"Fenrir! Get your butt back here!"
That one single voice echoed throughout the desolate hallways of the mansion, the pictures on the walls shaking with the force and the chandelier in the entrance hall seemed to waver and prepare to fall, but kept its place. Down those winding stairs came the sound of footsteps, then the harsh thunk of a body tumbling down the steps. The person came to a steady halt when they hit the level ground, rolling forward until they were on their back. The person sat up and rubbed their head, it was a young boy, no older then 12 or 13 with jet black hair and golden eyes, his hair rather messy due to the fact that he just fell down the stairs. Around his kneck he wore a pair of silver goggles, he always preferred them around his kneck then on his head. He wore a black and white zip up sweater, the black collar pulled up to his chin, the shirt itself hanging loosely on him. With this, he wore a pair of black cargo shorts, these just as baggy as his shirt was, a chain rattling against the floor that had been attached to the side of his pants, along with suspenders that were meant to hold his pants up but he let them hang down. On his feet were a pair of black, silver and white sneakers, his black socks bunched up around his ankles.
It seemed he couldn't remember why he was at the bottom of the steps, when the bellowing voice echoed out again, "FENRIR!" it shrieked, when footsteps filled the upstairs halls. The boy, Fenrir, panicked and arose, remembering now what was going on as he dashed for the door, pulling on the handle but it wouldn't budge. "Its.. locked?!" he grumbled in a sweet voice, but the grumbling made it come out more deep. He tried for the lock, fumbling with the latches until everything was unlocked as he pulled at the handle again. Fenrir`s expression turned happy as he heard the soft answering click of the door opening, light pouring into the hall and reflecting against the chandeliers mirrored shell and hitting the floor and walls in a rainbow of brilliant colors. The footsteps now had a form, standing at the top of the steps. The figure waved their fist around and began going down the steps as fast as they could. Fenrir gave them one final glance and dashed out the doorway, laughing in glee at his own escape as he shut the door with a loud boom behind him.
The door opened again and a girl stepped outside, wearing a white and cherry blossom pink dress that ended at the ankles. Her hair was curled into golden locks, her baby blue eyes narrowed at his retreating back in anger, "I`ll tell Tsuki-san what you did, Fenrir!" she yelled after him.
Fenrir continued to run as he looked over his shoulder and stuck his tongue out with a slight wink, "Ha!" he laughed, "You wouldn't because well… just because!" he told her. "See ya later Sakura!" Fenrir called out, waving his hand as if nothing happened and turned back to ahead of him to a large bordering home. An orphanage and school called, Draconis.
The name Draconis came from something years and years before, well at least a couple thousand. The school was so old, no one even bothered questioning the name, Fenrir guessed the teachers and caretakers didn't know either. All except for the mysterious headmaster Rocanis who never showed himself to anyone, not even the teachers. The school had been renovated at least three years ago, everything new now. Fenrir didn't know what to compare it to, he arrived three years afterwards and all he saw were clean and shiny hallways and well kempt dorms. Fenrir didn't know why he was at Draconis, he had woken up in the back of a truck with a bunch of other kids. He asked them where they were going and they said "a new home dummy.". Fenrir couldn't remember anything about himself besides his name, so he just left the subject alone, but he did ask about where he came from. The kids just told him that someone had stopped the truck on the road and a man in a black coat loaded him on. This too, Fenrir ignored as it didn't seem to matter.
The girl, Sakura had retreated back into her mansion. She was about his age really, but rather snotty and stuck up and not that easy to get along with. She wasn't an orphan like Fenrir, but she visited Draconis from time to time to say hello or get some classes from the teachers.
Fenrir knew she wouldn't tell on him for what he did, she wasn't that mean…
…he was wrong.
A mere 5 minutes within Draconis and he had been sent to the headmistresses office, Tsuki, better known as Tsuki-san. She wasn't much of a headmistress, no way related to the headmaster Rocanis. Everyone just knew her and respected her more then the other teachers. This gave her more authority then anyone else due to Rocanis`s strange way of evading any responsibility for the well being of the students.
Fenrir stood inside her office, his head lowered and his eyes downcast to the floor. In his mind he cursed Sakura for being a snitch, vowing to get revenge on her. He held his hands behind his back and rocked back and forth on his spot for a few minutes, Tsuki flipping through various papers.
