Chapter 3! Getting better!
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Hidden Weapon
Trowa held the egg in his hand. Duo said to put it out in the moonlight and see what happened. He just had to make sure there were no humans around.
He sighed and set it in front of him where the moonlight hit the chains that bound him. 'What is supposed to happen?' he pondered as he watched it.
Nothing happened.
Trowa sighed again disappointed. He watched the colors swirl on the shell. It was beautiful and mesmerizing.
Clouds covered the sky but light still shone on the egg. Rain started to fall and Trowa put up his wings, making them act like an umbrella. The rain rolled off the feathers and he stayed somewhat dry.
Something within the egg stirred. It moved and a crack formed down its side.
Trowa put all his concentration on the egg.
The rain beat down as the creature struggled for freedom. A claw appeared as shining chips of shell fell onto the ground. Up after it came a head. It's beady little eyes locked with Trowa's.
He sat still, watching the tiny thing.
The creature began biting at the shell, trying to free itself. For a second it paused, tired but soon started up again and pulled itself from the remnants of the egg. There stood a small lizard of about a foot long.
Trowa stared at the tiny thing. What was it?
I am Shinigami, a voice said in his head.
'Death?' he pondered. 'Who is death?'
The tiny lizard hissed in his direction. I am Death, the voice came again.
"You?" Trowa asked the creature aloud, pointing at it.
Yessssss…
"You can't be talking to me!" Trowa concluded. "You're an animal!"
I am more than that, boy.
Trowa took a deep breath. "Then what are you exactally?"
The protector of your kind. A legend among the humans. I am the mystic beast your mother spoke of. I am the last dragon.
"Dragon?" Trowa asked. "Named Shinigami?"
Yesssssss…
"But you're so small," he laughed. "No wonder we were all taken over by the humans so easily."
The little dragon snapped at Trowa and bit his finger. Do not insult my kind, the dragon said in the brunet's head as he hissed at him.
Trowa pulled his bloodied finger away.; "But my mother said you were much bigger.'
In time, Trowa. I am but a child still.
"What ggod are you going to do me anyway? When Dorothy finds you she'll tell her father and then I'll be in for it. My wings still haven't healed from when I tried to run away."
She does not need know of me.
"And how is-" Trowa stopped in mid-sentence for the tiny dragon had disappeared.
The rain abruptly stopped and Trowa rested his wings. He didn't need a dragon anyway. He lay on the ground and curled himself into a ball.
The wind picked up and whispered in his ear, I will return for you in six years and died as quickly as it had come.
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Getting there I think…next chapters interesting…^_^