~Finding Home Again~

Chapter 1

"How much longer, Skiadrum?"

"We are almost there, Rogue."

The child nodded and peered carefully over the edge of his father's head. He was sitting on the top of the dragon's head, tiny hands wrapped around one of three tiny horns that lay parallel to Skiadrum's larger, slick back horns. They have been flying for what felt like forever- Skiadrum was taking Rogue to meet a friend of his and his "son".

Rogue was nervous and a little bit scared. This was going to be his first time being in the presence of someone that wasn't his foster father. Even though Skiadrum said the son was around his age, the raven haired boy didn't know what he was going to do about the friend's son. Skiadrum often complimented Rogue's quietness since he was to be "a shadow and everything that entails- quietness and remaining in the background".

"We are here."

The dragon landed silently in a large open meadow. There was an enormous cave right in front of them and Rogue could smell dragon and something that smelled similar to how he smelled. Rogue carefully slid down from Skiadrum's head, only to run and hide behind one of his front thick front legs. Skiadrum snorted with a soft smile, his tail coming up to rub the top of the human's head. "It is alright, Rogue. There's no danger here." The dark purple and black creature looked back at the cave and yelled, "I am here!"

Rogue watched as a gigantic, light colored dragon came out of the cave. He was quite "furry"- he had a long beard and from his head and down his spine there was a trail of hair. His wings were feathery, almost like an angel's. The dragon was covered everywhere else with scales and his belly appeared smooth. His horns looked like antlers that were on deer and bucks. Loud, little footsteps came from the cave and Rogue found himself looking at another little boy.

The boy had spiky blonde hair and dark blue eyes. He was tanner than Rogue and maybe slightly taller. A thin, diagonal scar ran across his right eyebrow while his left ear was pierced with a dangling metal pendant. A large grin was spread across his face, showing all of his sharp teeth, when he took notice of Rogue, waving. Rogue waved back shyly, still hiding behind his father's leg.

"You got quite the shy one, Skiadrum."

"That I do, Wesslogia." Rogue was pushed in front of his dragon by the tip of Skiadrum's tail. "Rogue, I would like you to meet my old friend, Wesslogia the Light Dragon, and his son, Sting." The pale raven waved again, muttering 'hi' with pink colored cheeks.

"Sting." Rogue watched as the boy looked up at his father with a tilt of his head. "Skiadrum and I have some business to discuss. Play with Rogue until we are done."

Sting nodded, the smile back on his face. Rogue looked up at his own father, who looked back at him. "It's all right, Rogue. Go play." With that, Rogue watched Skiadrum follow Wesslogia back into the cave, leaving only him and Sting. The Shadow Dragon Slayer played with the end of his shirt, refusing to meet Sting's eyes. Well, apparently, Sting didn't like that because next thing Rogue knew, he was being pulled into forest. He looked up to catch Sting's bright eyes.

"Come on, partner! I know this awesome spot that we could play at!"

"P-Partner?" Rogue questioned, startled.

Sting turned around, still holding Rogue's hand and now walking backwards, and nodded confidently. "Of course. You are a Shadow Dragon Slayer and I'm a Light Dragon Slayer. There's no perfect match than us!"

"But you don't know me and I don't know you."

"So? We will."

Sighing at the other's stubbornness, Rogue couldn't help but smile. Here was his first friend, a fellow dragon slayer. It would be foolish to deny himself this person because Rogue had a feeling that they would be seeing each other a lot. "Let's go than partner."

~~Border~~

Please forgive me if they seem OOC- this is my first time writing them and I would love some feedback on how I wrote them.