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Chapter 7: Unnatural Feelings

Jake was sweeping in his grandfathers shop in a very depressed mood. After his master had left the meeting and had met up with an anxious Jake, was the moment that Jakes mood had changed. You see, he had been told to stay away from the issue, that he was to young to handle this and that he should leave it to the adults. Of course he had protested but when his Gramps said no, it stayed that way. So here he was, tidying the dusty old antiques store whilst his Grandpa and the other dragons searched for his friend.

Whilst he was picking out bits from inbetween the sofa in the back room, he a picture of him and Mel sticking fell out of his back pocket. Picking it up he smiled. It was of them at the school prom. He remembered that day like it was yesterday. He had gone with Rose and Mel had gone with some boy from a separate class. Looking back on the memories Jake had often wondered if he had taken the wrong girl, that, if thing's had transpired differently, if he had gone with Mel instead, whether or not they would be dating. 'Dating? Why would Mel wanna go out with a dweeb like me, I mean, we've only known eachother for like seven years, I mean, that's not so long. I mean she did look amazing at the prom, heck she looks amazing every day.' Jake, frowned, these thoughts inside his head where tormenting him. So much so that he had started blabbering out loud to himself before finally, he came to a conclusion. He would not sit by and wait for them to 'hopefully' find Mel. He was going to find her and when he did, he would finally tell her how he felt and nothing was going to stop him, not even the entire Dragon Council.

Throwing down the broom he ran to the front of the store, locked the door and changed in an alleyway. He thought of Mel once more then flew off into the distance, he had a feeling he knew where the other dragons might be heading and that Mel was being held there. He only hoped. Little did he know that he was flying further away from her captors lair and that if he didn't get to her soon, she would be changed in a way no-one would foresee.

Dark Dragons Lair

Mel had been crying for nearly an hour before she was visited again by the woman. Chang wasn't it? Not that it mattered anyways. "My master has ordered me to bring you some food." She said as she put a tray down on a piece of rock that was jutting out of the wall. Chang pulled a leaver next to Mel and Mels shackles lengthened and she dropped to the floor. "Ouch!" she squeeled as she dropped onto the hard rock below. "Once you have eaten you're food my master will visit you. Depending on you're behaviour he might even release you. Now, eat up!" she grabbed the tray a plopped it beside the girl and left her to eat it.

Mel looked at the plate with disgust. On it, slathered in blood, was what appeared to be a heart of some large animal. Repulsed she threw the tray at the wall across from her and huddled against the wall. She tried to remember something good when Jake came to mind. At first it was nothing but then, she felt a pang at her heart. Sure she had always felt something for him but only now was it beginning to sink in. Maybe it was the fact that she would probably never see him again. Or maybe it was the fact that she thought he would be at Rose's watching a movie and not even thinking about her. Whatever it was, it was strong and most definitely there.

But just as soon as those happy thoughts appeared her depressing thoughts popped back into place.

She was trapped in this place, no escape, no food, her mother was dead, and somewhere else was a dragon proclaiming to be her father. Father. The word seemed very unfamiliar to her. As a child, her father had been a Navy officer and was always away a sea, she had hardly ever seen him. But when he came home, it would be some of the best days she would ever have. They would go down to the park together, ride bikes, ice skate at the rink out of town, go camping whatever. She had always been close to him.

Then, the day came. The most dreadful day in all of her life. She would always remember it.

Mels POV Flashback

I was eight, my eighth birthday had just passed and I was waiting for my father to come home. That day, when I was up playing with my newest toy, the doorbell rang. My head perked up at the sound and I raced to the door. "DADDY DADDY DADDY!" I yelled, as me and my mother opened the door. There standing on the porch was not my Daddy, but a high command officer. Instantly my mother burst into tears. The man sighed and looked at me with a small smile, "Why don't you go play in the other room kiddo, I'll only be a minute". I had nodded naively and ran into the other room, as the man stepped into the dining room with my mother closing the door behind him.

Unbeknownst to them I pressed her ear against the oak door and listened to their conversation.

"I'm sorry Mrs Green. I have some terrible news. Joe's fleet were ambushed on the south sea by the enemy submarines, they didn't see it coming. They, had no time to escape." He placed his hand on her mothers hand to comfort the distraught woman. "No, he can't be dead, he, he promised to be back by tomorrow. He promised Mel that he would be here for good. How am I ever going to tell her!" she cried as looked into the mans eyes. "If it's any consolation, he died a hero. He saved many lives but unfortunately, he couldn't save his own. He was a brave man Mrs Green and many people will tell of his efforts in the war. He knew the risks of being a Navy officer mam and yet he still continued to fight back the oppression of the enemy side with pride. He is a hero Mrs and will be honoured as he is due." Lyriko was about to speak when I burst into the room with tears running down my eyes. "Mommy.." I sobbed, clutching a toy my Dad had sent to me. "Daddy isn't coming back is he.." My mom got up from her chair and ran over to me and picked me up in a big hug. "No sweetie, Daddie's not coming back." She whimpered as she stroked the back of my hair. "H-he, he was killed." I began to cry even harder. The reality of death hit me the next day when I was standing in the cemetery next to my mother, watching as I laid my eyes upon my fathers casket for the last time. "Goodnight Daddy, sweet dreams" I whimpered as I placed a flower on top of the wooden box and left him with my mother tears brimming in my eyes.

End flashback and POV