Meetings and Endings
The meeting room was booming that Saturday with everyone talking at once. Everyone was excited about the new find. A dragon was awake. Not an evil one, said the mother, btu a dragon none the less. Theirry was amused at the concepted. No one had ever seen an actul dragon that didn't want to kick someones ass. His right arm, Draven, stood sullenly by the door as if he was thinking about walking out. Theirry walked up to him and slapped an arm around his shoulders.
"Whadda think?"
"About what, Lord?"
"The Dragon," said Theirry exasperated.
"She has a name," the reply came emotionless.
Theirry shrugged at him and walked away. Something was eating his friend. He thought about it for a second and smiled. Maybe he found love. Theirry chuckled at it and drapped an arm across Hannah.
Draven watched the fools jabber about "the news". It wasn't that big of find. Didn't they know better? He walked out the door leaving Daybreak to their own demise. He had better things to do. A smile creeped across his lips. It looked evil, like everything else did. He left the white mansion and sat down on a rock by the pond in the back. He watched as the rock he threw in shattered the peace of the surface.
"Fools," he muttered. "She'll knock you down Theirry, but you won't listen." He knew. He knew the serphants name, her birthday, even what she liked to sleep in. He heard the sound of music and turned. A look of surprise crossed Draven's face. There she stood. He blinked.
"No bloody way." He shook his head. This was insanity.
The slight breeze rustled Two Horns' hair. She wore it long in it's wine colored state. Her pants felt like they were going to take her off into flight for as big as the bottoms were. The only thing that felt normal was the shirt, but it was a little tighter than what she would've liked. She watched the dark haired man at the pond stare in shock and smiled.
"Hello Cold Heart. Been awhile," her soft voice didn't carry but her heard it.
"How...why...where's Seraphant?"
"I'm the bringer of bad news, but your precious little dear is dead. Such a bloody pity," she said hatefully. Two Horns watched Draven as he put his head down.
"She was more powerful than you, child. Go back to your cave and stay there. Your not worth my time. Cold Heart is dead."
The words hurt, but Two Horns hid it under blank eyes. She'd waited for him forever, but he didn't want her. Figures, she thought. Damn Seraphant!
Draven watched as Two Horns slipped away without a word, her face oddly blank. He shrugged off the feeling settling around his shoulders and realized it wouldn't leave. Did it matter to him if she still loved him? A roll of thunder caught his attention, as did a large raindrop that hit him in the middle of his forehead. It mattered.
The meeting room was booming that Saturday with everyone talking at once. Everyone was excited about the new find. A dragon was awake. Not an evil one, said the mother, btu a dragon none the less. Theirry was amused at the concepted. No one had ever seen an actul dragon that didn't want to kick someones ass. His right arm, Draven, stood sullenly by the door as if he was thinking about walking out. Theirry walked up to him and slapped an arm around his shoulders.
"Whadda think?"
"About what, Lord?"
"The Dragon," said Theirry exasperated.
"She has a name," the reply came emotionless.
Theirry shrugged at him and walked away. Something was eating his friend. He thought about it for a second and smiled. Maybe he found love. Theirry chuckled at it and drapped an arm across Hannah.
Draven watched the fools jabber about "the news". It wasn't that big of find. Didn't they know better? He walked out the door leaving Daybreak to their own demise. He had better things to do. A smile creeped across his lips. It looked evil, like everything else did. He left the white mansion and sat down on a rock by the pond in the back. He watched as the rock he threw in shattered the peace of the surface.
"Fools," he muttered. "She'll knock you down Theirry, but you won't listen." He knew. He knew the serphants name, her birthday, even what she liked to sleep in. He heard the sound of music and turned. A look of surprise crossed Draven's face. There she stood. He blinked.
"No bloody way." He shook his head. This was insanity.
The slight breeze rustled Two Horns' hair. She wore it long in it's wine colored state. Her pants felt like they were going to take her off into flight for as big as the bottoms were. The only thing that felt normal was the shirt, but it was a little tighter than what she would've liked. She watched the dark haired man at the pond stare in shock and smiled.
"Hello Cold Heart. Been awhile," her soft voice didn't carry but her heard it.
"How...why...where's Seraphant?"
"I'm the bringer of bad news, but your precious little dear is dead. Such a bloody pity," she said hatefully. Two Horns watched Draven as he put his head down.
"She was more powerful than you, child. Go back to your cave and stay there. Your not worth my time. Cold Heart is dead."
The words hurt, but Two Horns hid it under blank eyes. She'd waited for him forever, but he didn't want her. Figures, she thought. Damn Seraphant!
Draven watched as Two Horns slipped away without a word, her face oddly blank. He shrugged off the feeling settling around his shoulders and realized it wouldn't leave. Did it matter to him if she still loved him? A roll of thunder caught his attention, as did a large raindrop that hit him in the middle of his forehead. It mattered.