I do not claim Teen Titans, or anything to do with Dragon Riders. (Eragon, Eldest, et cetra)
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Dragon Riders? Recap: After receiving five oddly coloured stones, Raven brings them back to the tower. The most peculiar thing occurs: the stone hatches to reveal a dragon! The sour dragon has no taste for Beast Boy's idioticy and even though after another egg is hatched because of the changeling, it makes him no kinder. Will the dragons learn to trust each other as well as all the Riders without harming each other?
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"Friend Raven, I have been looking everywhere for you! I was hoping we could travel to the mall of shopping, or do the painting of the toes or-eeep!" she squeaked, pointing a finger at the two dragons that were staring at her intently. "What are those and why do you hold them so?!"
"Calm down, Star, they're only baby dragons. Chill, it's no big deal," Beast Boy commented, rising while he held Xenos to his chest, but the dragon clambered onto his shoulder.
"Why are there dragons in the tower?" she inquired confused, looking from the Goth to the changeling.
"I was given dragon eggs and here we are now," Raven commented dryly, shrugging as she rose lazily.
Groggily, Zarathustra pounced onto the table, flapping his small wings along the way. He landed, turning to the alien as he prowled after the pale girl. Beast Boy nodded to the dragon perched on his shoulder and it squawked gently.
"Hello; I do believe your name was Star? I am Xenos, Beast Boy's dragon," the earth dragon said.
"Uh, dude, her full name's Starfire," Beast Boy whispered to the dragon, who merely shrugged in response, muttering: "I heard you say her name was Star, BB."
"Yes, Star, is-as you would say-my name of nick," she answered, grinning at the dragons, no longer afraid.
"Do you mean nickname?" Zarathustra growled as he lunged for Beast Boy, grabbed onto his clothes and sat himself on his head.
"Hey, get off of my head dude!" the green changeling protested, but shut up fast when the dragon growled.
"Oh, yes, nickname," the alien said with a blush.
"I am Zarathustra and as you must know already-if you are not dense like Beast Boy here-I happen to be Raven's dragon. Raven is my Rider, as Beast Boy is Xenos's," he spoke with an icy tone, but he snarled when the alien jerked him from where he sat into a tight hug.
"Uh, Star, you might not want to do that," Raven cautioned. "He doesn't like BB as it is. You don't want to get on his bad side, unless you wish pain."
"Hehe," was all the changeling could reply, pulling nervously at his collar as the black dragon was released.
"May I have a dragon?" Starfire chattered excitedly, glancing around, but saw no other dragons and her face fell. "I have Silkie, whom I take much care of."
"Sure, just grab an egg and see if it hatches!" Beast Boy exclaimed and a smile lit upon the alien's face again, but fell.
"Egg? Are we to eat them? Besides, I see no eggs in here," she murmured.
"No, you don't eat them and they're over there on the table," the Goth said with a shrug.
"Are you sure they are not-"
"No, they're not stones," Beast Boy answered calmly. "I thought they were stones at first."
Nodding eagerly, she rushed over to the eggs. She picked up the yellow one, but nothing occurred.
"Why does it not hatch?" she asked: "Am I to break it?"
"No, don't break it. That's probably not your dragon. Try the blue, or red," Xenos suggested hopefully.
Nodding, she put it down, then scooped up the red one. When it didn't hatch, her eyes narrowed and she scowled. She almost threw it down on the table in frustration, but didn't and merely picked up the blue one. A whistle erupted from within the egg and she cried out in alarm, throwing the egg at the window, but a black aura caught it, gently lowering it to the ground safely. It jumped around for a bit, then lay still, silent as they all held their breath.
It trembled again, before it rolled, bumping against the alien's feet before cracks rolled along it.
"Did I do the breaking of the egg?" she cried with concern for the egg, but the Goth shook her head at the alien's stupidity.
A tail lashed out of the egg, although it was quite odd, seeing as though it looked more like a dolphin's tail than anything else. The shell quivered, then broke, revealing a light blue dragon to stand in the remnants. Its bird like wings flapped testily and it jerked up an odd paw. It had only four toes and it had something that appeared to be webbing that joined each toe together. Hair covered its eyes, but it shook its head to reveal its calmness inside of its pupils. The hair ran down its neck, ending at its withers, causing it to have the slight appearance of an equine.
"Yes; thank you for freedom, my Rider," the dragon croaked, trying to get used to the voice it had obtained as it jumped into her lap.
"Tell me, young dragon, how do you know much words and yet you are just born? Especially since you are speaking English," Starfire fumed.
"You may out beat me in age, but my mind-our minds-can easily out rule yours. We have remained within our eggs until our Rider comes; we have been inside those eggs for a long while. We hear words being spoken and we learn many languages as we wait for our Riders," the dragon answered, with the same calmness that burned in its eyes. "Now, Zarathustra and Xenos have names, Starfire, shall you name me now? Oh, I think you need to know first I am indeed female."
"Wow," the green changeling breathed, forcing the Goth to shake her head in disgust.
Such an idiot, Raven thought bitterly as she glared at Beast Boy, then turned her attention to her dragon whom had found himself upon her shoulder to get a better look.
"Yes, a name is in order for you. How about Hytimjir't?" she offered and the dragon seemed stunned.
"Hytimerwhat?" she requested once more.
"Hytimjir't, meaning smart-one, in my language," she repeated, grinning.
"She's Tameranian," Raven offered and Hytimjir't mouthed "Oh."
