Various Headcanons (Of the sort)

My broken right arm hangs beside me, letting my blood slither its way staining my green shirt-gownish clothes. No longer having the energy to shout for help, instead a black mass followed suit in my direction.

With nothing but a worthless wandaler to have as my protector, I merely let it fall from my left hand, not of any use any longer. The object materialized away in green mist, back into my pocket lock. I slump back, awaiting the bliss of what is to come. I smile.

At least now I won't have to face the outside shunned Vikings. A breeze slips by; my body shivers in the slightest delight. You, the boy at age fourteen stopped the attack. You the boy who looked so young and of no muscle, you the boy with the auburn hair that took me by surprise.

"…op!... …Oothless!... N…t …threat!" my hazy vision could see various figures, but I knew it was only one and the other. You turn around, face tinged with fear and what looked like mercy, and look at me, the widest eyes imaginable.

They pierce right through me. Like the light would through paper when it was at one focus. Your focus took the light in and went through me. We wore what seemed the same attire, yet yours sported more of the ones… I saw back there.

I tried to move but the agonizing pain in my arm, and now drenched leg, I stopped. My determination to get away was great, you however took my left arm. The one not most damaged. As if a hallucination, you spoke out and I stopped.

"We have to get you help!" at those mere words, does my battered face scrunch into the face of a toddler whose first weapon was taken away. No longer able to hold it in, I bring my left arm, gloved hand covering my face. The long held tears spilled, as I gasp multiple times at the pain.

Merely seven years old, how else was I to get away. Revealing a secret of the unknown magic was something the outsiders did not take well. A queen. Another world. These wands. Broomsticks. No one could get away without a toll.

Not without the flails thrown around. The projectiles. Not the brutes.

The various cries from the distance signaled they were coming and coming in close. You picked up my slumped crying figure, trying your best not to let my injuries get any worse. You told me to shush, not to lead them any closer.

The black mass followed by your side. Unbeknownst to me would I ever know what it was, but coming from its low purring, I had a small feeling. You and I mounted the beast and hopping it went. It jumped, hearing inaudible clinks and out we sore. Away from the bowl shaped trap.

The nausea that accumulated was starting to take its own toll. I moaned, and you shushed me once more. If I wasn't in this state I would giggle. I didn't think we were in the sky, but I wasn't anymore helpful.

What seemed like a terrible long trip, we landed on a desolate part of the isle. I clutched to your chest, trying my best not to spew on either of you or your friend. I felt your body let go, but at the slightest ounce of lost space, I cling even harder not wanting to let go.

I can tell you don't resist, instead shifting your position so that I could face you. Setting me down, you still held my hand. Merely looking face down at the black scales of the creature we were sitting on. Instead of staying like that, I looked up.

I don't whimper as much before, but the tears still kept going. The sun made my eyes shimmer, bouncing off the soil rich color of my eyes. My face and black hair warm up, but it was only when I faced you did I feel warmer.

Only then when I felt, without the need of any magic of any sort, that you were hiding a secret. You don't want it out. You can't let it out. Just from the look of despair in your face, that this might happen to you if yours comes out horribly the way mine did. I only let my eyes wander to the dragon there.

Of course. The long lived creatures that steal food for unknown reasons. I reach my left hand softly caressing the hind leg. The gentle purring he gives calms the both of us down. I smile a bit, letting my dizziness catch up.

You still take hold of me. On my own instinct I squeeze crush your right hand and looked back up at your face. Your cute, innocent, unique face, that makes me smile. I incoherently whisper something, as you put your ears next to me face.

"Baba." I say once more, as I close my eyes letting me rest. My secret was something of unnecessary force, something I knew you didn't want your village to find out. Your dragon. My magic. We needed to keep these secrets only to each other now, no one else must know.

And yet, you made your friend take you back to the outskirts of your village risking your members to think about what you came across, and the rest. And as much as I want their help, after I get my arm, leg and injuries bundled up…

I still want to be with you.