A sad little one shot of mine. I don't own dragon booster. read and reveiw, oh and Save the Dragon Booster Challenge! Come on people, show your support for DB!
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Proud
Thirty years after the second war, a group of children came to a museum. I was a monument to all those who had died, trying to save their beloved world. The tour guide led them into the first room, "This is the hall of Drakkus, and those who died defeating him are remembered here. There was the esteemed jouster Phistus, the mute racer Sarjo, and the independent child, Sparkk, are the most revered, as they were the first to try, and the last to fall."
"This is the prophet's Hall, where those who died against the orange dragon are thought of….."
This went on for about an hour, before they reached the final room. The woman's speech stumbled a bit, "This, this is where the two boosters who were lost are remembered. Word's final blast was meant for all five, but the Lightning and Shadow boosters shoved the other three….out of the way…." her voice trailed off.
As the kids wandered around the hall, the woman fiddled with her charm bracelet. As the kids headed out, she walked over to the two main photographs of the two without their armor. She bowed to the one of Lance, "I am proud to have known you."
She looked at her bracelet again, and then stroked the cheek of Moordryd's picture, one of the rare ones where he was smiling. "I am proud, Moordryd Payyn, to have loved you."
The woman with aqua hair left, the heart-shaped charm on her bracelet glinting in the sun. Two M's were carved into it.