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And there; as two huge, glistening green orbs stood against the dark cave, some feeling told me that Allen didn't exactly leave the pages on the forest...
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When I left the castle that beautiful summer day, I had no idea what was in store for me. To begin with, everything was too perfect for anything unusual to happen. It was one of those days when a man feels good, feels like speaking to his neighbors, is glad to live in a country like ours, and proud of himself. You know what I mean, one of those rare days when everything is right and nothing is wrong.
I thought from the beginning that I was only called to carry Lord Allen's unnecessary stuff, such as armor, shield, and take care of the horse. But, it seemed that everything went up to my hands being just a page.
Sir Allen Schezar, greatest Caelli Knight and one of the greatest swordsmen in Gaea was hiding in a patch of Forest. Suddenly a cord struck in me and I just have the weird sensation that he wasn't what he seemed to be.
I stood there. Infront of the cave. My legs got stiff and my knees were shacking madly as I felt all the bones in my body like little twigs, under the huge green orbs that made their way slowly towards the front of the cave; almost as if it didn't want to come out at all.
Which was what I hoped.
My father had always told me that dragons were irrational and rather vicious creatures. Actually, everybody had told me that. Even Folken, who was a rather intelligent and comprehensive person. But, by the way this one approached, I couldn't really apply to my parents and familiars advice.
Recalling on my last thought about the pages, I could bet Allen had been here more than one time, but I bet, never in the spot I stood on. What I still couldn't get was the deal part. Deal?
Soon, I mean, way too soon; it reached the cave entrance; it's white, recoiling, serpentine head arching as the rest of its massive body came to a halt halfway out of its lair.
In my last brink of sanity, I actually thought it was a marvelous creature. It wasn't a big dragon, around the size of a house, but what was really long itself was its one-blade harpooned tail. Beautiful wings were contracted against its body, looking like some kind of sails at either side, telling me it was a two-element dragon; earth, and wind.
Its size wasn't what amazed me, but its pure white skin, a total ivory except where the shadows took place. It was contrasting with its green eyes; so full with life. I could se myself in them, drowning.
Then I felt that I didn't deserve to see such wonderful creature, but I was there. That dragon was one of those wonderful things that carve themselves in your memory. Haunting beauty that becomes unforgettable; and when you sleep, you see those scenes over and over for what seems an eternity; and you never get bored of them.
What really freaked me off were its teeth. Teeth and claws- I mean, they're huge. It was two meters away from me; there, watching me, waiting.
Soon I was topped with the fact I was searching for; a two-horned dragon! It didn't have a peak a top of its nose, so it meant that it wasn't it, but she. She-dragons tend to be more motherly than male dragons. I was whacking my head with joy!
Also, I figured, anybody who could be willingly to stand there calmly and not bite my head off must be very nice. And patient.
So, anyway, it had a conservative taste, and it was nice. And patient.
Or maybe not.
For me to say that I was addressing a dragon as if it were a human being as me would be pushing a point.
Of course, I'd never had any way of telling whether she was pleased with the arrangement from who-knows-when.
As long as she doesn't let me know how she feels, I get to assume what I want.
Which I've already explained wasn't good enough for me. So, I took up vigil once again. I wanted to catch something- the slightest flicker of an expression, the slightest reaction. I wanted to see her scratch herself, blink, snort, snuffle, and look sheepish, or puzzled or angry. I wanted to see some evidence that she was actually alive.
I kinda missed being able to direct myself to Allen again. There was presently no chance of that, so I pretty much had to be satisfied with my own mind. Which was ok- I had a level head, and I trusted my judgement. Mostly.
I turned back and looked at Allen; there, hiding. Like some kind of mighty king; as he waved his hand, signaling me to continue my dealing.
The dragon caught me glancing at Allen, but didn't do anything.
"Err... Good Morning... uh... Miss Dragon..." came my words, as I shuffled all around without taking a step back.
Well! You can't blame me! Is like talking to a tree; you know it's alive, and you can talk to it, but it won't ever answer back. Then people says that you are a loony and they execute you with charge of been a witch.
Right.
Maybe I was getting a little exasperated.
But in this little world of us, there's only boundaries present, putting a stop to ourselves.
"I'm sorry if I am... uh, interrupting something, but, I may say," I tried to be as conventional as I could. I doubted it could understand me. I just wanted to take a peek to see the princess, and maybe, rescue her myself. So I started, in a very low voice. "There's an idiotic 'knight' out there, and he wants the princess and, you know, I need money. He's a complete buffoon and I'm rather tired of that brainless piece of blonde crap..."
