:D just to tell you people, the way I image Darren and the others is the way they're drawn from the cirque du freak manga (which got me started on Cirque du freak)…and before you say anything…yes I got the ending a bit wrong with Darren interfering, but what eve
Mr. Tiny watches the land at his throne; silently fuming. That brat Darren ruined his plans, not once but twice! What was I thinking of making him into a little person? And sending him in the past no less!
A soft wind blows, picking up some dust. Maybe I should take a look around the land. Mr. Tiny got up slowly from his throne, taking his cane.
Outside is barren; a few trees here and there. A small group of dragons are resting nearby. Smiling ruefully, he strode towards the dragons.
Ah, wonderful creature's dragons are. Too bad Darren or Steve didn't live, or they could've controlled these wonderful beasts and be the shadow lord.
To his side, he sees a young dragon coming towards him. It was probably curious of him, for he looked different. He takes couple of steps closer.
*crack*
You can hear the sound of Mr. Tiny's cane hitting the atop of the young dragons head. It ran away, howling in pain, to its mother. That will teach him for getting to close to strange things. Before the young dragon reached its mother, it started to turn in to dust by the tail.
What? He watches closely as the dragon turns to dust. The larger dragons started to dissengrate also.
"Evan…," Mr. Tiny started to yell, but realized that she is visiting her brother's spot where he died. Soon the rest of the dragons turned into dust. The more surprising thing was the dust started turning into trees and grass.
"What is going on?"
Evanna was looking down at the ground. At this certain spot, her brother Hibernus, was killed for interfering. She shook her head, oh Hibernus, if only you never protected the Cirque.
Dust started to swirl around her. What? Dust? Something started to form in front of her. The dust particles came to together and solidify. Black shoes started to form, then legs, a body, arms, finally a head.
"Hibernus…" Evanna whispered with shock to see her brother alive again.
"Evanna?" He looks around, "Where am I? I thought I died," He looks at her.
"You did die…this is or now the future, where Dragons rule,"
"But…" More dust started to swirl. Tents and campers started to appear. The cirque was coming back, "what on earth is happening?"
People started to form, "Dad!" "Shancus?" "Evra?" "Hans! Are you alright?" "Cormac! YOU GOT TWO HEADS!"
Voices started to fill the air.
"Everyone! Quiet!"
"Ugh," sunlight fills his vision, "Wait, sunlight?" Larten gets up, "Wasn't I underground? Over spikes? And didn't I fall?" His last memory was seeing Darren's face.
Dust swirls around him, walls building up. I better get out of this area. He flits away. He stops and looks back, buildings started to form from dust.
What is happening? Wait, how am I able to stand under the sun without burning? So many questions. Larten tried to track any mental signal he can find.
Finally he found one, his old friend Hibernus. It was faint, but he chose to follow it anyways. Maybe Hibernus can give him the answers that he wants.
