Title: DragonRider Part 1/?
Author: Errie
Rating: Right now, I'd say about PG
Summary: Rogue and Aneka recall how they met, and Rogue recalls
why she is out there in the first place.
Jean gets up the courage to go downstairs to meet Logan and Scott, suitors.
Dedication: To Anita K. Blake, thanks for managing my site, Donna Bevan, just because, and
all the other curly haired people on the list!
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except anything that is unfamiliar, and the concept. Everything else belongs to who
ever and whatever that is against my happiness. I want a Wolvie too!
Archiving: Right now, I just want this archived at Anita K. Blake's site, http://x-menfanfic.50megs.com
DragonRider looked out over the tall trees that lined the glade in Westchester. Or rather, near Westchester.
Marie frowned as she remembered her last encounter in the great mansion of King Xavier and his huffy daughter, Jean.
"Get out of here, you scruffy mongrel!" Yelled Jean after Rogue
accidentally spilled wine all over the princess's good burgundy dress.
"But your Majesty, I meant no harm, it's just that you told me to go get
the wine and then your dog tripped me…" Marie started.
"I care not what my dog did, she's just a puppy, and it was all your fault! You
are a clumsy servant who can't do anything right!"
Marie snorted. Jean Gray Xavier certainly was a huffy little creature. Marie
was better off not being anyone's slave or servant. She liked the free life much better.
And she liked being DragonRider the Rogue much better than being Marie the
Simple Servant. It was a much better life.
She sighed and looked down at the ashes that were all that remained of the
sycamore log that she had placed there last night. The ashes were gray and
dusty. She picked up a twig and idly made patterns in the dust.
DragonRider tossed a glance down at her dragon friend, Aneka.
She smiled and remembered their first meeting.
"AHHHHHH!" yelled Marie. She stumbled backwards, away from the
scaly creature known only as a dragon.
"Whot's all this 'owllen about Missy? Oi'm jus' a po'r litt'e
creture out 'ere in the's woods and not." The female dragon had
looked mystified at the young girl sprawled in a heap in a pile of dead oak leaves.
"Will you stop with the phony accent?" Marie had managed to squeak out.
"Very well then. Time for me to introduce myself. I be Aneka, and this
forest be my protectorate. Now, young 'un, mind telling me who you are
and why you are trespassing on my land?" The dragon squinted one large eye at Marie.
Marie shuddered and tried to think of something to say. She couldn't
very well go up and say,' Hi, my name is Marie the lowly servant. Do you want to
be friends, great Aneka?'. That dragon would swallow her whole! She licked her
lips, then got up and said," I am Rogue, the DragonRider. My dragon is no
longer here with me, so would you mind being my friend and mode of transportation?"
Rogue chided herself for being so brazen. She knew that she shouldn't have asked
that straight out. But she had been so desperate, and there were no other names that she could think of, and…
"Mmmm, Rogue, darling, is that you stirring those long-dead ashes in the
fireplace?" Aneka mumbled in her own 'I'm-half-awake-leave-me-alone-and-stop-all-that-racket' way.
Marie chuckled and replied," You've got to get up now Aneka. We've got to be long gone by the time anyone starts looking for us now."
Aneka sighed and rolled over. She really didn't want to get up this morning.
She just lay there, listening to DragonRider picking up her blanket and bag
and clothes and such. The gentle giant thought about Rogue for a moment.
When Aneka had first seen the brown haired beauty, she had been all tired looking
and travel worn. Those curious white streaks that now shot through her mahogany
tresses like ice had been plaited back against her skull. Her wood-brown hair that was now so
shiny had been matted with a thousand knots and a million snarls.
Her soft beech-wood eyes had been frightened like a wild rabbits.
Now they were warm with love and laughter. Aneka gave a horse-like snort.
It was nice to know that SHE was the source for that laughter. Even her skin had
been flawed. There were scratch marks along her feet, legs, hands, and arms from the briar thickets that
she had clawed her way through. Her back was marred with many scars from whips
that she would not speak of.
Her clothes had consisted of nothing more than an old torn green tunic that barely reached her knees
and a ripped and shredded skirt made of a dark gold fabric. There were no shoes, gloves,
or hat for this frightened little child. Aneka finally complied with her friend's gestures and got onto her massive feet.
Marie finally got her dragon to her feet. She looked at her reflection pool and saw the same
old Marie: brown eyes, brown hair with those awful streaks that marked her as a servant, nose, lips, and neck.
She knew that the scars were still there; those horrible, bumpy reminders that she had once been
lower than a servant, she had been a slave.
But now she had Aneka. Aneka would protect her from all the evil and
painful things back in Westchester. Aneka was a loving soul. Marie smiled when
she thought of her towering friend; Aneka was over 9ft tall. But there were
scales that covered every inch of her. Purple on her main body, green on her underside,
and gold on the leathery skin that made up the webbing on her wings.
