(Severed) Dragon Tales
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Hector ran his thumb along Wolf Beil's immaculately sharpened blade, then hurled the weapon across his bedroom, where it lodged itself in his busted-up headboard, narrowly missing his best friend, Eliwood, who happened to be sitting on the bed.
"What in god's name was that for?" squawked the red-haired boy. "You almost took my head off!"
Shrugging, Hector plopped down onto the other side of the mattress, and began wrenching the weapon free. "I'm just bored," he said, giving the axe a futile tug, then wiggling the handle to loosen it up. Finally it popped out, falling onto the bed, and gouging a huge hole in it.
Eliwood raised an eyebrow. "You shouldn't have weapons near your bed, Hector. It's dangerous."
Clearly, he didn't know Hector as well as he thought. Hector never let Wolf Beil out of his sight. He even kept it next to him at night, and the servants had heard him saying, "I love you, Wolfie" in his sleep on more than one occasion. "I don't want anyone touching Wolfie," he growled, shifting the weapon protectively away from Eliwood.
"Don't worry, I won't." Eliwood said, rolling his eyes. Hector could be so childish sometimes. He got up (mostly to get as far from Wolf Beil as possible), and paced the room. "There's got to be something to do around here."
Hector looked up from inspecting his axe's blade for the thousandth time. "We can go to the arena, if we're quiet about it."
Eliwood shrugged. "I don't like fighting that much, Hector."
"Or we could go set up booby traps for Oswin," Hector offered.
"That was only funny when we were kids," Eliwood grumbled. "And it's not fun spying on the Pegasus Knight outpost, either."
Hector laughed. "Yeah, they were pretty ugly."
"That's mean, Hector. They weren't that bad look-" Eliwood's pacing stopped abruptly. "Hello, what's this?" he murmured, stooping down to inspect the wall. "Hector, there's a box in the wall where a brick should be!" he pried it out, carefully, and set it down on the floor near Hector's feet.
"You're kidding, right?" Hector asked, leaning over to get a better look. Sure enough, there was a little red wooden box, with little gilded dragons on it. "I'll be damned. Open it, Eliwood!"
Eliwood carefully unhinged the box. The inside was as ornate as the outside, lined with velvet on the bottom, and with a small inscription in top. Sitting inside was a single, glittering something. "Looks like a scale of some kind," Eliwood mused, turning it over and holding it up to the light."
"Fly with dragons?" Hector said, reading the words inside the lid. "That doesn't make sense. Dragons haven't been here in… ah…"
"You should've paid attention in History." Eliwood scolded, taking the box from him. "And it sounds like a spell."
"Read it out loud,"
"Okay." Eliwood cleared his throat. "I wish, I wish, with all my heart, to fly with dragons in a land apart."
The room began to spin, and when it stopped, they found that they were no longer in a room, but in a bright, grassy field.
"What the…" Hector trailed off, looking up at the creature standing over him. "Eliwood, it's a dragon!" he cried, grinning madly at his friend and tightening his grip on Wolf Beil. "Let's kill it!"
Sighing, Eliwood drew his rapier. Sometimes, it was easier to go along with Hector than try to stop him.
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End.
lol, I've been subjected to WAY too much of that show, thanks to my little brother. It was only a matter of time before I snapped and wrote something like this.