Finally, she looked up, her gray eyes rather frustrated and her dark red hair a slight mess, which she quickly fixed as she sat up straight in her nice leather chair. Fenrir knew she loved that chair, he himself had snuck a try at sitting in it and the orphan had to admit, it was very comfortable. Tsuki adjusted her glasses and placed her hands on the table, folded neatly, she was rather a perfectionist. She wore a clean and ironed blue dress suit and white blouse, her blue high heels clicking on the tiled floor as she shifted herself a bit as she gave Fenrir a searching gaze. Finally, she sighed heavily and spoke.
"
Fenrir Fenrir Fenrir…" she repeated, shaking her head.
He looked up when she said his name the first time, Fenrir didn't speak, he was afraid what he might say would get him into deeper trouble. His mouth always did.
"…what is this? The fifth time in three weeks that Sakura has reported you causing trouble at her house! It was…" she picked up a thick packet and flipped to the second page, "…you playing on her chandelier and nearly breaking it, you convincing her that she could fly and causing her to jump out the window. Good thing her father caught her in time… you breaking the head off of half her dolls, you playing War with her and beating her over the head with a stick, and NOW…" Tsuki breathed, she had said all that quite fast, "…now you set fire to her closet, taking out half of her dresses when we specifically told you NOT to take those matches from the Science lab!" by now Fenrir was shifting uncomfortably where he stood. He didn't mean any of those things, they were all on accident.
"Tell me Fenrir…" the head mistress began. "…why do you do such things?"
This was his chance to redeem himself for a while, it was finally his turn to speak, "I didn't mean too! They were on accident!"
Tsuki held her head and shook it, her frustration returning, "No no no… oh well. I guess it cannot be helped for the time being. You are free to go…" Fenrir turned to leave but she stopped him again, "But Fenrir. You are not allowed to go to the mansion for a week. Understood?"
Fenrir nearly fell over as he turned to retort, but thought better of it, knowing he could get in even more trouble if he were to talk back. He nodded silently and stalked out of her office and closed the door behind him, sighing. He looked back up and down the hallway to his left, then to his right. Down the right were the dorms and the left had the classrooms, offices and cafeteria/kitchen. His face, once gloomy and melancholy now broke into a grin as he began to silently sprint down the left hallway. Fenrir looked into various classrooms, always ducking underneath the windows on the doorways but when he did look in, he nearly laughed. Today he had no classes, everyones scheduling was different and had certain classes certain days. Today was Wednesday, one of his free days. Fenrir shook his head, remembering his current goal as he sprinted down the hallway again, still doing his duck and run routine when a teacher made their way to the door if he made a sound.
He came upon a pair of large brown double doors, smeared with hand and finger prints due to the students rush to get something to eat. Fenrir pushed the door open, his sweaty palms leaving his own mark on the door as he slipped in. The cafeteria was huge, almost the size of a football field due to the number of students who came in waves. The tables were set into rows throughout the cafeteria, some other orphans were in there, not many though. Some were using the tables as rails to try some grinding on their skateboards or roller blades, while others were doing the homework they had for classes that they wanted to get out of the way. Some people were sitting around and talking, some were typing on their laptop while others were eating. The teachers and caretakers didn't eat with the students, they hid in the teachers lounge to avoid having their arm being mistaken for a chicken wing.
Fenrir watched as a boy he had never spoken too, at least 17, tried a trick with his skateboard, only crashing to the ground when he lost his balance. The orphan nearly laughed and went over to the kitchen and stuck his head inside the door, the serving windows were closed.
The moment he looked in, the sweet smells of fresh baked bread, smashed potatoes and other foods that he would give anything to eat, filled his nose. He took a good whiff and finally decided to actually taste the food rather then smell it. "Hello?" he asked, looking back and forth. Fenrir heard voices around a metal rack of muffins, he strained to hear.
"…what do you think Rocanis will do?" came a mans hoarse voice.
"….be spared…I don't know…." came another mans voice, Fenrir lost some of the words over the roaring of a oven and stove at work. This only made him listen more intently.
"…will rise and then what?" a woman asked.
"I don't know what will happen. Just we cant let any of the students know, not even that headmistress… not anyone! I heard what I heard, and we know what we know. That's all we can run on. Listen… I don't know if we should help Ro……" a tea kettle began to whistle loudly, it caught Fenrir by surprise and left him staring at the stove, not even thinking to run.
The three cooks rounded the corner of the rack and froze at the sight of Fenrir who turned to them and decided to act innocent, as if he heard nothing.
