Silver chapter 9
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Tba- looking at thing* Best tourists… Japan… well. Its not like you see Japanese people everyday. … British. With those accents? Of course they're awesome. Canada, good ol Canada. *smile*
9 is America. Looks like we aren't as bad as stereotypes say…. Americans are worst dressed? Isn't that a matter of opinion? And tidiness… you can only compare it. Like, I'm definitely not tidier than Arthur, but I'm tidier than a three year old.
Arthur- to be honest your room isn't that bad. It just has too much stuff in it.
Tba- the worst says it's French (tourists).
Arthur- YES! YES! YES! Take that Frog! (yes France will be appearing. Just not for a little while)
Tba- lets see, other things… Most proud of country survey… wow… America did okay.
Arthur- well… I'm not all that surprised. But I am surprised… a little bit…
Tba- also.. I saw a 'I (heart) Paris' shirt. …I wonder if they make 'I (heart) London' ones… I would totally buy one.
Arthur- *blush* Y-you would? (they do sell them)
Tba- of course! England is awesome! (Arthur- blush* I… er… thanks… I guess…) continuing.
Alfred- W-wait! Does that mean people like me? People like me? … do you like me?
Arthur- blush* h-huh? o..oh.. I um…
Tba- I think that was directed to me actually… *is American*
Arthur- Blush* f…f.. FIREBALL! (Tba & Alfred- run away*)
Tba- This is all your fault Alfred!
Alfred- WHAT DID I DO WRONG?
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Actually I typed up a bit of this, and got major writer's block. (*) is where I stopped.
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This time, I'll let you see some of Arthur's thoughts.
Yeah, don't count on that happening often okay?
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Arthur looked behind him again, his neck hurt from doing so.
To be honest, he was a bit worried about Alfred.
Alfred couldn't see those cuts and bruises, but he did.
They didn't look pretty.
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Alfred looked up; meeting his eyes he smiled and gave him a small wave.
Arthur turned back around, not noticing Alfred wince lightly in pain from the effort.
Arthur sighed; Alexandra rubbed her cheek against his in a comforting gesture.
'I'm… not very good at healing…. The bruises did fade, and the cuts seemed to mend themselves, but for how long?'
He turned right, narrowly avoiding hitting a tree.
'We really should get to a village and have those checked… '
He glanced back again; Alfred was looking at the scenery absentmindedly.
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'If he strains himself, the cuts will reopen. Sure they aren't large gashes but…'
Arthur shook his head, a stab of guilt hitting him.
'There were quite a few… and… to think he did that to save me…'
'That idiot… he didn't need to do that…'
Arthur exhaled, and looked at the sky. 'But…'
His eyes didn't seem to register the clouds, or the birds in the sky.
'I wonder, when was the last time some one did that for me?'
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Alfred tilted his head to the side, trying to see Arthur's face.
When they started heading off again, Arthur walked in front of him.
He seemed to be really angry before, but that was a little while ago.
Alfred sighed, 'he's not still mad is he?'
When he saw Arthur looking at him, he had smiled and waved.
Probably not his best idea, since his shoulder was hurt from the fall.
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But, Arthur just looked away again.
Was he still angry with him?
Alfred turned and looked at the sky, 'man, I wish I could read minds.'
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Alexandra's ears twitched, she looked around.
"pyu…."
Arthur patted her head, "shh love."
'She's… trembling?'
She batted his hand with her paw, "pyuu. Pyuu pyu."
'Something… is here?'
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"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
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Arthur turned around quickly, "Al-"
Alfred had fallen on the ground, something standing a few feet away from them.
Alfred was pointed at the thing, "d-dragon!"
Though he said dragon, it was a wyvern, it was less bulky and more slender.
It was much smaller than the average adult wyvern, an adult could easily be the size of an elephant.
This, was about the size of a horse.
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But that didn't mean it was any less dangerous.
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It's scales were a light brown, blending in with the forest floor.
'So that's why I didn't see it.'
It's gold eyes flicked back from Arthur to Alfred. It's wings bent slightly, as if it was going to take flight.
It's claws clenched, looking back at them, it snorted.
Was it going to fly away, or fight?
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It's long tail moved slowly from side to side behind it.
Who would make the first move?
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Arthur put his hand on Alexandra's head, "shh love."
The wyvern looked over at Arthur, it's jaws opening slightly to reveal sharp teeth.
"Alfred.." he whispered, careful not to make any sudden movements.
Alfred glanced at him, "y-yeah?"
Arthur took a deep breath, making sure his eyes never left the wyvern's gold eyes.
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"When I say so, run."
"w-what?"
Arthur held out his book, and opened it.
