Don't own Dragon Booster. . . . .
I can't believe the choices we make
Creates everything that we now hate
Faster, Faster won't You make this better
Artha walked into the stable. He stood there for a moment, not really seeing anything. Beau walked over and nudged him. Artha clung to the familiar face. After a while, Artha released Beau. The dragon watched him. Artha rubbed his eyes and when he reopened them, he saw Beau was kneeling down so Artha climbed on his back.
Beau ran on and on. Artha leaned in close to his neck. Colors and images blurred past him. He wasn't steering Beau. The dragon seemed to know just where they needed to go. The stride was so smooth he didn't need a saddle. "Faster, boy." Beau obeyed and opened his step even more. Artha closed his eyes and was soothed by the comfort of his dragon's stride. The powerful pull of the frontend, and then the strong push of the hind end. It was a constant rocking motion, carrying Artha far away. On and on they ran. Artha could feel the heart Beau poured into every step.
When Artha felt pushed to his limits, Beau saved him.
They passed through the city out into the open land and beyond that. Nothing was familiar and Artha hung tighter to his dragon. The distance seemed to allow strength to come into Artha. And the loyalty and love his dragon had just proven renewed him. "Stop, Beau." Beau stopped. Artha still felt broken. He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around his dragon's bulky neck and breathed in his scent. The scales rubbed against his face, offering a much needed contact. Beau turned and nuzzled his boy's knee. They shared everything- their emotions, their losses, and their moments of weakness. Not everyone can speak their fears or worries out loud- even if people say they'll listen to them. Beau had given Artha a chance to speak. Their run had said everything Artha wanted to say. Not that he wanted to run away from his destiny but that he needed to know someone understood him as much as he understood himself. That he really was that close to someone. And that someone was Beau.
The sun was setting. The sky was a brilliant gold in her last moments. Artha saw the first of the stars beginning to appear. They offered sanctuary for those not ready to give up the day. "That's us, Beau."