Yu-Gi-Oh was created by Kazuki Takahashi. I claim no ownership of any of the series, or characters in the series; further more I do not and never will earn any money for writing fan fiction of any sort including this fiction.
Thanks to everybody who has been reading and reviewing. I do really appreciate your feedback…not that I expect reviews I am just glad I have people interested, and please, please, pretty please let me know if ever you find my story is hard to sit down and read, because I know that I sometimes find myself skimming for the "good parts" if you have to look for the good parts then it just isn't a good story.
I am worried that this is one of those chapters that will be hard to read because it just doesn't feel like plot.
Oh and don't worry about Eiko and Shizuka they did not die. Eiko was given the gift of holy power by the gods to save her son. She is a white elf now (basically like a priest or priestess in the elf culture of my little imaginary world) and has white hair and eyes she is physically blind but she had gained the second sight.
The Dragon's Child
Chapter 6: Disheartened One
A great shadow covered the ground as a hollow roar bellowed overhead. If one were to look up at the sky they would see a terrifying yet beautiful sight; a sleek black dragon soaring on the wind. Though the beast looked magnificence it gave a pitiable cry.
A lone male, and a very young one at that, dragon was a sight to behold. This dragon had been abandoned by its clan when its parents went mad and began attacking the human settlements. They brought the wrath of the humans down upon the dragons. The clan fled into the east as far as they could from human civilization, but they shunned Daiyu believing him to be a risk to the safety of their clan.
His own father ended up turning on him giving him a long and painful scar down the length of his body in his blind rage. His mother was still sensible enough to listen to her instinct to protect her hatchling. She and her mate fought to the death leaving a very young dragon kit to fend for itself.
Daiyu had grown up hard. He had little nicks and scars across his still hardening body. He was a bit thin, having to fend for himself. Daiyu had lived alone for almost two decades. He didn't know a life off the mountain where he had been sired and feared meeting other dragons because of his rough appearance. He was nearly an adult and his instincts were screaming at him to make the trek to the mating grounds; the place that he vaguely remembered his former clan had headed toward as a group when they had left the young creature behind. There was a migration that headed out every ten years or so and so Daiyu swallowed his fears and went. As he had feared he was met with scorn. He was small for his breed and scarred. No female would look his way…though a few males tried to take advantage of him. He had managed to escape a large green dragon. The male was another unmated bull and he had been whipped into a frenzy of lust. Poor Daiyu was the only thing around that seemed to be a good enough target. The ugly brute had only one eye the other was a scarred hole. He was large in all aspects and Daiyu meant all. He was thankful he was able to scramble away from the male before he could do any real damage. The green bellowed and roared when Daiyu had bitten into him. It promised to find him and breed him. He had yelled back that the male was crazy. Luckily he was much faster if not stronger than the bull that had tried to mount him. He had been gone less than a week from his home he was so glad to see familiar grounds, but he was also very sad…he was worthless. The only dragon interested in him was a crazy bull dragon who must have thought Daiyu was a female.
He sighed as he climbed in the air. He circled his home intending to land but then his stomach grumbled in protest. Though there was a thick blanket of snow there was always something to eat in the valley. Venison ran in the snow they seemed to enjoy the cold. Wolves tracked the deer and other smaller animals. Daiyu was not opposed to eating either deer or wolf meat, but deer tasted better. Daiyu though liked to watch the pretty animals prance about in the snow. He always felt a little twinge of guilt when he took down a deer. He always went for the bucks during foaling season. He refused to leave a fawn orphaned. He knew the pain of losing one's parents. He was aware that the deer were not intelligent, they were mere beasts of the field; still he could not bring himself to harm a mother and her child. He would not hesitate to cull an already injured fawn because that was less cruel then allowing the little thing to suffer. Fawn meat was sweet and tempting but always turned sour in his stomach. He had to be the only dragon in the world to feel guilt when eating a baby deer. He hated his weakness but he could not; or perhaps would not; give up his idealistic values. His mother (before she went insane) had always been gentle and caring. She had taught him that it was important to care for lesser beings. Deer may only be food to most but to mother earth they were her children too.
He was very young back then. He always got the feeling he was different. His father didn't treat him like the other sires did their male offspring. He had heard whispering amongst the females to his mother advising her that Daiyu must have an arranged mate because of his condition.
He remembered an elder female saying some things about how he needed to be promised before he came of age because he was such a rare case. They always spoke cryptically as if he was not to know of his special condition, whatever it was…Perhaps that is why he was so undesirable to the females.
The dragon swooped down to the valley. His nose rankled. He knew the smell he had come across them before…demons. They were a disgusting lot and he usually could manage to kill them with his fire. Ones he could not kill couldn't get past the magical barrier. The clan may be gone but their magic still lingered. Dragon kit blood, it turns out is a very desirable food source for demonic creatures. The clan elders had erected a sanctified barrier with the help of some holy elves…strange creatures with white hair and eyes. This had happened a long time ago but Daiyu knew about it through clan lore.
Daiyu learned not long after his abandonment to never leave the mountain at night time. Demons walked in the day but were strongest at night time. Hungry beasts gathered at the edge of the dragon territory and watched him. He saw their soulless eyes and it drove fear into him. As he grew older he seemed to draw less and less attention until only really strong or very stupid demons tried to attack him.
These demons, though, smelled like someone had burned them up already. He sniffed for another dragon but only came up with the smell of humans…or something like humans. He wasn't completely sure. Perhaps a person with strong spiritual powers had fought them. Still he swooped closer and scanned the area he would drive them out if some demons remained. He didn't really interest demons any longer anyhow he was almost an adult and there were few demons powerful enough to take even the weakest adult dragon out.
Daiyu heard the cry of wolves. He smiled, "Sounds like dinner is served." He swooped across the valley through the driving snow. It hardly bothered him only annoying his eyes slightly. He made out the shapes of wolves circling something. The growled menacingly and snapped at one another. It seemed they were fighting over prey.
Daiyu barely made out gold amongst the fighting grey wolves. Then the gold thing shifted. The dragon's eyes widened as he saw the face of a young human. The boy was pale and almost completely covered in snow. The wolves circled the child but seemed wary to draw closer. Daiyu acted on instinct seeing a helpless child was in danger. He swooped down and crashed his jaws into one of the wolves. He clamped his mouth shut and shook his head roughly. A snapping sound signaled that the wolf's neck had broken. Daiyu dropped the animal and turned to the others letting out a deafening roar. He was surprised to see that the child did not stir, but the wolves ran from him.
Daiyu knew little about humans but he knew enough to be worried the boy was not moving and it looked as if he had been lying in the snow for a long time. The dragon nuzzled the boy. The boy moved sluggishly but he didn't open his eyes. He was breathing and shivering but it seemed he had little time left. Daiyu gently scoped the boy up in his jaws. The crushing muscles and razor sharp teeth didn't touch the boy's skin. The dragon didn't forget about his prey he grabbed it with one of his front claws and took off for his cave.
{Ok enter Daiyu the dragon with a soft spot for cute things lucky Jou is such a cute little thing. Daiyu is a Chinese name meaning black jade. I liked so I am using the name.}