A/N: Hi again to those who are following this story or have just found this story and are continuing straight from chapter 1. Finally got this story written up on a journey from Egypt which gave me some ideas on where this story could go. But anyway on with the story.

'Dragon speech'

'Dragon thought'

'Foreign language'

I do not own the work on which this is based but I do own any and all original characters

Fury's own Rifles

Chapter 2

The unit trudged through the sludge that was meant to be a road. They were dressed in French light infantry uniform to get through the heavily patrolled lands leading from Paris to the coast. It had been three days since the raid on the hatchery and the capturing of the three eggs. They had to been lucky that the eggs themselves had been surprisingly small. The egg's at them that moment were in a cart drawn by mule which was bought off French peasant who was too happy to help the 'French Army'.

Lieutenant Walker looked round at his unit as they trudged down the French Lane in a typical French army formation. There are new also kept a close eye on the sky for aerial patrols. Being rumbles was the last thing he wants is. If only it had only a year before gave the order that any British 'S.O.D' soldier was to be executed on the spot and officers tortured information. As night drew close they set up camp on the banks of the small brook. They set up in regular French style to full both French aerial and ground forces. After they had set up the officers tend and bought the cooking fire into life, they placed the eggs carefully around is its undeserved some blankets. Unbeknownst to the men and Walker alike was that one of the eggs had hardened and could hatch any day, possibly any hour.

Walker strolled into his tent after he has seen that the eggs had been placed correctly near the fire keep them at a constant temperature. He had always hated sleeping in close places like buildings and tents; he always preferred sleeping under the sky. But keep up the pretence that he was a French officer he would have had to use the French officers tend. He took off his French tunic and hat. God how he hated there them. He walked out again after putting on his 'S.O.D' tunic back on. Though this was dangerous if anyone came across the encampment and saw a British officer. But the risk was worth it, due to the fact that the French tunic was as if she as if it was made out of goats hair. He walked out and decided to check on his charges. He crouched down near the smallest of the three eggs as he lifted the blankets covering it. It shell looked like it was made out of marble, as the light of the fire damnedest across its surface. It was deep blue with darker fleck scattered across its surface. Walker was captivated by its beautiful colour. He reached out and placed his hand on the near waist high egg. He revelled in house move it was along with the fact that the shell was sapping the war in Friday's hand. He smiled as if he was ten again, he had never seen anything so beautiful. Then it twitched. Not so much that the egg moved, but enough that the younger lieutenant removed his hand sharpish. Walker stared at it holding his hand. And this is how his sergeant found him.

"Something bothering you, sir?" He asked.

Walker snapped out of his stupor. "Find sergeant Dredger, it's just" he looked back at the egg "I could have sworn that this egg just moved."

"How so sir? Do you mean you 'saw' it move?"

"No I felt it move."

"Not to worry some that just tells us that our prize-money is alive and kicking. Doesn't it lads?" Dredger remarked loudly as it was followed by a cheers. Walker chuckled as he got up.

"Anyway sir, I brought you your dinner." Dredger continued producing a bowl.

"Thanks dredger." Replied Walker as he accepted the bowl filled with some kind of meat, a slice of cheese and a chunk of bread. "Where did we get the extra rations from?"

"Chosen man Philip took the bread and cheese from the kitchen at the hatchery. While the pork was bought off the old man we bought them mule and hay cart off of."

"Excellent, I hope there's enough to go around."

"Indeed there is, should last us to the coast."

"Splendid," Walker said "who is the chat we picked up the cheese and bread again?"

"Phillips Sir."

Walker reached into his tunic bringing out a glass hip flask. "Chosen man Philips!" He said loudly.

"Yes sir." Came the reply of a man as he jogged into the fire light.

"Here." Replied Walker as he tossed the flask to him. Phillips caught it. "Best French brandy for your contribution in today's meal."

"Thank you sir." Said the grinning young man as he looked at the flask in his hand. " May I be dismissed Sir."

"You're dismissed."

"Thanks again sir." Came the reply from the already disappearing silhouette of the soldier. With this Walker turned back to his sergeant.

"While think I'll call it a night. I want to be on the road by seven tomorrow, okay."

"Very good sir."

Walker walked back to his tent or heating. As he got inside he sat down on the hay and blankets he was using as a bed. He lay back and his mind drifted to his sister. His sister was, like him, in the armed forces but was in the aerial corps. Their father had placed her in the corps three years ago. Walker thought of how jealous she would be that he was getting so close to rare specimens of dragons while not even in the corps. He smirked, last he heard from her she was out in Gibraltar on some on-the-job training, as she put it. He calls are interested off to sleep.

An hour past and the only men awake on sentry duty. The blue egg Twitched and rolled out from underneath the cover blankets. It rolled from side to side until, with the goal crack at Leg forced its way out. This was soon followed by the rest of its body. It linked to survey its surroundings, shook out the stiffness and its joints, sniffed the air and wandered over to Walker's tent.

Lt Walker drifted into consciousness. He had had an easy night sleep. His eyes cracked open and slowly focused, once focused they will automatically transfix by two bright blue eyes that seemed to be the size of dinner plates. Sergeant Dredger had just finished waking up to that is and was heading over to his officers tend when he saw the cast-off shell. 'Crap' was all he thought before sprinting into the Lt Walker's tent.

"Sir, Wake up! One of the eggs has hatched and the dragonet isn't here! What should we…." he stopped when he saw the scene in front of him. Lying on top of the lieutenant was the dragonet and what seemed to be a staring contest was in progress between the two. The dragonet cocked its head to the left and spoke.

"Why are you staring?" To which Walker blinked before answering.

"You were staring at me first, also you're pinning me down." Struggling for extra emphasis.

The dragonet looked down at itself. "So I am." It stated without moving.

"Well are you going to get off?" the pinned Walker asked. To which the dragonet took what could only be described as a thinking pose on top of the lieutenants' chest.

After a short pause the dragonet returns its attention to the young man he was resting upon. "No."

"Find then." Stated Walker before the heaving the surprise Dragonet onto its back before pinning it down. "Not so cocky now weeeeeeeeeeee…" Lt Walker was thrown right out of the tent by the dragonets back legs. Walker sat up, now covered from head to foot in dust, but was nonetheless laughing his head off. The dragonet followed its eyes fixed on the young officer. It strolled up to him before sitting back on its haunches and began looking at him in a curious manner like a child trying to understand how a new Tory works. Walker looked up at the dragonet and stretched out his hand.

"Truce?" He asks once he had finish laughing. The dragonet looked down at the hands then look to add its own front paw that held out to inspect.

"What a truce?" It replied looking up.

"A truce is an agreement to stop fighting."

"Are you asking for one because you were losing?" It asks. Walkers face dropped at this, while a chuckle went round the now gathered soldiers.

"No, it's because there was no point to the fight."

"0, I see." Said the dragonet before stretching out its front paw and grasping the lieutenants hand. "But what are we doing?"

Walker deadpanned.

A/N: So that chapter two hopefully chapter three will be up soon. Also please review weather it to tell me where I need to improve (Be as harsh as you like) or to tell me you liked it would be great.