I didn't know her eyes could open more, but they did! And I didn't like it at all. It lowered her head to me and the most amazing thing I've ever seen was up.
"Ha! You are telling me? That imbecile comes here every friggin week! And he sends a stupid page that does not more than blab on about 'Lord Allen's greatness and magnificence!'" She snapped outraged at me.
My eyes opened wide and my lips quivered until my mouth dropped wide open, wider than my eyes, if it could. I took a couple of step backs until I rammed my butt against the ground. And even in that way, I kept shuffling backwards.
It could talk! It could! It was the only thing crossing my mind. I was never able to see more than a couple of dragons, but I rather heard of them, and there was never a dragon that could talk. My living days felt like they were only useful for such event to happen, and next thing I'd know was that I was dead.
"Amazed, kiddo? Just let me get my hands in that sucker dude and I'll amaze you some more. " She said as she ran and fluttered gigantic wings towards the patch of forest.
It was one of the funniest sights I'd seen on all my life.
Even if I was scared to death, I still felt the corners of my mouth tugging upwards in a weird, awkward smile; watching as the Ivory dragon whacked Allen of his horse in his subtle attempt to take off.
She sat like sphinxes and felines usually do. I hurried to the place and as I took a peek at her front, I was met with a rather weird reproaching. I was bewildered; and laughter soon took over my fear.
There, the dragon had 'Lord' Allen between its two claws and was rolling him from one side to other, as he tried effortlessly to stand up. His hair messed up and full with many forest 'gewgaws'.
"Oh! I'm so sorry! Did I mess your hair, Mr. Barbie Wannabe? I'll help ya! You know why? I'm gonna introduce you to somebody!" She stopped rolling Allen and held him with one claw on the floor, while she leaned her head in her other one.
Allen was ready to puke as the dragon started rolling him once again, this time with only one claw.
"Since you were so kind as to introduce me to so many of your friends, why don't you let me introduce you to one of mine?"
Evidently, in their relationship, total trust, if any, was not a reciprocal thing. Allen gave me a pleading look, as he tried to edge away from the dragon.
"Y...yeah?" he said "And just... who might you have... in mind?" he struggled the words as she pressed her claw to his throat.
She smiled. It wasn't too obvious, but she did smile. She had caught Allen by surprise. She knew it was only a matter of time and patience.
"Oh! Just a really old friend of mine, he's called 'Mr. Harpoon'," she said as her tail was suddenly above Allen, his eyes watering with tears, pleading miserably as the one-blade-harpoon finishing that her tail had, hovered over and over.
"Be careful! Because he tends to have a killing personality." She said she shot the harpoon down.
I closed my eyes tight. I had never seen somebody dead, and I really didn't want to start then. I heard Allen scream and I shuddered at the very thought of his end.
I tried to go away; with my eyes shut tight, I ran in no direction at all. I fell head over heels over Allen's body.
I screamed; just like a girl would. And I started sobbing and tried to stand up effortlessly just as Allen had tried just minutes before.
Calming a bit and stopping a second, I realized that the dragon was rather amused watching me struggling with Allen's body to get the hell away.
The dragon started laughing; a choking laugh, something like my dad would, but with a more feminine tone.
"You are a born loser, aren't ya?" she said as she picked me up and tossed infront. "You idiot. He's not dead, he passed out. He doesn't deserve to die. He deserves to suffer for being his miserable and pitiful self!" she said as she gave a disgusted look at Allen. "He's such a moron, but I won't dirty myself with his loathsome blood!"
I stared. I was glad that I didn't take after the anthropomorphism or silly advises road. She was really something different; the way she kept talking to me, I knew she was aware of me, and I wasn't alive just because of absolutely good luck.
"Oh! Miss Dragon, I... I must say, you're a rather beautiful creature! I'm sorry, I haven't introduce myself, I'm Van Fanel, at your service, ma'am." I bowed and stumbled headfirst to the ground.
"Again, You are a born loser," She said, not bothering to move from what seemed a very comfortable position. "But you are a really nice person, taking the point that everybody refers to me as it." She growled, and I just blushed because of my previous thought calling her it.
"I'll say, ma'am. I was really scared of you at the beginning, but your gorgeous self surprised me; as you have such a nasty reputation for capturing Princess Hitomi."
She crocked her head; weird twinge took over her eyes. But soon it was gone.
"May I ask? What happened to the Pages and Princess Hitomi?" I said, just as concern entered my lil mind.
She fiddled with Allen's body; rolling it around with one claw.
