spontaneously moved closer to her. Fearlessly next to a face huge enough to swallow me in one bite if you open your mouth.

She slowly blinked her eyes. The pupils the size of a car tire reminded me of the bright eyes of someone I knew well, despite their enormous size.

She exhaled her breath painfully. She seemed like she wanted to lift her head but couldnt. Without realizing it, I reached out and stroked her face.

Huh? I couldnt touch her. Her figure is vividly in front of my eyes and I can feel the breath, her hand just passing through her figure. Is this an illusion?

The moment she met her eyes with me again, I realized. I am the illusion. It was me who did not exist in this place. She brought my consciousness to this place. to show something.

Suddenly, my spine became cold and I had goosebumps. Something came closer from outside the cave. The feelings she feels are conveyed to me. Something terrifying and threatening, cruel and ferocious, something outside the cave. I have to avoid, but I can't avoid it.

She forced her motionless body to stand up. As she twisted her body, she saw something cherished beneath her. It is an egg that shines like a jewel in light blue. The shell is cracked as if it will break soon.

She placed her hands on the edge of her spring water . The part where her front paws touched swayed, creating a sparkling ripple. As the translucent ripples widened, a street-like landscape was reflected in it. It's kind of familiar

She pushed the egg, which had begun to break, into the ripples. The egg floated on the water like a rubber ball and then slowly began to sink.

She put her face to the egg fondly, as if to say goodbye to the egg disappearing into the water. She open her mouth but I heard her whispering to her egg. You will take the form of the first one to find you

She turned to me

Now go back.

Oh my god! I woke up and took a deep breath and lifted my head. What a dream I was gasping for breath as if I had just run a hundred meters.

The text was floating on the monitor in front of my eyes.

I leave him in your care