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Shuffling his feet Seth started the long journey to his destitute hut. The sun that was once shining on the village is gone replaced by the pale moon. Seth shivered feeling the coldness of the air leak into his bones. Kneeling he reached down and picked up a small rock. Squeezing the tiny stone, he glanced to a building that was once the nicest in the village, but was ransacked by the monsters that had attacked the village, and now looked like it would fall down any moment. The shelter's door was lying on the sand, crushed into two pieces by what looks like a creature with claws, and the wall was crumbling. Seth gritted his teeth and flung the stone at the run down shack.
Danm these monsters, why did they come to his home; attack the people of this village. He may not revel in the company of the villagers, but they didn't deserve the tragedy that has befallen them. They were simple people going about their business.
Hearing a clunk he watched the stone bounce of the wall. The strength of the building gave Seth a tiny bit of hope. The hut had taken an exponential amount of damage, but refused to fall. He could only hope the remaining villager remained strong like this tiny shack.
Scoffing at his sappiness, he spun around and started running towards the outskirt of town. The cold air rushes around him, but Seth was too distracted to care. His mind was rushing with thoughts. He had no idea how he was going to explain about his monster to his mother. She has hated the monsters ever since there journey out of the palace.
They had been traveling for near a day when it had happened, they were attacked by a troop of small shadow scouts. If Seth would have thought back he would have realized they were the same monsters that attacked him in the village, he remembered their tongues, and it was kind of hard to forget the tongues. That was his first experience with rogue monsters. Luckily he and his mother both escaped, but they had lost his mother's horse in the process.
The beasts had ambushed them in the mountains, and it had taken quick thinking on Seth's part for them to escape. He had used the rocks to his advantage and caused a rock slide stopping the monsters in their tracks. They escaped with only the one casualty, but his mother had taken the loss hard. She had grown close to the small stallion in the short time they had known one another. The loss had put her back into the depression she had just overcome. Now traveling on one horse the two trekkers made it to the next village much quicker. Settling down beside the river he heard his mother tiny sobs. He didn't know if she was crying about his lost little brother or about the lost horse. He had a feeling it was both.
"Seth."
Hearing his mother shout to his left he realized he had passed his home and was closer to the area that acts as the divider between the safety of the village and the dangers of the desert. Seth stared longingly at the mountains in the distance. He would love to just run out to the mountains and forget about the whole day. Knowing what he knows now he would never have ever thought about telling his mother about his blue eyes dragon, but it doesn't matter. His mother does know, and there is nothing that can change that.
"Seth, what is going on? Why were you with that monster? Seth, Seth!" For the first time ever Seth didn't want to hear his mother's voice. For the first time in his life he wished his mother would just stop talking, and disappear. He wished she would stop trying to find out what was going on with him. He just wanted her to leave him alone.
"Just leave me alone!"
Not wanting to see his mother's face, Seth raced to the small stable, which sat a few feet from the house, and threw the door open jumping on the big black horse, and raced out to the mountains. All he wanted to do was to find his dragons and forget everything. Leaning forward, he wished his horse to move faster, as if hearing the silent wish the horse speed up and they soon reached the rocky terrain. Slowing the horse to a gallop Seth maneuvered the stallion around rocks and other obstacles, moving farther and farther into the cavern, searching for his giant dragon. He never understood how his dragon, who was a glowing white, was able to hide in the muddy colored mountains. Feeling his horse stop, Seth leaned forward and petted the soft hair. Giving a small neigh the horse turned its head and nuzzled the large hand. Gripping the hair once more he nudged the horse forward. Stepping into a slow trot the horse once again began its journey into the rocky terrain. Hearing a loud roar the horse grew to a slow halt. Being use to the dragon, Karb didn't even flinch when hearing the roar.
Looking up Seth saw the large dragon's head leaning over the top of a large rock.
"Hello Dragon," Seth said in an affectionate voice. He was glad to see the huge creature. He always felt safe around the monster, it never judged him. Never tried to probe him for explanations, they would just be around each other without worry. That's all he wanted now.
Before Seth knew it the sun was going behind the rocky cliffs. Realizing he needed to return to the village, he bid farewell to the blue eyed dragon and hoisted himself back on the black stallion's back and steered it out of the mountains. Making out of the rocky crevice he glanced out to the tiny village waiting for him, and with a glance behind him he started his horse at a slow trot across the desert.
What was he going to tell his mother? I know you hate the dark monsters, but I don't have one of those, mine is a white dragon. Maybe he shouldn't be sardonic, but he couldn't help it. Why couldn't his mother just trust him!
Making it half way to the village he was halted by a piercing scream. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end, he knew that scream, it was his mother! Gripping the stallion's hair he mushed it forward, as if feeling its master's fear the stallion ran at full speed to the village.