"Wh…What are you doing here?!" fumed the cook with the hoarse voice.
"Did he….?!" The woman cook stammered, her wrinkled face contorted in what seemed to be fear.
The man who was the last to speak before they found Fenrir was a man decked out in muscles, he wasn't a cook obviously, he was a blacksmith or a mechanic. Something of the sort with greased back brown hair and dark eyes.
"What do you want, boy?" the man asked, it seemed like his right eye was twitching.
Fenrir lost his words in his throat and couldn't say anything. First they were talking about really weird things he didn't understand and now theres a strange man here that Fenrir had never seen. The man grabbed the orphan by his shirt and pulled him into the kitchen, the kids outside taking no notice.
"Well?!" the man asked.
The cook with the hoarse voice reached into his pocket and pulled out gold spectacles and peered at Fenrir, "Oh! I know who this lad is. Fenrir my boy! Why didn't you say anything to let me know it was you?" the old man chuckled.
The greasy mechanic looked to the old cook, Fenrir now recognized him as Old Man Hikokano, he was always the one who gave Fenrir his meals and if he was hungry and on his free days, the Old Man would give him his snacks. "Old Man! I didn't recognize you without your glasses!" the orphan pointed out. The mechanic seemed to ease a bit, but he was still rather aggravated, "Wait! Boy, what do you want?" Hikokano held up a wrinkled hand to silence the man, "I know what he wants… food. Right, Fenrir?"
Fenrir nodded and laughed nervously, "Yep, you read me!"
The old man went over to a rack and came back with a brown bag, "Already made."
"Um…" he took the bag and looked nervously to the greasy man, who was now glaring at Fenrir with an unseen hatred, but he could sense it.
"Oh, this is Kyu, a mechanic and blacksmith from town. He just dropped by to give us some news, that's all. No need to fret." The old man nodded politely.
The wrinkled woman was Fela, now he remembered. He barely ever saw her because she did the cooking, he only saw her one day when Tsuki called for her. She smiled politely as well, Fenrir had complimented her cooking before and she had been kind to him ever since.
Kyu was not as kind, "You didn't hear us, did you boy?" he raged.
Fenrir shook his head and lied, "No… I just got here when the tea kettle started…"
"I`m sorry Fenrir lad, but may we ask you to leave? We need to speak of something for our ears only. I`ll see you later and on your next free day."
Fenrir nodded and made his way out the door, Kyu glaring after him in a continuous rage that never seemed to pass.
He made his way to a table that was void of any people, facing away from the kitchen as he sat down and watched as another orphan messed up on their trick and crashed again. He reached into the bag and pulled out a sandwhich, ham and cheese with tomatoes, it was as plain as day. As he bit into it, he wondered what it was that Kyu, Old Man and Fela were talking about but it was really none of his concern so he ignored it completely and took another bite.
Suddenly, someone reached over his shoulder and took his sandwhich from him and left him with empty hands. Fenrir turned to see Denki, better known as Den, finishing off his sandwhich. Den was a tall 18 year old with sandy brown hair and drooping violet eyes. His hair was always parted off to the side, he was in need of a haircut, at least a trim as his hair grew longer. It wasn't long, but he had so much hair he needed a trim and badly. He wore a black school uniform, Den wasn't always an orphan, he once went to a public school but his parents died when he was 14 and he was shipped off to Draconis, always wearing his school uniform in rememberance. Den acted like a leader all the time, he was good at it too. He could convince people to do anything and usually knew what was best.
Den reached down and ruffled Fenrirs head, making his hair even more unkempt then it had been with a grin, ever since Fenrir had come to Draconis, Den had acted as his big brother. "So Fenrir, heard you got into trouble at Sakura`s again?" he didn't need to ask, he already knew. Fenrir nodded with a nervous chuckle, "Yeah… I accidentally lit her closet on fire and half her dresses are ruined. I`m not allowed back at the mansion for a week now."
"She had it coming to her! I mean… she acts like shes the high ruler of everything…" Den started walking around, swinging his hips around and acting prissy and doing his best impersonation of Sakura, "and those really colorful and big dresses… and throwing her money and weight around! I don't see why you always went over there… but I do like the pranks and stuff!" the older one pointed out as soon as he stopped his impressions. "Why did you go over there?"
Fenrir shrugged, with a toothy grin, "Good food, big house… who wouldn't?"