Her claws were like onyx daggers, they had pierced many a deer's flesh for supper. But now it was time to put
the golden webbing to the test.
"Aneka, are you ready to take to the skies?" Marie called.
"As ready as ever, my young striped friend!" Marie winced slightly at the mention of the
streaks that had been cruelly burned into her hair. Aneka looked at her questionably, but Marie
just shrugged it off. She tugged at her friend's lowered wings, and the dragon scooped
the girl onto her back. Then they flew.
Jean was feeling awful. She had just thrown out the hardest-working servant
she had ever owned, and now she had nothing to wear to the important
banquet tonight! She ran a perfectly manicured hand through her tousled red hair.
"Jean, Jean are you in there?"
Her eyes widened. That was her father! Oh dear, where could she go? There
was no escape from this room except the window and the servant entrance. She had no
wings to fly, nor could she take the servant way, she'd be lost in moment!
"Umm, yes Father, I am here. But I have no dress on! You cannot come in!"
"Alright dear, but Jean, you must come down here as soon as possible. There are two nice
young men I would like you to meet."
"Certainly Father. I shall be down momentarily." Jean said. She thought,' Oh, no!
No more suitors, please! I cannot take it anymore! I don't want to be married now. Besides,
all the suitors he shows me are fat old men.'
Jean went to her armoire and opened the great cherry-wood doors with
the brass handles. Inside were countless dresses, shoes, stockings, and underthings.
Miss Xavier stared at the things for a moment before calling a servant to help her. "Ororo, get up here now!"
Instantly, a young black girl with shocking white hair burst through the servant entrance.
"Are you well, madam? Is there anything I can get you?" Ororo said, breathless.
"Of course there is something you can do for me, Ororo. I need help
dressing. Father has some new suitors downstairs for me to meet."
Ororo bowed and instantly went through Jean's things. She held up an emerald green
gown with real emeralds sewn onto the bodice. Jean nodded and
Ororo gather the things she needed. First Jean got the basic underthings on. Then she
slipped on the stockings and green leather shoes. Then she slipped into the dress, Ororo pulling the strings tight.
Ororo put an emerald necklace around Jean's neck and twirled her hair expertly
into a bun and studded it with jewels here and there.
Jean looked breathtaking by the time the whole thing was over.
Ororo glanced at the royalty and nodded to herself, congratulating
herself on her fine artwork. Jean gave a shaky breath and
dismissed the slave, "You may go attend your other duties, Ororo."
Ororo nodded again and slipped silently out the exit. Jean was
left alone to dwell on her thoughts.
Author: Errie
Rating: Right now, I'd say about PG
Summary: Rogue and Aneka recall how they met, and Rogue recalls
why she is out there in the first place.
Jean gets up the courage to go downstairs to meet Logan and Scott, suitors.
Dedication: To Anita K. Blake, thanks for managing my site, Donna Bevan, just because, and
all the other curly haired people on the list!
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except anything that is unfamiliar, and the concept. Everything else belongs to who
ever and whatever that is against my happiness. I want a Wolvie too!
Archiving: Right now, I just want this archived at Anita K. Blake's site, http://x-menfanfic.50megs.com
DragonRider looked out over the tall trees that lined the glade in Westchester. Or rather, near Westchester.
Marie frowned as she remembered her last encounter in the great mansion of King Xavier and his huffy daughter, Jean.
"Get out of here, you scruffy mongrel!" Yelled Jean after Rogue
accidentally spilled wine all over the princess's good burgundy dress.
"But your Majesty, I meant no harm, it's just that you told me to go get
the wine and then your dog tripped me…" Marie started.
"I care not what my dog did, she's just a puppy, and it was all your fault! You
are a clumsy servant who can't do anything right!"
Marie snorted. Jean Gray Xavier certainly was a huffy little creature. Marie
was better off not being anyone's slave or servant. She liked the free life much better.
And she liked being DragonRider the Rogue much better than being Marie the
Simple Servant. It was a much better life.
She sighed and looked down at the ashes that were all that remained of the
sycamore log that she had placed there last night. The ashes were gray and
dusty. She picked up a twig and idly made patterns in the dust.
DragonRider tossed a glance down at her dragon friend, Aneka.
She smiled and remembered their first meeting.
"AHHHHHH!" yelled Marie. She stumbled backwards, away from the
scaly creature known only as a dragon.
"Whot's all this 'owllen about Missy? Oi'm jus' a po'r litt'e
creture out 'ere in the's woods and not." The female dragon had
looked mystified at the young girl sprawled in a heap in a pile of dead oak leaves.
"Will you stop with the phony accent?" Marie had managed to squeak out.
"Very well then. Time for me to introduce myself. I be Aneka, and this
forest be my protectorate. Now, young 'un, mind telling me who you are
and why you are trespassing on my land?" The dragon squinted one large eye at Marie.
