Hey, Ami here! I'm writing another chapter! I'm hyper again! The weird
thing is that I haven't had any sugar today... Okay, ideas are coming a bit
slower, but I'll manage. Oh yeah, thought I'd just say, Destiny's Angel, I
know that this story is strange, but I thought TxM would be neat to do. Oh
and Ray hitting on Mariah is just for the sake of the story. He understands
later when they and he gets a girlfriend. Just haven't figured out who it
will be yet. Oh and thanks to NickeyWhite2, and rita d. for reviewing, I
really appreciate it! Hope you enjoy the chapter! Bye^_^
A Dragon's Care
'I can't believe that happened,' an annoying voice in Tyson's head said. 'You just had to leave your bag there you couldn't leave it anywhere else.'
Tyson sighed; he'd been doing that a lot lately. Right now he was walking back to Mariah's neat little house... carrying Mariah the whole way.
'The way she seems to be clinging to me,' Tyson thought, being careful that annoying voice didn't come back. 'I would say that she was having a very good dream. Probable about Ray...' The Little Dragon felt strange at that thought, but he pushed it away. 'Their probable together, in their village, having a great time...' Her house was in sight, so he didn't have time to dwell on his feelings.
He scaled the wall again, being careful not to wake the slumbering girl, and sat on the balcony. After a minute, he placed her on a chair he had used many times in the past, when he came here with *her,* and pulled a silver flute from his bag. He smiled.
'I wonder what the guys would say to this,' he thought. 'Not only I'm a civilized, and rich person, but I draw, paint, and play the flute,' his smile grew. 'They would think I was an alien from outer space, and demand that I bring back the real Tyson.'
He closed his eyes and placed his lips on the flute. He played a long and beautiful peace, before heading inside to find the first aid kit. He walked to the bathroom, and opened the medicine cabinet. He brought out some disinfectant and some bandages, and walked back to the balcony. Once their, he tugged of his hood, and went to his task.
Their were only one or two cuts from scaling the building, but the desert air could infect any sort of cut, no matter how small. After he finished with her, he moved onto himself.
He had his back to her, so he didn't see her stir, but he did hear her. His first reflex was to put his hood on, and then he started for the edge of the balcony. He moved two steps before realizing that she had the hem of his cloak. He slowly turned around; making sure that his hood cast a shadow over his face.
His eyes met hers, cool grey met almond gold, and she spoke.
"Well kind sir," she whispered. "You may be breaking an entry, but I'm sure that this will be the last time you do. Will you please tell me what your name in, and how I got here."
Tyson smiled, she didn't know who he was. That made is so much easier.
"No, this won't be the last time I do so," he whispered him a deadly tone, hoping to scare her from asking anymore questions. It worked. "I will not tell you my name, for royalty has no need to," his smile grew at the look on her face. He took a few steps closer, and gently took her chin. Their faces were only inches apart. "And I carried you here." With that he let her go and jumped off the balcony, doing a fancy flip to save him from breaking his neck. Then he turned.
He saw her staring at him, with her almond eyes...
'So, I was right about the almond eyes. Fate must be with me.'
He brought his fingers to his mouth and let out a shrill whistle, to which a bird answered, and landed, on his shoulder.
'Another thing they wouldn't believe,' he though weekly. 'I'm great with animals.'
He took out a piece of paper and wrote a small message, tied it to the bird's leg, and sent it to the pink haired girl. After that, he gave her one last gaze, and headed toward the palace.
Once he got their, he went straight to his study. He sat down at his desk and started another picture...
He put a light line down the middle, and drew a mountain lion on one side. With the lion, he drew Mariah. He gave her wings again, she looked great with wings. And put his pencil down.
"Why am I drawing her?" he asked himself. "Why is she so important?"
Another idea hit his head before he could answer that. He picked up his pencil again, and drew a long, thin blade in Mariah's hand. Then he went to the other side. He drew a girl standing; she was wearing a long dress apposed to Mariah's Egyptian clothes. She also had a blade and wings, although, were Mariah was in a Defensive position; she was in an attack position.
Her hair was longer; it reached her knees, and she had a panther lying behind her. Next he drew collars on the panther and the mountain lion. Both had three jewels. He also drew bands around both girls' wrists and around both the panther ant the mountain lion's paws. Now he started to colour...
He kept Mariah's wings white, with hints of gold and pink in them, and coloured her clothes gold, hemmed with a dark, almost red, pink. The blade he kept white, and drew three jewels on it. Two of them were blue, and the middle one was red. Her wrist bands were the same.
The mountain lion's collar was gold, with three jewels in it making the same pattern as Mariah's blade, and the bands around her paws were also gold, apposing the panther's collar and bands.
The panther's collar was silver with three jewels. But instead of two blue jewels and one red one, it had two red jewels and one blue one. Her bands, like her collar, were silver.
And the girl; the girl wore a black dress, hemmed in red. Her wrist bands were also red, and her long hair was coloured black. The black was accompanied by red streaks, and her wings. her wings were tainted black, with hints of white and red in them. Her eyes he drew carefully. They were violet, with red flaked into the middle.
Next, he coloured the back round. He coloured Mariah's side navy blue, and the girl's side crimson red...
It was done, he had finally finished it. He found a wooden frame and put it on the wall. Looking at it, he couldn't help but feel proud of himself for doing such a great picture. But it still looked empty to his eyes...