"You make a good point there my friend." Den dropped himself down into a chair next to his friend and yawned. "I`m gonna go to the Dojo, wanna come?" Den asked curiously and gestured around, "Sure is better then sitting around here, right?" the younger one nodded in agreement, "Ok. Maybe we`ll be able to watch a duel or somethin`!" they both arose and walked out of the cafeteria, laughing about all the pranks Fenrir had pulled at Sakuras house. In the window of the kitchen, Kyu looked through and after Fenrir and Den, his dark eyes narrowed as he turned to Fela and Hikokano. "Whos the boy?" he questioned them. "That's Fenrir Wraith. Just another orphan lad." The old man nodded at his own answer.
"When did he get here to Draconis?"
"Hm… about a year ago right after we renovated the buildings." Fela answered.
"Where is he from?"
"We`re not sure. According to the driver, a man had stopped the truck near the Drahun Forest and loaded Fenrir on. All the driver got out of the man was the boys name and age, then the man left. Why you asking Kyu?" Hikokano wondered with a curious glance.
Kyu shook his head, "No reason… how old is he now?"
Fela and Hikokano exchanged looks and turned back to Kyu, "He`ll be 13…"
The man`s eyes widened as if in utter shock or utter horror, "What?!" he bellowed.
"Whats the problem?" they had recoiled slightly at the tone in the blacksmiths voice.
"…you both don't remember the Ritual of Daight Legend?"
"Ritual of Dai… oh dear…" Fela shuddered.
"It must be my old age, my memory isnt what it used to be… I`m sorry but I do not recall…" Hikokano admitted, looking from one to the other.
"The Ritual Of Daight, the ancient ceremony that had been last been practiced one thousand years before now. It is meant to awaken the famed Daight Dragon, Daight in the ancient tongue meaning Blood and Shadows. The 'Blood Dragon' was supposed to cleanse the planet by killing all humans and restore the Dragons of the world. The people who performed this ritual, were the Dragonians who believed the humans were the reason why their race was so cursed. The ceremony must be done when the sun and moon are one. It had been done already, but some humans did survive… as did the Daight Dragon. Now do you remember? And the OTHER half of the legend?"
Hikokano and Fela were both in horror now, they did rememeber and they knew what it meant… all of it.
That one single voice echoed throughout the desolate hallways of the mansion, the pictures on the walls shaking with the force and the chandelier in the entrance hall seemed to waver and prepare to fall, but kept its place. Down those winding stairs came the sound of footsteps, then the harsh thunk of a body tumbling down the steps. The person came to a steady halt when they hit the level ground, rolling forward until they were on their back. The person sat up and rubbed their head, it was a young boy, no older then 12 or 13 with jet black hair and golden eyes, his hair rather messy due to the fact that he just fell down the stairs. Around his kneck he wore a pair of silver goggles, he always preferred them around his kneck then on his head. He wore a black and white zip up sweater, the black collar pulled up to his chin, the shirt itself hanging loosely on him. With this, he wore a pair of black cargo shorts, these just as baggy as his shirt was, a chain rattling against the floor that had been attached to the side of his pants, along with suspenders that were meant to hold his pants up but he let them hang down. On his feet were a pair of black, silver and white sneakers, his black socks bunched up around his ankles.
It seemed he couldn't remember why he was at the bottom of the steps, when the bellowing voice echoed out again, "FENRIR!" it shrieked, when footsteps filled the upstairs halls. The boy, Fenrir, panicked and arose, remembering now what was going on as he dashed for the door, pulling on the handle but it wouldn't budge. "Its.. locked?!" he grumbled in a sweet voice, but the grumbling made it come out more deep. He tried for the lock, fumbling with the latches until everything was unlocked as he pulled at the handle again. Fenrir`s expression turned happy as he heard the soft answering click of the door opening, light pouring into the hall and reflecting against the chandeliers mirrored shell and hitting the floor and walls in a rainbow of brilliant colors. The footsteps now had a form, standing at the top of the steps. The figure waved their fist around and began going down the steps as fast as they could. Fenrir gave them one final glance and dashed out the doorway, laughing in glee at his own escape as he shut the door with a loud boom behind him.
The door opened again and a girl stepped outside, wearing a white and cherry blossom pink dress that ended at the ankles. Her hair was curled into golden locks, her baby blue eyes narrowed at his retreating back in anger, "I`ll tell Tsuki-san what you did, Fenrir!" she yelled after him.
