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The Tale of the Twin Dragons
I remember when I was little my mom, I called her mo, would tell me fairytales before bed. My favorite story was the dragon's tale.
"Tenten," she said in a voice so sweet and soft, it reminded me of a jolly Christmas bell.
"Would you like to here a story?" I would nod my head vigorously.
"Yes please."
"Well you're in luck," She said and tapped my four year-old button nose.
"I just heard of a wonderful story. Actually it's a prophecy. I think you'll like it."
"What's a procicy?" I asked and she laughed.
"A prophecy, my dear, is a guess of what might happen in the future. This prophecy is about a girl. When she was born, the elders said that she was human form of the princess dragon, Lyra. It also said that one day, she would be the holder of twin dragons. Tenten, You know about dragon holders, don't you?"
"Yes. Pa told me about 'em. He said that sometimes dragons send their eggs from their world to ours and that even though there aren't many, each egg's got a holder. But Pa told me that a holder only gets one dragon." I said looking confused.
"Well your pa was right. Nobody has ever seen a holder with two dragons, that's one of the reasons why many people don't believe this prophecy. They say that there is no way a holder can have two dragons." She answered.
"But just because nobody seen 'em doesn't mean that it can't happen." I argued.
She laughed. "Well, that's very true panda." She said.
That was my nickname, Panda, because I always like to wear my hair in two buns. Only my mo and pa used that name though.
"Well, look at the time. I guess we'll just have to finish tomorrow, won't we?"
"Noooo! Mo, it was just getting good!" I protested.
"Nope. It's time for bed. We'll finish tomorrow, ok?"
"Promise?"
"Promise."
But she wouldn't keep her promise, because for her there would be no tomorrow.
Now I am sixteen and I live with my Pa, the village black smith, in Konoha. He tells me stories, teaches me about weapons, and tells me about dragons and dragon holders. He says dragons live in another world but the Elders are able to speak with them through something called an Anora.
Even though Pa tells me adventures stories about ninjas, and nights, and ruthless battles, my favorite is still the unfinished dragon's tale. I always ask Pa to tell it to me. But when the part where mo stopped comes up I tell him to stop. It's her story to tell. Her's only.
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