This Beast-Tamer is a Little Strange

The fused monster reeled, its wings jerking out unevenly as it tried to stabilize itself. One clawed foot dug into the arena floor with a sickening crack, shattering the reinforced tiles beneath it.

Bea’s field pulsed.

The green head spasmed again. This time harder. One of its eyes blinked out of sync. Then the fused body buckled beneath it, slamming one claw into the ground to stabilize itself.

Kain could feel it.

Bea was no longer within the dragon’s mind. At least not fully. She seemed to be in a strange space where he could barely sense her—which worried him immensely. If something went horribly wrong, he wasn’t even confident in being able to recall her back to his star space.

Indeed, Bea had entered the unstable crack in the dragon’s mind. She appeared in an empty, lightless, directionless space. The only objects available to reorient herself were 4 faint openings in different directions of the space.

3 of the openings were much smaller, but appeared more sturdy. They also had a translucent shield covering them that, as a mental-attribute creature, Bea could instinctively sense were strong mental guards.

1 opening, the one she had entered through was wider, had no guard, and was definitely unstable when compared to the others.

She had to figure out a way to make the other ‘exits’ as unstable, while also guaranteeing her ability to withdraw from this strange space.

Bea floated in that hollow space, utterly still.

There was no air here. No sound. Not even thought, unless she actively generated it.

The seam she’d entered through—the unstable opening—flickered like a torn flap of skin. She could feel it fraying more by the second. If it collapsed entirely, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to leave this place at all.

‘No panic,’ she told herself. ‘Observe. Analyze. Act.’

Her tiny translucent form flickered and a colourless field began to emanate from her body. The three sealed exits pulsed faintly.

She could sense that she couldn’t breach them by force. Not without triggering something irreversible. And if she destabilized them improperly, the entire fusion might adapt and lock her in.

But she didn’t need to break into them.

She just needed to make them lose connection with one another. She could sense that this space was the point of contact between the minds of all 4 creatures. And she could also ‘see’ faint dustlike particles exiting each door and entering the others. She wasn’t sure what it was—thoughts? memories? something else?—but these were definitely important for maintaining the fusion.

But it just so happened, these particles smelled suspiciously like food. With a ravenousness that would make one mistake her for Chewy, Bea moved forward.

Outside, the fused dragon jerked violently again. The blue head snarled, whipping around like it had been struck. The golden head hissed, recoiling its head. The amethyst one blinked rapidly—confused.

Bea kept absorbing the mysterious particles.

Nom Nom Nom

In fact, she almost forgot her purpose for being there…

It wasn’t her fault. They smelled too good.

The dustlike particles filtering through the space weren’t tangible, not in the way most things were. But to her, they had the strange texture of dry sugar spun into thoughts. Memories disguised as candy floss. Nutrient-rich. Addictive.

She opened her ‘mouth’ and inhaled sharply, sucking a thick stream of them from the path closest to her.

A muffled sound echoed through the mental space, like the psychic equivalent of choking.

Whatever those particles were meant to do, they did not like being rerouted.

Bea swallowed it all anyway. First, she focused on those coming from and heading toward the gateway tinged with gold.

Outside, the golden head suddenly twitched—once, twice—then reared up and bashed its skull into the ground like it was trying to dislodge something.

Inside, Bea began to spin slowly in place, letting her field expand further.

With each inhalation, the amount of cross-traffic between the exits lessened.

Still, she could feel the strain.

The space didn’t like what she was doing.

A tremor passed through the hollow chamber.

One of the guarded exits—the amethyst one—began to pulse irregularly, like it was resisting some internal contradiction. This one clearly had a stronger will to resist than the others. In fact, this dragon seemed to uniquely be able to sense Bea’s invasion and resist her more than the others.

She needed to push the balance further out of alignment. The dragons were still too synchronized. If they could coordinate and all resisted the disruption together, they might still recover.

Which meant she needed them to resist each other instead.

Focusing her attention, Bea shifted toward the amethyst exit and allowed her split consciousness carried by the Pale Thought Field, to press against it.

She didn’t try to go through.

She just had her field stick to the surface and began to emit a soft glow and humming noise.

This time she wasn’t only absorbing, she was ejecting. What exactly?

Memories.

She ejected memory fragments she’d stolen from the green head. Bits of what it thought about the others. Jealousies. Fears. Judgments.

They weren’t complete or even really true. But they were enough to make the entrance flare in discomfort.

The amethyst head, in response, roared.

Kain flinched. He could feel the tremor echo through the battlefield. The dragons were no longer fused in intent. Their coordination was fracturing.

Bea allowed herself a tiny moment of satisfaction, then immediately felt the cost.

The unstable entrance nearby—the one she’d entered through—wavered again. A chunk of it peeled back like wet paper. If it collapsed before she withdrew, she’d be locked in here. Possibly forever. Every instinct screamed at her to leave, but…

‘Not yet,’ she thought.

Her gaze turned to the final junction—the one leading to the blue dragon.

While continuing to absorb the particles that represented communication between all 4 heads, she began to also emit some of her own. These simple particles were far too easy for Bea to replicate and produce on her own. Only hers were closer to poison for the mind.

Contaminated memory. Fragmented intent.

It wasn’t an attack.

It was pollution.

A virus, designed to make the other dragons taste wrong.

The blue junction didn’t react at first.

Then—

Snap.

A crack ran down its protective veil.

Not deep.

But visible.

And the mental space itself shuddered.

Bea didn’t wait.

She backpedaled.

Hard.

Her tiny form zipped across the space, flinging excess particles in every direction as she accelerated toward the unstable seam.

Behind her, all three fortified exits were flickering erratically. Data still tried to pass between them, but each attempt now caused spiritual static and jarring contradictions.

Outside, Kain saw the result.

The fused dragon’s body was no longer aligned. Each head twitched independently, out of sync. Its wings beat unevenly. Its claws scrabbled at the arena tiles without coordination. Moreover, the thin black cracks all over its body, began to expand.

He saw it.

This was the moment.

“Now!” Kain barked. “Don’t let them stabilize!”

His contracts moved in an instant.

And in that instant before their attacks landed—

Bea breached the unstable exit.

She crossed the seam.

And behind her—

The space shattered.

The links between the dragons blinked out one by one.

The fusion dissolved.

The fused dragon ceased to be a single being.

Four bodies hit the ground—staggered, breathless, separate.

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