Fenrir continued to run as he looked over his shoulder and stuck his tongue out with a slight wink, "Ha!" he laughed, "You wouldn't because well… just because!" he told her. "See ya later Sakura!" Fenrir called out, waving his hand as if nothing happened and turned back to ahead of him to a large bordering home. An orphanage and school called, Draconis.
The name Draconis came from something years and years before, well at least a couple thousand. The school was so old, no one even bothered questioning the name, Fenrir guessed the teachers and caretakers didn't know either. All except for the mysterious headmaster Rocanis who never showed himself to anyone, not even the teachers. The school had been renovated at least three years ago, everything new now. Fenrir didn't know what to compare it to, he arrived three years afterwards and all he saw were clean and shiny hallways and well kempt dorms. Fenrir didn't know why he was at Draconis, he had woken up in the back of a truck with a bunch of other kids. He asked them where they were going and they said "a new home dummy.". Fenrir couldn't remember anything about himself besides his name, so he just left the subject alone, but he did ask about where he came from. The kids just told him that someone had stopped the truck on the road and a man in a black coat loaded him on. This too, Fenrir ignored as it didn't seem to matter.
The girl, Sakura had retreated back into her mansion. She was about his age really, but rather snotty and stuck up and not that easy to get along with. She wasn't an orphan like Fenrir, but she visited Draconis from time to time to say hello or get some classes from the teachers.
Fenrir knew she wouldn't tell on him for what he did, she wasn't that mean…
…he was wrong.
A mere 5 minutes within Draconis and he had been sent to the headmistresses office, Tsuki, better known as Tsuki-san. She wasn't much of a headmistress, no way related to the headmaster Rocanis. Everyone just knew her and respected her more then the other teachers. This gave her more authority then anyone else due to Rocanis`s strange way of evading any responsibility for the well being of the students.
Fenrir stood inside her office, his head lowered and his eyes downcast to the floor. In his mind he cursed Sakura for being a snitch, vowing to get revenge on her. He held his hands behind his back and rocked back and forth on his spot for a few minutes, Tsuki flipping through various papers.
Finally, she looked up, her gray eyes rather frustrated and her dark red hair a slight mess, which she quickly fixed as she sat up straight in her nice leather chair. Fenrir knew she loved that chair, he himself had snuck a try at sitting in it and the orphan had to admit, it was very comfortable. Tsuki adjusted her glasses and placed her hands on the table, folded neatly, she was rather a perfectionist. She wore a clean and ironed blue dress suit and white blouse, her blue high heels clicking on the tiled floor as she shifted herself a bit as she gave Fenrir a searching gaze. Finally, she sighed heavily and spoke.
"
Fenrir Fenrir Fenrir…" she repeated, shaking her head.
He looked up when she said his name the first time, Fenrir didn't speak, he was afraid what he might say would get him into deeper trouble. His mouth always did.
"…what is this? The fifth time in three weeks that Sakura has reported you causing trouble at her house! It was…" she picked up a thick packet and flipped to the second page, "…you playing on her chandelier and nearly breaking it, you convincing her that she could fly and causing her to jump out the window. Good thing her father caught her in time… you breaking the head off of half her dolls, you playing War with her and beating her over the head with a stick, and NOW…" Tsuki breathed, she had said all that quite fast, "…now you set fire to her closet, taking out half of her dresses when we specifically told you NOT to take those matches from the Science lab!" by now Fenrir was shifting uncomfortably where he stood. He didn't mean any of those things, they were all on accident.
"Tell me Fenrir…" the head mistress began. "…why do you do such things?"
This was his chance to redeem himself for a while, it was finally his turn to speak, "I didn't mean too! They were on accident!"
Tsuki held her head and shook it, her frustration returning, "No no no… oh well. I guess it cannot be helped for the time being. You are free to go…" Fenrir turned to leave but she stopped him again, "But Fenrir. You are not allowed to go to the mansion for a week. Understood?"
Fenrir nearly fell over as he turned to retort, but thought better of it, knowing he could get in even more trouble if he were to talk back. He nodded silently and stalked out of her office and closed the door behind him, sighing. He looked back up and down the hallway to his left, then to his right. Down the right were the dorms and the left had the classrooms, offices and cafeteria/kitchen. His face, once gloomy and melancholy now broke into a grin as he began to silently sprint down the left hallway. Fenrir looked into various classrooms, always ducking underneath the windows on the doorways but when he did look in, he nearly laughed. Today he had no classes, everyones scheduling was different and had certain classes certain days. Today was Wednesday, one of his free days. Fenrir shook his head, remembering his current goal as he sprinted down the hallway again, still doing his duck and run routine when a teacher made their way to the door if he made a sound.
