When Dying Tashī Dalāi Called Out -Ch. 1.1 (2)


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    Possibly just Drakos!


    No, let me take charge!


    “Hammond Hound? Leonberger? Newfoundland? Mastiff? Drakmast? Or maybe a Great Pyrenees? You’re big, as big as I am… and I like your fluffiness.”


    Drakos laughed wholeheartedly.


    “Probably, I’m all of them and none of them.”


    I was enigmatic but delighted.


    “Haha! I saw you blush!”


    “I never blush. And sometimes, I might show any of me depending on your mood. You know, you can be restless and cocky sometimes.”


    I defended myself immediately.


    “No, I don’t! That accusation is appalling.”


    “See? There you are. And now you’re blushing. Ha!”


    Okay, okay, your caught-ya moment. Big deal.


    It’s good you’re comfortable with me here.


    I almost jumped up—it was telepathic! He—I mean, you—I mean, we could communicate this way. It’d be fun. Yeah, Drakos! He smiled.


    “And this version of me would be your favorite. You are Drakmast, as you are—rocking like a dragon. And… as they say, caveat emptor—teller beware. Ha! Yeah. So… what are you, really? I mean, you know what I mean…”


    Where on earth had you even read these Western Latin or Greek words, my little one?


    “Anyway,” he continued, “I am a type of Dharma protector. We don’t need gender to accomplish our job—we remain neutral. Neither male nor female. But from time to time, out of necessity, I may appear differently.”


    And just like that, he transformed—suddenly a young, beautiful demi-god-like figure, silk robes fluffing away in the air.


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    “Sometimes, a young novice. Mainly to blend in. You know, this—a young novice.”


    “Admirable. Drakos—yes, Drakos, Drakmast, and Young Master…”


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    “Then what do you protect?”


    “The Lost Arts of of Death’s Escape and Transcendence: t和SharmarkAvatar Codex.”


    “That’s a lost for me to take in, Drakos….”


    Drakos hesitated, his amber eyes darkening for a moment.


    Instead of saying, I don’t know everything yet, he said simply, “But I know I’m continuing my past practices.”


    And as I stood there, my mind racing—Past practices?


    That’s when I heard it—clear as day, not from his lips, but from his thoughts:


    In a timeline spanning both B.C.E. 1st Century, 999,999.1.1; A.D. 1st Century, 999,999.1.1; and now A.D. 2025.1.1, the Lotus-Born Hum—? ??? ????? ???—Avalokiteshvara emerges, riding on the head of the JC Dragon.


    “You didn’t see it. Only certain state of meditation can reach her dimension.”


    Well, I looked up, wow, from this vantage point in the Himalayas, Drakos bestows the secrets of these Arts to all beings below—including you, a young kitchen hand, your Himalayan shepherd, me, and of course, our Master…


    Yet, I looked around—she was nowhere to be seen…


    I stared up at Drakos—taller now, almost at my waist even while seated. His fur shimmered in the faint, ethereal glow of dusk, shifting colors like a river of molten gemstones.


    “This change,” He began, carefully choosing his words, “it happened because my past practices I embraced dragon like being by choice as Dharma Protector to further my practices at the Adorned Country and also to confron the minions of Yama. We act as the Destroyer of Death instead.”


    “Yes, Yama, The Destroyer, I know…So, you could be a fluffy hammohand, and the Jake drag…?” I swallowed the word, frowning trying to make figure out the new relationship…


    He tilted his head again, his soft ears twitching, though his fur now bore no resemblance to the dog I’d known all my life.


    “I was always more than you could see,” he said gently. “And now, you must embrace it fully—because I represent your forceful sid, so, why do you want to run away from yourself and even be afraid?”


    “It makes sense, Drakos, and I wanted to know about the faces. “


    Drakos’s amber eyes flickered with something I couldn’t name—an emotion too deep, too raw.


    “The faces were fragments of what lies between worlds. echoes of the dying and the dead, of forces beyond time—reaching out for meaning… reaching for you. Their presence here was no accident.”


    “For whom?” My breath hitched, before he answered, I blurted. “O! That must be Tashī Dalāi, his energy was chaotic in the midst of calling out…I suppose we all have a role to play, ?rī-verā.”


    I swallowed hard, my thoughts spinning. “But… what role?”


    Drakos exhaled slowly, his shimmering form shifting in the dim light. “Even I do not fully understand that yet.” He paused, then added, “But I do know this— the avalanche was not an end. It was a beginning.”


    Well, I guess me is so far fetch away…