Hi there! This is 3Dless-Jacqueline Spicer! Call me 3D. This is my first story on this account... And all I can say is that I hope you enjoy! Forgive any mistakes please!

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Of Dragons and Wyverns Too Chap 1

A figure walked up a steep path on a mountain side. They were short and skinny, hardly older than a toddler at first appearance. When looked at carefully the small person's stance and smooth gait suggested an experienced traveler, and possibly someone who knew how to defend themselves.

Their clothes were simple and plain, though an extremely baggy hoodie obviously made for someone far bigger than they was clutched in small arms. Head ducked and the sun creating the perfect shadow, their face would have been invisible to anyone there to look.

With a small jerk, the figure stiffened warily and looked into the distance when a shout echoed. Creamy green eyes skimmed over the land.

"What's a yowling showdown?" A young voice muttered. "Whatever idiots are yelling like that are about to cause some trouble, this is an avalanche zone." The figure stood still for several minutes stoically before slumping and sighing in exasperation. "Stupid family instinct for doing the right thing…"

The person, whoever they were, slouched their way off the mountain's path and started the long hike to find the idiotic owners of the voices that were echoing around the mountains.

"Ow ow ow ow ow!" Jack howled as he jumped on one foot with a pained expression. He'd just lost a Shen Gon Wu AND had his foot crushed. It felt like it was broken!

"Oh stop it Jack," Raimundo taunted. "I doubt it hurts that much!"

Jack sent him a deadly glare that went completely unnoticed as he gently tried to set his left foot on the ground. With a hiss he lifted it back up and wobbled dangerously as he tried to keep his balance without the use of both feet.

The four monks were already leaving on their giant dragon, not even looking at him as he sucked in deep breaths in order to keep himself from screaming. It hurt bad, really bad, and he was this close to screaming in pain. But he absolutely REFUSED to show that pain in front of the four Dragons. They would likely laugh at him, thinking he was overreacting and being a wimp.

But seriously, he was really hurting now. Watching them fly off he finally gave up and flopped to the ground, giving out a pained whine. Tears gathering in his eyes he sucked in another breath so as to not outright cry.

"Stupid… monks… Stupid… country hick," He whimpered as he cupped his hands around his foot, trying not to touch it but feeling that instinctive urge to protect the injury.

During their showdown, Clay had caused a miniature avalanche and Jack had nearly gotten crushed alive. He hadn't, luckily, but a giant boulder had landed right on his foot. It had then proceeded to roll right off, which he supposed was a good thing. It would be hurting a heck of a lot worse if the rock was still on his foot.

That didn't mean he was happy by any definition of the word. His foot was completely crushed, he'd lost the Shen Gon Wu (though it was supposedly pretty useless anyway), and he could swear his whole leg from the knee down was starting to swell up like a balloon.

He gave up after a bit and let the tears come, streaming silently down his face. It was a bad quirk he'd tried getting rid of before, but nothing seemed to ever work. Whenever he got hurt he would start to cry; whether he'd broken his arm or gotten a splinter. It was like his tear ducts were connected to his nerves or something!

Groaning he tried to get a better look at his foot, but all he could tell was that his boot was starting to feel much tighter than it should. Pulling out a small pocket knife (from his other boot, scarily enough) he went straight to sawing at the strings because they were too tight to untie. Jack whimpered as he worked, accidentally jerking his foot around every once in a while and trying his best not to scream when that happened. Now that the showdown wasn't in progress there wouldn't be any mini avalanches, just the full ones.

And no way was he in any shape to outrun a rock avalanche.

He'd finally managed to get most of the shoestrings cut when he felt a bit of wetness from the tongue of his boot. With a frown of confusion he rubbed at it then looked at his fingers. Jack gasped as he saw faint smears of red on his fingers. Okay, definitely crushed!

He didn't bother trying to get his boot off the rest of the way. If his bones had simply been broken that would be the thing to do before it swelled too much, but if his foot was literally crushed and bleeding he was in a much worse situation than he'd thought.

He looked around all of the sudden, getting the feeling he was being watched.

"Who's there?" He demanded in a hoarse voice, pain evident.

"You're hurt." He looked around in confusion at the obvious youngness of the voice.

"No duh, I'm crying and my leg's swelling up like crazy." Jack snapped sarcastically. He couldn't really help it, he didn't have a filter on most days and when he was hurt it was nonexistent. "Who are you? Where are you?"

"Right here." Jack screamed and fell backwards when the voice came from right next to him. "Sorry, my family tends to do that on habit…"

"Some family," Jack croaked.

"You have no idea…" The voice muttered.

Turning his head, Jack's eyebrows raised when he saw a little kid standing there.

"Uhh… How old are you?"

"None of your business." The boy scowled (rather adorably). "Do you need some help?"

"Depends," Jack shifted awkwardly and moaned when his leg throbbed. "You got a phone? Mine got crushed. And Aspirin would be awesome too…"

With a slightly amused smirk (and wasn't that funny that a kid who looked no older than eight could make that expression) the kid pulled a small bag forwards from where it was slung over his shoulder. "Don't have any modern medicines. Everyone in my family's allergic to practically everything in them so we rely on herbal remedies and homeopathy. But as long as you don't mind the taste, this stuff's better than any Aspirin by far. It'll put you out like a light or make you 'happy' to the point of numbness." Getting a slight snort he rolled his eyes, the impossible color catching Jack's attention. "I'm not allowed to say high because it makes it sound like the stuff's made of drugs."