He came upon a pair of large brown double doors, smeared with hand and finger prints due to the students rush to get something to eat. Fenrir pushed the door open, his sweaty palms leaving his own mark on the door as he slipped in. The cafeteria was huge, almost the size of a football field due to the number of students who came in waves. The tables were set into rows throughout the cafeteria, some other orphans were in there, not many though. Some were using the tables as rails to try some grinding on their skateboards or roller blades, while others were doing the homework they had for classes that they wanted to get out of the way. Some people were sitting around and talking, some were typing on their laptop while others were eating. The teachers and caretakers didn't eat with the students, they hid in the teachers lounge to avoid having their arm being mistaken for a chicken wing.
Fenrir watched as a boy he had never spoken too, at least 17, tried a trick with his skateboard, only crashing to the ground when he lost his balance. The orphan nearly laughed and went over to the kitchen and stuck his head inside the door, the serving windows were closed.
The moment he looked in, the sweet smells of fresh baked bread, smashed potatoes and other foods that he would give anything to eat, filled his nose. He took a good whiff and finally decided to actually taste the food rather then smell it. "Hello?" he asked, looking back and forth. Fenrir heard voices around a metal rack of muffins, he strained to hear.
"…what do you think Rocanis will do?" came a mans hoarse voice.
"….be spared…I don't know…." came another mans voice, Fenrir lost some of the words over the roaring of a oven and stove at work. This only made him listen more intently.
"…will rise and then what?" a woman asked.
"I don't know what will happen. Just we cant let any of the students know, not even that headmistress… not anyone! I heard what I heard, and we know what we know. That's all we can run on. Listen… I don't know if we should help Ro……" a tea kettle began to whistle loudly, it caught Fenrir by surprise and left him staring at the stove, not even thinking to run.
The three cooks rounded the corner of the rack and froze at the sight of Fenrir who turned to them and decided to act innocent, as if he heard nothing.
"Wh…What are you doing here?!" fumed the cook with the hoarse voice.
"Did he….?!" The woman cook stammered, her wrinkled face contorted in what seemed to be fear.
The man who was the last to speak before they found Fenrir was a man decked out in muscles, he wasn't a cook obviously, he was a blacksmith or a mechanic. Something of the sort with greased back brown hair and dark eyes.
"What do you want, boy?" the man asked, it seemed like his right eye was twitching.
Fenrir lost his words in his throat and couldn't say anything. First they were talking about really weird things he didn't understand and now theres a strange man here that Fenrir had never seen. The man grabbed the orphan by his shirt and pulled him into the kitchen, the kids outside taking no notice.
"Well?!" the man asked.
The cook with the hoarse voice reached into his pocket and pulled out gold spectacles and peered at Fenrir, "Oh! I know who this lad is. Fenrir my boy! Why didn't you say anything to let me know it was you?" the old man chuckled.
The greasy mechanic looked to the old cook, Fenrir now recognized him as Old Man Hikokano, he was always the one who gave Fenrir his meals and if he was hungry and on his free days, the Old Man would give him his snacks. "Old Man! I didn't recognize you without your glasses!" the orphan pointed out. The mechanic seemed to ease a bit, but he was still rather aggravated, "Wait! Boy, what do you want?" Hikokano held up a wrinkled hand to silence the man, "I know what he wants… food. Right, Fenrir?"
Fenrir nodded and laughed nervously, "Yep, you read me!"
The old man went over to a rack and came back with a brown bag, "Already made."
"Um…" he took the bag and looked nervously to the greasy man, who was now glaring at Fenrir with an unseen hatred, but he could sense it.
"Oh, this is Kyu, a mechanic and blacksmith from town. He just dropped by to give us some news, that's all. No need to fret." The old man nodded politely.
The wrinkled woman was Fela, now he remembered. He barely ever saw her because she did the cooking, he only saw her one day when Tsuki called for her. She smiled politely as well, Fenrir had complimented her cooking before and she had been kind to him ever since.
Kyu was not as kind, "You didn't hear us, did you boy?" he raged.