Marie shuddered and tried to think of something to say. She couldn't
very well go up and say,' Hi, my name is Marie the lowly servant. Do you want to
be friends, great Aneka?'. That dragon would swallow her whole! She licked her
lips, then got up and said," I am Rogue, the DragonRider. My dragon is no
longer here with me, so would you mind being my friend and mode of transportation?"
Rogue chided herself for being so brazen. She knew that she shouldn't have asked
that straight out. But she had been so desperate, and there were no other names that she could think of, and…
"Mmmm, Rogue, darling, is that you stirring those long-dead ashes in the
fireplace?" Aneka mumbled in her own 'I'm-half-awake-leave-me-alone-and-stop-all-that-racket' way.
Marie chuckled and replied," You've got to get up now Aneka. We've got to be long gone by the time anyone starts looking for us now."
Aneka sighed and rolled over. She really didn't want to get up this morning.
She just lay there, listening to DragonRider picking up her blanket and bag
and clothes and such. The gentle giant thought about Rogue for a moment.
When Aneka had first seen the brown haired beauty, she had been all tired looking
and travel worn. Those curious white streaks that now shot through her mahogany
tresses like ice had been plaited back against her skull. Her wood-brown hair that was now so
shiny had been matted with a thousand knots and a million snarls.
Her soft beech-wood eyes had been frightened like a wild rabbits.
Now they were warm with love and laughter. Aneka gave a horse-like snort.
It was nice to know that SHE was the source for that laughter. Even her skin had
been flawed. There were scratch marks along her feet, legs, hands, and arms from the briar thickets that
she had clawed her way through. Her back was marred with many scars from whips
that she would not speak of.
Her clothes had consisted of nothing more than an old torn green tunic that barely reached her knees
and a ripped and shredded skirt made of a dark gold fabric. There were no shoes, gloves,
or hat for this frightened little child. Aneka finally complied with her friend's gestures and got onto her massive feet.
Marie finally got her dragon to her feet. She looked at her reflection pool and saw the same
old Marie: brown eyes, brown hair with those awful streaks that marked her as a servant, nose, lips, and neck.
She knew that the scars were still there; those horrible, bumpy reminders that she had once been
lower than a servant, she had been a slave.
But now she had Aneka. Aneka would protect her from all the evil and
painful things back in Westchester. Aneka was a loving soul. Marie smiled when
she thought of her towering friend; Aneka was over 9ft tall. But there were
scales that covered every inch of her. Purple on her main body, green on her underside,
and gold on the leathery skin that made up the webbing on her wings.
Her claws were like onyx daggers, they had pierced many a deer's flesh for supper. But now it was time to put
the golden webbing to the test.
"Aneka, are you ready to take to the skies?" Marie called.
"As ready as ever, my young striped friend!" Marie winced slightly at the mention of the
streaks that had been cruelly burned into her hair. Aneka looked at her questionably, but Marie
just shrugged it off. She tugged at her friend's lowered wings, and the dragon scooped
the girl onto her back. Then they flew.
Jean was feeling awful. She had just thrown out the hardest-working servant
she had ever owned, and now she had nothing to wear to the important
banquet tonight! She ran a perfectly manicured hand through her tousled red hair.
"Jean, Jean are you in there?"
Her eyes widened. That was her father! Oh dear, where could she go? There
was no escape from this room except the window and the servant entrance. She had no
wings to fly, nor could she take the servant way, she'd be lost in moment!
"Umm, yes Father, I am here. But I have no dress on! You cannot come in!"
"Alright dear, but Jean, you must come down here as soon as possible. There are two nice
young men I would like you to meet."
"Certainly Father. I shall be down momentarily." Jean said. She thought,' Oh, no!
No more suitors, please! I cannot take it anymore! I don't want to be married now. Besides,
all the suitors he shows me are fat old men.'
Jean went to her armoire and opened the great cherry-wood doors with
the brass handles. Inside were countless dresses, shoes, stockings, and underthings.
Miss Xavier stared at the things for a moment before calling a servant to help her. "Ororo, get up here now!"
Instantly, a young black girl with shocking white hair burst through the servant entrance.
"Are you well, madam? Is there anything I can get you?" Ororo said, breathless.
"Of course there is something you can do for me, Ororo. I need help
dressing. Father has some new suitors downstairs for me to meet."
Ororo bowed and instantly went through Jean's things. She held up an emerald green
gown with real emeralds sewn onto the bodice. Jean nodded and
Ororo gather the things she needed. First Jean got the basic underthings on. Then she
slipped on the stockings and green leather shoes. Then she slipped into the dress, Ororo pulling the strings tight.
Ororo put an emerald necklace around Jean's neck and twirled her hair expertly
into a bun and studded it with jewels here and there.
Jean looked breathtaking by the time the whole thing was over.
Ororo glanced at the royalty and nodded to herself, congratulating
herself on her fine artwork. Jean gave a shaky breath and
dismissed the slave, "You may go attend your other duties, Ororo."
Ororo nodded again and slipped silently out the exit. Jean was
left alone to dwell on her thoughts.