Yoh guys! I am updating before the holidays! WOOO! And I hope you are enjoying the story! (sorry if the chapters are a bit short but YEAAAAH) I've been on a REAAALLY big artist's block AND writer's block so please... bear with me... 8D

SO! We are nearing the end of this fanfiction D8 SO SAD I KNOW! And please don't forget to R&R after you're done reading! REVIEWS MAKE ME SO HAPPY! I LUUUUUUVES THEM! THANK YOU!

And I do NOT own DragonHeart ETC... I WISH I DID! So awesome!

Very well... without further ado: LET THE READING COMMENCE! (please also I warn readers of some... Foul language...)

Chapter 13: Before the Battle

"Shit…" muttered Becca under her breath. They had been found out by one of her least favourite people; Brock. Besides the fact that she had decided to use a particularly unpleasant word to describe her opinion on the situation, Becca felt more than just "shit…". It was more like a sense of dread growing steadily in her gut and making it freeze her insides one second, and burn them the next.

Everyone else seemed to go into a panicked frenzy. Villagers ran about screaming and shouting "They've seen us! They know! Run for your lives!" they all became some kind of scattered mess.

Then a loud voice rose out of the crowds, "BE QUIET!" and all the people froze in the midst of their frantic screams. Becca (who hadn't moved from her spot beside Draco) got up and padded towards him, sat on the ground next to him and twitched her ears. Oh my, time for the epic speech, she flicked her tail and huffed.

"I need more men!" shouted Brock to the meeting. They were all standing around a small wooden table, several other men, Einon was pacing calmly off to their right. Probably ignoring the quarrel between the two men.

"Waste of money— it's just a few peasants waving pitchforks!" yelled Felton, "I noticed that they're all on your land and you're too busy in your 'old age' to keep control of your minions!"

Brock snarled angrily and grabbed the smaller man by the collar, in comparison he was a mountain to Felton. Brock was huge, a big and burly man with a grip as firm as steel and a fist as much so. "They have a dragon Felton! And they have a wolf demon!"

Felton glared at him, "Yes I know, I have seen this demon myself! The dragon as well!" he turned his long, pointed nose up at Brock. "They are still just whiny peasants!"

"You ignorant little—!" at that moment Einon came between the two and pulled them apart.

"I'm just saying that any one of us is worth a hundred of them," Felton raised his hands defensively and looked around to the group of men around them. Other lords who kept the small towns in check for the king.

Einon looked to Felton, a mocking smile playing on his lips, "My brave Felton…" he said calmly, his hand moving up to the back of the man's neck as if to be friendly. Felton grinned nervously, "An army all to himself…" continued the king smoothly, the others around the table murmured to themselves for a second.

"Well… I…uh…" the man didn't seem to know what to say about the king's statement.

Suddenly Einon shoved Felton down so he was face-planted into the table they were all standing around. "NO! I know this man who leads them and I will NOT underestimate him!" the king hollered into Felton's ear, the man tried to suppress the need to reach up and pull the hand away. "Him, the wolf or the dragon!" his voice cracked just a little when he said 'dragon'.

"Don't be afraid of the dragon my son…" came a soft, gentle voice from the archway. Aislinn stood there calmly, her gold and white dress and veil flowing in the afternoon breeze. The lords gave her a quick and polite bow, but Einon only scrunched his face up and clenched the hand on Felton's head.

"I'm afraid of nothing… NOTHING!" he banged the man's head into the table, "YOU UNDERSTAND?" he snarled at Brock, who gave him a swift nod. Einon grimaced and pressed Felton's head into the table again before he finally let go and followed his mother.

She led him through another archway by the hand and brought him before five men, all wearing armor. Some had the most peculiar hats; horns that looked extremely deadly protruding from their helmets, armored plates across their chests and more. "A mother's gift to her son…" the men bowed to him, "Finest to be had!" said Aislinn happily.

Einon cocked his head to the side with disinterest, "The finest what?" he muttered grouchily as he turned his scrutinizing gaze on his mother.

Aislinn looked way too pleased with herself when she answered,

"Dragon Slayers…"

Sunset was coming to a slow end as the trio climbed the gentle slope of the hill above the village. Below them they could see the glinting lights of each fire around the village, both inside and outside. Becca plodded along next to Bowen's left in her wolf form, which she seemed to be in a lot lately. Draco padding on the right of the knight, his tail swishing calmly above the tall grass.

"Have you thought beyond tomorrow?" the dragon asked the knight, they had reached a tall oak tree at the top of the hill.

Bowen sighed heavily, "It's hard to see that far," he said. Becca brushed up beside him quietly.

Draco glanced back behind them, "Look at the camp…" he told him, "What do you see? What do you hear?"

Seeming to take this in carefully, Bowen replied, "…hope…"

"Exactly!" He lay down with a low grumble, "Down there you have life, songs, and courage," he told the knight plainly. Becca walked up and sat next to Bowen, he placed a hand kindly on the back of her neck and scratched her fur. "You have everything you'll ever need…"

Bowen glanced up at Draco, the dragon almost seemed sad… "And now… so do I…" then the knight leaned his arm on Draco's shoulder, Becca noticed the dragon look over at him, then he turned his attention back to the sunset with a grin. Becca wagged her tail happily; she pressed her shoulder against Bowen's leg and smiled wolfishly.

Aaaaawe it's over? (WELL NOT THE FANFIC! MUAHAHAHAH... yet...)

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