"Smart," Jack admitted with a wince. "Can you help me up?"

Without a word the kid pushed his shoulders up carefully, helping him back into a sitting position. "I'm Nock Brithyr Junior, but call me NJ. Who're you?"

"Jack Spicer, evil boy genius." He announced proudly before realizing he probably shouldn't have said that. The amused (it looked weird on the kid's face!) look made him scowl.

"Oh no, I believe you, it's just that most people aren't so confident that they'd blurt something like that out so easily." NJ dug through the bag and pulled out a stoppered glass bottle. He pulled it open with a pop and grabbed a water bottle and an empty glass bottle.

"Yeah, I'm not sure I should keep the evil part, at least not lately… Things haven't exactly been looking my way." He sighed and watched as NJ poured a few drops of blue slush into the empty bottle.

"Why are you evil then?" He stoppered the bottle again and poured some water into the bottle with the drops.

"I-" Jack stopped. "I… well, evil's… fun?" He defended weakly, not quite sure what to say. NJ stoppered the second bottle and started shaking it.

"I don't really blame you for being so confused." He shrugged at the astonished look. "Good guys have it easy. They do things because they're right, or they do things because they think they're right. My family's got it harder, we're more or less neutral. We do whatever is the best choice and decision to make taking first the safety of each other into account and then the possibility of unnecessary harm and damage. Its way more complicated than that, but even that little bit's real hard to think through." NJ uncorked the bottle (now a light, watery looking blue) and offered it to him. "Push your tongue to the bottom of your mouth and gulp this in one swallow, you do NOT want to taste it."

Taking the bottle warily Jack sniffed it, looking surprised when he didn't smell anything. Giving the kid a confused look he tipped his head back and bolted it down. He still got some on his tongue, sadly.

"Eeeeeuuuugh!" He rubbed at his tongue with his sleeve. "Oh my gosh, what is in that stuff?!" He gagged.

"No idea, but it works. Give it a minute or two. Here." He offered him the water bottle.

Jack took it and swished his mouth, spitting the aftertaste out and coughing. He kept sipping on the bottle, grimacing at the horrible taste. "At least you warned me, I never like those people who say things aren't going to taste bad just to get you to take medicine."

NJ shrugged. "Honesty is the best policy, unless you're infiltrating. Then the best policy is a bunch of half-truths. But really, my uncle's remedies taste so horrible because he has to use some really weird plants. There's no point in trying to say they don't taste bad. He's been experimenting with stuff to sweeten it, or do something to help with the flavor, but he hasn't been having much luck."

Raising an eyebrow at the first comment, Jack nodded and blinked as everything seemed to wobble in his vision. "Woah… trippy… Did I just say that..?"

The kid snickered at his wide-eyed look. "Yeah, it works fast. Come on, now that you're all numbed up we can get you down the mountain. There's a small town at the bottom." NJ somehow managed to get Jack standing despite the dramatic height differences and acted as a living crutch.

"This is actually kinda scary…" Jack slurred. Everything was wobbling in his vision. He wasn't so high as to put any intentional weight on his crushed foot, but it still bumped the ground every now and then. He couldn't feel anything.

NJ hummed in acknowledgement and kept going. Jack blinked as he realized that this kid was probably not even ten years old yet, but talked and acted like a mature adult. It was actually hard to remember he was a kid when you were talking to him.

"Hey… how old are you?" He muttered. "Wait… never mind, I already asked you that…"

"Maybe I'll answer someday." NJ smirked slightly.

"Someday?"

"You're pretty interesting. I wanna hang around you for now. You okay with that?" He looked at Jack curiously, showing a bit of his age in his adorably wondering look.

Jack blinked in the face of the puppy eyes. He'd never seen them before, he'd thought they were just people exaggerating! "Um… I guess? Won't your parents worry about you or something? And what about the neutral thing?"

"My parents won't care, they'd just tell me to be careful. And the neutral thing has a few exceptions." NJ turned his head to look straight forwards, obviously pasting a blank look on his face. Jack gave him a confused look.

"Then sure, I could use an extra pair of hands here and there…" Jack slumped suddenly. "Oh gosh, Wuya's going to kill me…" NJ stumbled when receiving the extra weight but kept going without a complaint, Jack not even noticing he'd stopped supporting most of himself.

"Wuya?"

"How do you feel about ghosts?"

"Ghosts, fun." He deadpanned. Jack finally realized what he'd done and straightened up as much as he could.

"Great." Jack said just as dryly. "She's kind of my boss/accomplice. She's going to be so mad that I didn't get the Shen Gon Wu…"

"The whaty?"

"I'll explain later…" Jack sighed. "Um… am I supposed to be tilting..?"

"The blunk, blue gunk, it's what my cousins call it and it just sticked, makes your body pretty much go to sleep. So yeah, you're just losing your balance."

Jack groaned and tried his hardest to stay upright. Getting dragged down the mountain was not something he was looking forwards too.

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