The Heir appears

A/N: Blub, new chapter! ~(^w^)~ excitement! Also in the last chapter, a few people pointed out that Kanaya was there and that's my fault! I totally forgot she was one of the orphans' haha. It should be fixed but if it isn't I'll delete and re-upload the chapter before this one so if it says two chapters were uploaded it's really only this chapter and then an edited chapter 3.

Chapter 4

John's eyes fluttered open, blinking in protest from the brightness. He sat up, instantly regretting it as he felt a stiff pain in his shoulder. He let out a groan, a painful shoulder, or any body part for that matter, was never fun.

A knock came at the door. John quickly told them to come in.

Dave appeared, looking relieved but also incredibly worried. John saw Casey over Dave's shoulder.

"Casey!" He exclaimed, smiling widely as the little dragon flew forward, nuzzling and licking his face affectionately.

Dave chuckled, walking in and sitting next to John's bed. "How are you feeling?" he asked.

"Ugh. Groggy and pained," John said with a slight laugh, which ended in an 'ow' as he clutched his shoulder.

"Well that's to be expected when you take an arrow to the shoulder like you did," Dave stated matter-of-factly.

"True," John agreed, scratching Casey's head, "Hey can you do me a favor?"

"Do you have to ask?" Dave asked, a smirk playing at his lips.

"I have a feeling I'm supposed to stay in bed right?" Dave nodded, slowly, anticipating where this was going. "Well, I was hoping there was some way I could get outside? The breeze always makes me feel better."

Dave smiled, standing up. He held out a hand, which John took with his uninjured arm, using Dave's strength to get out of the bed. Moving was painful, but he HAD to feel the breeze; he could feel it calling him.

"Just lean on me," Dave said quietly. John felt heat rise to his face. Dave's voice was beautifully raspy and low when he spoke quietly and it gave John butterflies.

John leaned on Dave with his uninjured shoulder as they made their way slowly to an annex room which led to a balcony. Dave turned the handle, opening the door.

Immediately, John could feel the wind wrap around him gently, welcoming him back. It pulled him out onto the balcony. He giggled as the wind picked him up slightly. He could feel it over his wound, like it was analyzing it or something. Dave stood leaning on the doorframe, watching with a small smile.

A blue glow formed around John's shoulder. It felt nice… At first.

Pain shot through his arm, and his eyes widened as he let out a scream. It felt like the wind had pierced the wound.

"John!" He heard Dave yell. John had been lifted out of Dave's reach, curled up in a ball, clutching his shoulder as the wind held him just out reach from anyone wishing to help.

After a few seconds the pain stopped and the wind lowered him gently back onto the balcony, setting him down and ruffling his hair slightly.

Dave rushed over to him kneeling next to him, "John are you alright? What the hell was that?"

John looked up at him, "I'm fine. I think the wind healed me," he pulled the bandages off his shoulder. Dave's eyebrows shot up in surprise.

There was nothing but a very faint scar left on his lily white skin.

There was a loud grumble. Dave burst into laughter and John's face went red with embarrassment.

"Well, it's quite obvious that you're hungry so let's go get you some food," Dave stood, gesturing for John to stand, "But first you need to get dressed."

John walked behind Dave, wearing the fanciest thing he's ever worn but also rather simple. He was dressed in blue. The sleeves were long, hugging his arms tightly, but not tight enough to restrict movement. The sleeves had thumb holes at the ends, which John had put his thumbs through, kind of like really long gloves. The neck line was rounded and he wore a vest that zipped up like a turtle neck and accentuated his long neck. His pants were plain, a darker blue then his shirt, with wind like embroidery along the sides and knee high black boots.

He loved how the material was soft and light. It was like a really worn old sweater that was nice and soft and warm.

Dave led him to the kitchen, where maids and a couple cooks were working diligently. They froze when they saw John and bowed. He grew a bit flustered and whispered to Dave, "I don't think I'm ever going to get used to this."

Dave chuckled before addressing one of the cooks, "He is hungry. Think you could whip up something?"

The head cook scoffed, "You doubt us knight? Hmph," he turned to face John, "And what would the young heir prefer?"

John thought for a second, "Hmm… something… sweet, please," he finished with a lovely little smile.

The cooks got down to work and within minutes, they had strawberry shortcakes on a plate, placing it in front of John, who had migrated to a table.

He gazed at the dish. It looked too beautiful to eat, but he didn't want to offend the cooks. He picked up a fork and cut a piece, placing it in his mouth. The cream melted in his mouth, the strawberries adding to the sweetness, and the cake was fluffy and soft.

"This is delicious!" he exclaimed happily, taking another bite and looking over to the cooks, "Thank you!"

They all showered him with 'thank you's for his compliments before heading back into the kitchen.

He finished and sat back, sighing contentedly.

"If you're feeling better, it's time to begin," Dave said, motioning For John to follow.

"Time to begin what?"

"Training."

A/N: There ya go friends! Training starts next chapter. How will John fare with his unknown teacher?

Well… Read and find out! (When the chapter comes out XD)

And to make things easier, I'll probably update on weekends so I can focus on school during the week. I may occasionally update during the week, depending on how I feel :T