"Huh... well, you see, Princess Hitomi, I woke up and she was gone and I don't think I'll see her again. As for the pages, I didn't kill them. I do not kill anything than my food. I just made them pass out and dragged them to my cave. When Allen left, I just threw them away in the forest, and, well, nobody would believe them that Allen was such a goon. They just never, ever became pages again." She grinned as she finished, showing her huge sharp teeth.
"Why are you so different from the other pages?" she claimed once again, catching my attention. Unaware for me that she had changed the subject once more. "I mean, not just because you are completely a oaf, but you are well mannered and side glancing."
"I got kicked from my home, so I really needed money. I was looking for Allen but Princess Millerna trampled me in my way."
She started laughing again as she rolled around.
"I always knew she was cow!" She said as she started fluttering her wings once again.
Watching her laughing and roll like a puppy gave me a satisfaction feeling. I thought from the begging she lived a miserable life with Allen bothering her all the time.
"How come you know her and you never come out?" I asked bluntly.
She stopped rolling, with her claws up on the air, as she still kept wagging her tail lazily. "I go out," she said indignantly. "I go out and catch something to eat all the time."
"I mean, you know Princess Millerna, and by the way the cave looks, I can say you moved here not long ago," I said- for once, pushing the aside the obvious implications. She spluttered.
"What a jerk," I said. "I suppose you're going to tell me you been lived here since 'the dawn of time'."
She rolled back up to her previous position and glared death to me. "I'll be darned. I was here." She said. "I've always been here."
I gave her a sidelong look of pure disgust.
"Well, not since always, but close enough, dammit." She said, huffily.
Sure...
"Not gonna lose anything, I'm not the landlord. I'll find out eventually, miss." I said.
Her mouth dropped open. "Forget it," she said.
"What do you mean, 'forget it'?" I asked. "It's obvious even for me, and that it's an insult already."
"Damn you! Yes, I moved here a couple of months!" She said as she looked away from me. After a couple of minutes, she turned back.
"Van," she said carefully, as thought she were talking to some kind of idiot. I do not have comments on that. "You are quite an idiot, but really friggin impressing me."
"And if Allen bothered you so much, then why didn't you go back, or at least to another place?" I asked, rather confused.
"I came from a faraway place, very, very far- an anyway, I can't go back." She sighed.
All of sudden a little light went on in my brain. Which is kinda rare.
"You are her, aren't you?" I asked her, mildly amazed.
She stood up and sat on her haunches; by the way her tail wagered I knew she was in an uncomfortable position. "What?" she asked, pronouncing the word slowly and loud.
"You are Princess Hitomi! I just know it!" I stood and pointed. Not scared or menacingly; just impressed.
She tried to shake her head, but it was too late. I had fallen three times doing my really new invented 'discovering dance'.
"You are! Aren't ya?"
She nodded, dumbly.
"So how come you never said anything?" I asked.
"I don't have to friggin tell you anything," she pointed out, making a sad grab at dignity.
Then I got a little perverse (which happens more often than you might think). "Afraid they won't believe you and send to kill ya, aren't ya?"
"Shut your trap up and go to your friggin house!" she said as she stood up and turned back to her cave.
"Hey! I got kicked from my house, remember? Don't get mad at me, princess!" I yelled, as I darted towards her retreating form.
"Shut up! You moron!" she muttered, but still loud enough for me to hear.
"Hey, I'm sorry! I didn't meant to be that mean." I said, as she stopped. "Look, come back and sit, we can still talk if you want, it seems pretty lonely in there." I pointed to the cave as she turned around.
She looked at me for a while. After a couple of minutes of mumbling "I'm sorry" to her, she softened her face and plopped to the ground in one, ungraceful movement. Laying in her side, looking almost like a dead horse.
She glared at me. "And you are so wrong. I'm not scared, is just that they'll kill me as soon as they'd see me. But I could still go if I wanted to"
I folded my arms and gave her a long look. "So prove it."
"I don't have to prove it," she huffed, "and I don't want to talk about it anymore."
I laughed my head off, and then we started talking about something else.
But if she thought the subject was closed, she had another thing coming.
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Whoa. A rather weird chappie, huh? I know this fall in some kind of fantasy category, but you'll guys will see what happens. Thank you all for reading and remember, dragons become nasty because we don't get enough reviews. *wink* *wink* so now ya dudders can take 29.5 seconds to write a review!
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Oh, and if ya don't know spanish, the disclaimer says: "I don't have money or anything to give, all I have is love for free." I know it doesn't say "for free" but to repeat the same word in english is rather stupid. Talking spanish and english at the same time has really whacked me off.
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