He took out a knife from his desk, and carved something out on the frame. Then, finally feeling content, he left to find his bed, to the welcoming realm of his dreams.
To anyone passing by, that picture would be just another masterpiece done by the Little Dragon, but to anyone who really looked at it, they would see the words carved into the frame. 'The Doves of War...'
A Dragon's Care
'I can't believe that happened,' an annoying voice in Tyson's head said. 'You just had to leave your bag there you couldn't leave it anywhere else.'
Tyson sighed; he'd been doing that a lot lately. Right now he was walking back to Mariah's neat little house... carrying Mariah the whole way.
'The way she seems to be clinging to me,' Tyson thought, being careful that annoying voice didn't come back. 'I would say that she was having a very good dream. Probable about Ray...' The Little Dragon felt strange at that thought, but he pushed it away. 'Their probable together, in their village, having a great time...' Her house was in sight, so he didn't have time to dwell on his feelings.
He scaled the wall again, being careful not to wake the slumbering girl, and sat on the balcony. After a minute, he placed her on a chair he had used many times in the past, when he came here with *her,* and pulled a silver flute from his bag. He smiled.
'I wonder what the guys would say to this,' he thought. 'Not only I'm a civilized, and rich person, but I draw, paint, and play the flute,' his smile grew. 'They would think I was an alien from outer space, and demand that I bring back the real Tyson.'
He closed his eyes and placed his lips on the flute. He played a long and beautiful peace, before heading inside to find the first aid kit. He walked to the bathroom, and opened the medicine cabinet. He brought out some disinfectant and some bandages, and walked back to the balcony. Once their, he tugged of his hood, and went to his task.
Their were only one or two cuts from scaling the building, but the desert air could infect any sort of cut, no matter how small. After he finished with her, he moved onto himself.
He had his back to her, so he didn't see her stir, but he did hear her. His first reflex was to put his hood on, and then he started for the edge of the balcony. He moved two steps before realizing that she had the hem of his cloak. He slowly turned around; making sure that his hood cast a shadow over his face.
His eyes met hers, cool grey met almond gold, and she spoke.
"Well kind sir," she whispered. "You may be breaking an entry, but I'm sure that this will be the last time you do. Will you please tell me what your name in, and how I got here."
Tyson smiled, she didn't know who he was. That made is so much easier.
"No, this won't be the last time I do so," he whispered him a deadly tone, hoping to scare her from asking anymore questions. It worked. "I will not tell you my name, for royalty has no need to," his smile grew at the look on her face. He took a few steps closer, and gently took her chin. Their faces were only inches apart. "And I carried you here." With that he let her go and jumped off the balcony, doing a fancy flip to save him from breaking his neck. Then he turned.
He saw her staring at him, with her almond eyes...
'So, I was right about the almond eyes. Fate must be with me.'
He brought his fingers to his mouth and let out a shrill whistle, to which a bird answered, and landed, on his shoulder.
'Another thing they wouldn't believe,' he though weekly. 'I'm great with animals.'
He took out a piece of paper and wrote a small message, tied it to the bird's leg, and sent it to the pink haired girl. After that, he gave her one last gaze, and headed toward the palace.
Once he got their, he went straight to his study. He sat down at his desk and started another picture...
He put a light line down the middle, and drew a mountain lion on one side. With the lion, he drew Mariah. He gave her wings again, she looked great with wings. And put his pencil down.
"Why am I drawing her?" he asked himself. "Why is she so important?"
Another idea hit his head before he could answer that. He picked up his pencil again, and drew a long, thin blade in Mariah's hand. Then he went to the other side. He drew a girl standing; she was wearing a long dress apposed to Mariah's Egyptian clothes. She also had a blade and wings, although, were Mariah was in a Defensive position; she was in an attack position.
Her hair was longer; it reached her knees, and she had a panther lying behind her. Next he drew collars on the panther and the mountain lion. Both had three jewels. He also drew bands around both girls' wrists and around both the panther ant the mountain lion's paws. Now he started to colour...
He kept Mariah's wings white, with hints of gold and pink in them, and coloured her clothes gold, hemmed with a dark, almost red, pink. The blade he kept white, and drew three jewels on it. Two of them were blue, and the middle one was red. Her wrist bands were the same.
The mountain lion's collar was gold, with three jewels in it making the same pattern as Mariah's blade, and the bands around her paws were also gold, apposing the panther's collar and bands.
The panther's collar was silver with three jewels. But instead of two blue jewels and one red one, it had two red jewels and one blue one. Her bands, like her collar, were silver.
And the girl; the girl wore a black dress, hemmed in red. Her wrist bands were also red, and her long hair was coloured black. The black was accompanied by red streaks, and her wings. her wings were tainted black, with hints of white and red in them. Her eyes he drew carefully. They were violet, with red flaked into the middle.
Next, he coloured the back round. He coloured Mariah's side navy blue, and the girl's side crimson red...
It was done, he had finally finished it. He found a wooden frame and put it on the wall. Looking at it, he couldn't help but feel proud of himself for doing such a great picture. But it still looked empty to his eyes...
He took out a knife from his desk, and carved something out on the frame. Then, finally feeling content, he left to find his bed, to the welcoming realm of his dreams.
To anyone passing by, that picture would be just another masterpiece done by the Little Dragon, but to anyone who really looked at it, they would see the words carved into the frame. 'The Doves of War...'