Fenrir shook his head and lied, "No… I just got here when the tea kettle started…"
"I`m sorry Fenrir lad, but may we ask you to leave? We need to speak of something for our ears only. I`ll see you later and on your next free day."
Fenrir nodded and made his way out the door, Kyu glaring after him in a continuous rage that never seemed to pass.
He made his way to a table that was void of any people, facing away from the kitchen as he sat down and watched as another orphan messed up on their trick and crashed again. He reached into the bag and pulled out a sandwhich, ham and cheese with tomatoes, it was as plain as day. As he bit into it, he wondered what it was that Kyu, Old Man and Fela were talking about but it was really none of his concern so he ignored it completely and took another bite.
Suddenly, someone reached over his shoulder and took his sandwhich from him and left him with empty hands. Fenrir turned to see Denki, better known as Den, finishing off his sandwhich. Den was a tall 18 year old with sandy brown hair and drooping violet eyes. His hair was always parted off to the side, he was in need of a haircut, at least a trim as his hair grew longer. It wasn't long, but he had so much hair he needed a trim and badly. He wore a black school uniform, Den wasn't always an orphan, he once went to a public school but his parents died when he was 14 and he was shipped off to Draconis, always wearing his school uniform in rememberance. Den acted like a leader all the time, he was good at it too. He could convince people to do anything and usually knew what was best.
Den reached down and ruffled Fenrirs head, making his hair even more unkempt then it had been with a grin, ever since Fenrir had come to Draconis, Den had acted as his big brother. "So Fenrir, heard you got into trouble at Sakura`s again?" he didn't need to ask, he already knew. Fenrir nodded with a nervous chuckle, "Yeah… I accidentally lit her closet on fire and half her dresses are ruined. I`m not allowed back at the mansion for a week now."
"She had it coming to her! I mean… she acts like shes the high ruler of everything…" Den started walking around, swinging his hips around and acting prissy and doing his best impersonation of Sakura, "and those really colorful and big dresses… and throwing her money and weight around! I don't see why you always went over there… but I do like the pranks and stuff!" the older one pointed out as soon as he stopped his impressions. "Why did you go over there?"
Fenrir shrugged, with a toothy grin, "Good food, big house… who wouldn't?"
"You make a good point there my friend." Den dropped himself down into a chair next to his friend and yawned. "I`m gonna go to the Dojo, wanna come?" Den asked curiously and gestured around, "Sure is better then sitting around here, right?" the younger one nodded in agreement, "Ok. Maybe we`ll be able to watch a duel or somethin`!" they both arose and walked out of the cafeteria, laughing about all the pranks Fenrir had pulled at Sakuras house. In the window of the kitchen, Kyu looked through and after Fenrir and Den, his dark eyes narrowed as he turned to Fela and Hikokano. "Whos the boy?" he questioned them. "That's Fenrir Wraith. Just another orphan lad." The old man nodded at his own answer.
"When did he get here to Draconis?"
"Hm… about a year ago right after we renovated the buildings." Fela answered.
"Where is he from?"
"We`re not sure. According to the driver, a man had stopped the truck near the Drahun Forest and loaded Fenrir on. All the driver got out of the man was the boys name and age, then the man left. Why you asking Kyu?" Hikokano wondered with a curious glance.
Kyu shook his head, "No reason… how old is he now?"
Fela and Hikokano exchanged looks and turned back to Kyu, "He`ll be 13…"
The man`s eyes widened as if in utter shock or utter horror, "What?!" he bellowed.
"Whats the problem?" they had recoiled slightly at the tone in the blacksmiths voice.
"…you both don't remember the Ritual of Daight Legend?"
"Ritual of Dai… oh dear…" Fela shuddered.
"It must be my old age, my memory isnt what it used to be… I`m sorry but I do not recall…" Hikokano admitted, looking from one to the other.
"The Ritual Of Daight, the ancient ceremony that had been last been practiced one thousand years before now. It is meant to awaken the famed Daight Dragon, Daight in the ancient tongue meaning Blood and Shadows. The 'Blood Dragon' was supposed to cleanse the planet by killing all humans and restore the Dragons of the world. The people who performed this ritual, were the Dragonians who believed the humans were the reason why their race was so cursed. The ceremony must be done when the sun and moon are one. It had been done already, but some humans did survive… as did the Daight Dragon. Now do you remember? And the OTHER half of the legend?"
Hikokano and Fela were both in horror now, they did rememeber and they knew what it meant… all of it.