"Yes, I suppose it will fit in," Hytimjir't answered.
"You do not enjoy the name?" the alien questioned, hurt.
"I do, although I do not have the fluent tongue of you to easily speak your language. Hytimejir'te it is," she said.
"Hytimjir't," Starfire corrected sternly.
"Sorry, sorry," Hytimjir't apologized, raising her oddly shape forepaws.
"Shall we tell the others of the dragons?" the alien questioned, well, more so decided.
She floated out of the room, leaving the two teens and three dragons to stand there and wait. She returned, followed by a yawning Cyborg.
"What is this, Star?" he yawned, raising a metallic hand to cover his gaping jaws.
His eye lid was half closed in a lazy form, while the other continued to glow red. She floated forward, ordering him to wait, then came back to him with her hands behind her back. Raven and Beast Boy regarded this, waiting to see their friend's reaction.
"Cy, meet-" she said, moving her hands in front of her to reveal Hytimjir't, who grinned at Cyborg.
Before the alien could say anything more, a large hand had made contact with the small dragon, sending her flying towards the window yet again with a squawk of alarm. The alien's eyes grew wide as she looked to the side to see her dragon hurtling at a fast speed towards the window. Before the dragon made contact though, the same black aura lowered her to the ground. Shaking her head, she glowered at the half-robot man, her icy blue eyes no longer calm as she stalked angrily towards them.
"No good cyborg," she hissed between clenched teeth.
"Yo, how can that thing talk and is it doing in my tower!" Cyborg called, narrowing his eye at the dragon whom had lurched herself off the ground to land in the girl's hands.
"You will not cause more harm to my Hytimjir't," she scolded.
"Hytimerwhat?" he asked, confused as he returned the glare to the water dragon.
"It's Hytimjir't," she hissed. "I thought you were supposed to be smart. All dragons can talk; doesn't take a genius to figure it out."
"I mean, that green bean figured it out by his self," Zarathustra sneered, pouncing onto Star's left shoulder, joined by Xenos who had planted himself on her other shoulder.
"Hey, he's not stupid; he does have a brain you know," Xenos defended his Rider, getting a nod of approval from him.
"What? Three dragons… In my tower!" Cyborg screeched.
"Calm down, Cyborg. They're ours; Zarathustra is mine-he's the black dragon that yields darkness-Xenos is Beast Boy's-he's the green dragon that controls earth-and as you have noted, Starfire owns Hytimjir't-the blue dragon, which I believe has power over water," Raven soothed, striding over confidently to take Zarathustra back.
Panting, he glared at the black dragon who sneered at him in return. Those red eyes seemed to be mocking him.
"Yes, friend Cyborg, you must have a dragon for yourself! There are two eggs left; one must be yours at least!" spoke an excited Starfire, who placed her dragon on her empty shoulder to pull her friend to the table.
On the way over, Xenos jumped off to land on his Rider's head. He nestled himself comfortably in the mess of green hair.
"Pick an egg; red, or yellow."
Muttering under his breath, he hissed: "God dammit, why do I have to friggin' have all these dragons running amuck in my tower."
Nonetheless, he picked up the yellow egg easily, bouncing it in his right palm. Each time it bounced, it rose higher and higher, yet he put no more force into each push. A wail that had Cyborg clutching his ears sounded before the egg broke. A yellow dragon tumbled to the floor with yet another screaming wail, landing on its back. It clambered up swiftly, shaking the bits of egg from its spikes.
They were nothing compared to Zarathustra's; rounded and easily to hold onto to, not even causing any tingling when they were touched. They weren't the same colour as the dragon of darkness' though. They were golden like the horns that stuck up straight between its ears. The horns between the two dragons were similar, although Zarathustra's were sharper, longer, an ivory colour and his were flat down and not to mention electricity didn't course between the two. Its tail was just like Zarathustra's as well, but there was no spear-like end to it. It was plain and simple.
The yellow dragon wailed again, then climbed up Cyborg's back and perched delicately on his head. It held its head high to the ceiling, snorting softly.
"Well, my Rider," it said softly, lowering its head as he stiffened, straightening. "Shall you name me?"
"Yo, who are you!" he called, trying to see it, but it was in a blind spot. "Get down from there."
"As you wish, Cyborg," it squeaked, lowering down to his shoulder where he could see it. "Now, to answer your question as to who I am: I have no name, for you must name me, but I can tell you one thing. You are my Rider, I am your dragon; together we are strong, united partners together to fight against evil."
"Uh, we already do that."
"I know, but together, we could save the world! Are you going to name me or not; give me a nice name like Xenos, Zarathustra and Hytimjir't. Nothing simple and plain, like Bob, especially not a male name since I am female," she commented with a giggle.
"Well, I would name you 'Lalage,' meaning 'to babble' in Greek, but I'm feeling nice, so how about Laetitia, the Latin word for 'happiness,' since you seem to be quite happy and joyful," he suggested.
"How cruel, Cyborg; to even think of naming me Lalage. I accept Laetitia though with great pleasure, since what you say about me is true," Laetitia spoke with a grin. "I'm the exact opposite of Raven!"
"That's true," Zarathustra huffed and Beast Boy broke into laughter.
"Shut up," she hissed, silencing the changeling.
Xenos tapped the last egg lightly with a tail and a screech of impatience sent him crawling backwards.
"You have five Titans, yes? Where is the last one, for he is impatient and if he gets stalled longer, he'll be in an even sourer mood than Zarathustra was when he first saw BB," he said in a worried tone.
