Author Note: No, I'm not dead, neither dropped this, I thank any readers I have, hope they forgive me, this chapter had two problems, one, I rewrote it at least three times (along with the rewrites of previous chapters, so I recommend giving them a read if you though they weren't as well written, I tried to give them a better cohesion), the other problem, is that I needed to think what will come after this, I basically have though the next 4 or 5 chapters, which gives more or less the group's characters presentation, but nothing after that, so I decided to though it well, not much done, but a better idea of what will happen.

Chapter 5 – Birthday Party’s First Part, Sister’s Experience

- - - - - - - - - - Rudui’s Point of View - - - - - - - - - -

I reached over to the table of food and served a little of everything onto my plate, quickly moving over to the next till I had a nice pile of assorted bite-sized dishes.

It’s been around 10 years since I have been reincarnated, or more like screwed over. I was one of the mighty of the dragon race. A powerful Matriarch of the Red Dragons, or I would if I had ever found a male good enough to mate with.

Half of this was my high priorities on the mate I would accept, the other half was one of my blessings.

Who I’m kidding? It’s a total curse. A blessing from Fate, the one and only, who decided to gift me with a fate-twisting ability. Each time I speak of anything that has an almost impossible chance of happen, that event will proceed to happen.

This brought me my terrible title: “Disaster Tongue”. As a blessing, there’s no real way to have it removed unless I piss off the one who blessed me. And Fate’s one of the few who take anything done to them as given, meaning he’s not one to get pissed off at stuff that happens; was it done by chance or with evil intentions.

Not all things are bad; this blessing’s pretty much neutral on what it affects. Being a dragon was one of the good things that came out of it. Of course I didn’t see much reason to tempt fate by using it more frequently.

With the many years a dragon lives, I learned to cope with it: ‘Don’t talk much’, ‘Just give Orders’, ‘Don’t comment about anything’, etc…

But Fate’s a fickle bitch, and I’m pretty sure she didn’t like me not using her blessing more after getting to be a dragon. Long story short, I said something along the lines of “I’m sure that if I die right now I won’t be reborn like a bunny”.

And lo and behold, I’m dead by the last word coming out of my mouth and next thing I know is that I’m a white fuzzy ball just out of my mother.

I luckily managed to keep my mouth shut for long enough to get adopted as a pet, I’m sure the guy, who now I call father, knew perfectly well that I was anything but a bunny. Especially around these parts of Existence, looks are the last thing you got to checkup.

But looks do help. I check down my body and one could only think about the mix of a bunny girl with a dangerous predator. I must say that 10 years of this looks helped me like them.

I’m flexible, my legs are like springs and my claws have not lost a bit of sharpness and durability. I like to use them instead of knifes, but Mom has stated that I will only be free to do that when the table that gets cut in half is not hers.

Talking about Mom and Dad, they are good people, they aren’t that old, but they have accepted me quite quick and easy, got to say that it feels good to have a family. Especially that twerp, it feels good to have a gofer that does what I tell him.

I look around and find him chatting with some of the close family; I think the two men that are with him are his grandparents; The twerp’s keeping his ground pretty well, but they seem bent on making him call uncle under their pressure, I know their kind pretty well, they look like battle junkies. This two geezers must have known each other for long enough to make anything a bet and competition.

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I slowly walk over and use my own aura to shield him, let everyone see that I’m a good master; I take care of my subjects; As the twerp gets the pressure lifted off from him, he takes a deep breath and turns to me and smiles thanking me.

I promptly ignore the obviously deserved acknowledgement, then I turn to look at the two geezers “Two old men picking on a young, don’t you fear that you will loose face? Not even doing it one at a time, you are ganging up on the younger generation”

The two of them seem to have lost sight of what were they doing, both look pretty depressed, it seems it started playfully but their old rivalry ended with the twerp in the middle of their aura clashing. I promptly drag the twerp away with me as the two old men start to fight again about who started to up the bets.

I drag him over to the table and make him carry a tray with food I piled up to eat, standing by the table could tempt people to talk to me and that could end terrible. ‘At least I have him all for me. After all, I doubt another female would be interested in him’.

I freeze and look around, hoping Fate wasn’t paying attention at my thoughts, that bitch usually keeps things down to anything I say, but I haven’t given him any pleasures lately, she’s bound to pay a little more attention just to have fun.

I breathe a sigh of relief as nothing seems to have happened, the twerp looks at me confused as I quickly start to pile some more food and drag him over to the edge of the party.

Yes, it’s his birthday but most people here are taking this as a family meeting, everyone greeted us into the family and then went to chat with people they haven’t seen in a long time or decided not to see, till today.

We sit down on a bench looking over the party and the twerp places the food between us. He seems to be going sappy and thanking me for being around and a good sister, pfff, like I’m doing this for him, I just need a good loyal subject to do what I tell them, I would be a terrible Queen if I didn’t at least keep him safe.

I watch a female about our age part from the party and come over to where we are, a cold sweet grows on my back, I fear that I may have screwed again.

She stands in front of us, she’s pretty tall now that I see her well, about 2 meters tall, her hair’s fire red and held back in a ponytail, her eyes were as red as her hair, now, the surprise was her body, she’s not only stacked, but she’s fit as any high-class warrior, her muscles are perfectly marked, incredibly, she still sports a pretty feminine figure.

It doesn’t help that she’s wearing such skimpy clothes, which female would wear chest bindings and a worn-out training gear, her pants look like shorts and her jacket’s kept open by her large chest.

“Ha ha ha! So you are the birthday boy? A pleasure to meet you my name’s Arthu…I mean Artemis, you can call me Art for short” She brazenly opens the conversation and extends her hand to the twerp, who quickly shakes it but also makes a pained expression as her grip must be about to mush his bones into powder.

There’s something so familiar about her, I can’t put it into words, but, I felt her aura before…Art, Art, Arthu…

“Well, nice to know you too, I think I heard my uncle name you, then you must be my cousin, my name’s…” “Arthur?! Martial Arts king Arthur?” I completely loose it, I fall back and start laughing like a maniac, I barely stop to regain my breath but as I see her blushing I break down once more.

“Can’t believe it, King of Martial Arts Arthur is now the Queen Artemis, oh god, this is just golden” I just can’t stop rolling on the grass, I look over and she’s totally red, her whole face looks like a tomato, her skin’s as red as her eyes and hair.

I was crying so hard that I totally miss when she clocked me out with just one punch.