Noticing what he was doing, the wyvern lunged.
"Arthur!" Alfred closed his eyes tight.
"Congelo tempus!"
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The wyvern was frozen, it's jaws mere inches away from Arthur and Alexandra.
Alexandra fainted, falling down to the ground.
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Alfred opened his eyes, "A-Art-"
Arthur grabbed his wrist and pulled, "you idiot! Hurry!"
Alexandra was put into Arthur's bag, least she fall if he carried her.
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"B-but-"
"You idiot! Do you want to die?" He pulled, dragging him through the forest.
The spell wasn't going to last long.
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Birds and squirrels fled as they ran past, trying to get as far away as possible.
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"Shouldn't we kill it?" Alfred asked as they sprinted down a slope.
"Dragons aren't easily killed. Even if that wyvern is only part dragon."
There was a loud screech from behind them, followed by the sound of a tree falling.
The whole ground seemed to vibrate, nearly causing Alfred to slip.
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"Don't you dare look back."
Alfred bit his lip, "but... what if it attacks someone else?"
"Alfred, you're in no condition to fight."
"Can't you use your magic?"
"Alfred, that wyvern was a child, it's mother is never far behind."
He pulled harder, "pray that it looses interest in us."
Alfred shivered, "I don't want to see what the mother looks like."
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Arthur leaned against a tree, out of breath.
"I think... that this is okay…"
Alexandra crawled out of the bag, feeling very dizzy. "pyu…"
Alfred coughed, his throat dry, "r...remind me to...watch... where I'm going next time."
Arthur exhaled, "the next time, I hope you have enough sense to run when I tell you to."
Alfred laughed, "hopefully next time we aren't running from a dragon."
Arthur poked his forehead, "Wyvern poppet. Wyvern."
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Alfred laughed, moving arm to run his hands through his hair.
"Hey... uh...Artie? You can let go now."
Arthur looked down to see he was still holding onto to Alfred's wrist, he let go.
"Make sure you run next time or I'll have to drag you again."
"Yeah yeah. I got it."
Alexandra looked at the two, she pawed at Alfred's pants.
"pyuuu."
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Alfred bent down and picked her up, "You ok Alex?" he ruffled her fur.
"pyuu!" She batted at his hand.
Arthur sighed, "hurry up you two. The village should be nearby."
'I hope…'
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Alfred placed Alexandra on his head, "alright! Onwards to victory!
"Pyu! Pyuu!" She hit his head with her paw.
"Ow! Okay okay!"
Arthur shook his head, honestly what was that git thinking?
He reached up and took Alexandra into his arms, where she settled happily.
"Aww come on Arthur, we were just playing."
"Yes I know." He patted Alexandra's head.
"It will rain soon, we better get going."
"what? Rain? Why didn't you tell me? Let's go!"
Alfred started to walk away only to stop when he noticed Arthur wasn't following.
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"Alfred."
"Yeah?"
"you're going the wrong way."
"oh… haha… whoops." Alfred laughed nervously.
Arthur sighed and turned, "Hurry up git."
Alfred blinked a few times, 'he's… not going to hit me?'
He grinned, and ran up catch up with him. "Wait up!"
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Sorry it's kinda short.
I've been pretty busy lately planning and… well… how to put it…
Writer's block is a bitch.
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Arthur- that reminds me, I forgot to ask.
Tba- eating chocolate* what?
Arthur- who's the bad-… is that dove? (Tba- Godiva. (God- i-va)) that's not how you pronounce it.
Tba-…. *continues eating* (Arthur- right… so who's the bad guy?) no one.
Alfred & Arthur-….what? (Tba- no one.)
Arthur- there's no way that there is no 'bad guy'.
Tba- you don't believe me? (Arthur- you love messing with me, of course I don't believe you.)
hm… *eats milk chocolate star* such a shame.
Arthur-… what's that supposed to mean? (Tba- nothing. Nothing really.)
Alfred- oooh! I know what she means. She means that the bad guys turns good-
Tba- nope.
Alfred- then I don't know. (Tba- they're not bad.) one person?
Arthur- two? Three?
Tba-… I love my job~ gender neutral writing for the win! … Chinese don't really use pronouns either. Well, speaking wise you probably wont be able to tell. Writing is another story. It's all in context you know. Maybe I'll throw in a person with ambiguous gender just for the fun of it.
Arthur- sigh* walks away* I'll be in my room if you need me
Alfred-…bubble bath? (Arthur-… yes…)
Tba- yeah, I just bought a bottle, go ahead and use it.
Arthur- why is it that only at times like this we all think alike?
Tba & Alfred- *shrug*
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TBA~