Hey! I'm back and as hyper as ever! Though I still haven't had much sugar
today; I'm not ripping my hair out; and I'm not running around like mad.
Guess that's a good that. *Evil annoying voice from Ami's head* 'write the
story already! They don't want to hear you talk!' Alright, alright. I'll
write, I'll write.
Well I hope you like the chapter! BYE^_^
Confronting a Dragon
'Who was he?' The Mountain Cat asked herself. 'And why am I even thinking of him?! I'm exposed to be the little girl who's in lo- likes Ray.'
She almost said it again, that dreaded word. The word she wanted nothing to do with anymore. THAT word got her into trouble, and there was no way she'd trust even saying it again.
"But I don't like Ray, do I," she mumbled to herself. She sat on her bed and reread the letter that boy had given her.
'Dear Mariah,
I hope that you're okay. The only reason that I broke into your house is because I needed to give you your Beyblade back. It's on your desk.
Until Next time, Egyptian Prince'
"Let's see," she said aloud. "He said he put my Beyblade on my desk." She went to look at her Beyblade for the thousandth time since she read the letter, then she looked at the picture beside it. "But he never said anything about this picture," she picked up and noticed the name. "Tyson... Where have I heard that name before?" She sighed. "I can't think this late at night."
The Mountain Cat got changed into her pajamas, and collapsed into her bed. She smiled, remembering what she would be going to, and fell asleep.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
As the pink haired angel opened her eyes, she smelled flowers, which made her smile more, knowing that she was in the meadow. Her meadow...
She gazed out toward the barren desert, and her smile disappeared. She remembered what the little dragon said before.....
He said that dreams are what you are inside. He also said that the fates brought their dream realms together, and that it wasn't always going to be him she was talking to.
She sat down under an apple tree, thinking about what he had said.
'"I'm real, you know", the Little Dragon said. "I'm just an image of myself, here to keep you company, while the real me is awake..."
"But, why do you need to?" She foolishly asked. She saw his pained look and tried to reword everything. "I mean, its no-"
"Don't," he said. "I'll be nearby for when you need me," he turned away, making Mariah feel guilty. "But I can't come back until you figure out who I really am now, okay..."
"...Alright..." with that, he disappeared, still with a paned look on his shadowed face. 'I can't believe I said that,' she hugged her knees, not wanting to see the world. 'Why couldn't I just keep my mouth shut and enjoy his company?'
'Don't be sad child,' said a voice. She looked up into the face of a Dragon. 'Just because you can't see something, doesn't mean its not there.'
The pink haired girl didn't say a thing, just embraced the friendly beast, and cried for a long time. After awhile, she remembered the dragon. She pulled back and looked at the dragon more, just to make sure it was true.
The Dragon was huge and beautiful blue in colour. His eyes were darker, wiser, older, then anything else. But all in all, he looked extremely friendly. And extremely powerful...
'Dragoon?' she said weakly. 'Is that you?' The Storm Dragon nodded. 'Shouldn't you be in Tyson's d- Tyson! That's where I heard that name from!'
Dragoon smiled, and told her to sleep. The Mountain Cat nodded, and did so, loving every minute of her peaceful sleep...
Confronting a Dragon
'Who was he?' The Mountain Cat asked herself. 'And why am I even thinking of him?! I'm exposed to be the little girl who's in lo- likes Ray.'
She almost said it again, that dreaded word. The word she wanted nothing to do with anymore. THAT word got her into trouble, and there was no way she'd trust even saying it again.
"But I don't like Ray, do I," she mumbled to herself. She sat on her bed and reread the letter that boy had given her.
'Dear Mariah,
I hope that you're okay. The only reason that I broke into your house is because I needed to give you your Beyblade back. It's on your desk.
Until Next time, Egyptian Prince'
"Let's see," she said aloud. "He said he put my Beyblade on my desk." She went to look at her Beyblade for the thousandth time since she read the letter, then she looked at the picture beside it. "But he never said anything about this picture," she picked up and noticed the name. "Tyson... Where have I heard that name before?" She sighed. "I can't think this late at night."
The Mountain Cat got changed into her pajamas, and collapsed into her bed. She smiled, remembering what she would be going to, and fell asleep.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
As the pink haired angel opened her eyes, she smelled flowers, which made her smile more, knowing that she was in the meadow. Her meadow...
She gazed out toward the barren desert, and her smile disappeared. She remembered what the little dragon said before.....
He said that dreams are what you are inside. He also said that the fates brought their dream realms together, and that it wasn't always going to be him she was talking to.
She sat down under an apple tree, thinking about what he had said.
'"I'm real, you know", the Little Dragon said. "I'm just an image of myself, here to keep you company, while the real me is awake..."
"But, why do you need to?" She foolishly asked. She saw his pained look and tried to reword everything. "I mean, its no-"
"Don't," he said. "I'll be nearby for when you need me," he turned away, making Mariah feel guilty. "But I can't come back until you figure out who I really am now, okay..."
"...Alright..." with that, he disappeared, still with a paned look on his shadowed face. 'I can't believe I said that,' she hugged her knees, not wanting to see the world. 'Why couldn't I just keep my mouth shut and enjoy his company?'
'Don't be sad child,' said a voice. She looked up into the face of a Dragon. 'Just because you can't see something, doesn't mean its not there.'
The pink haired girl didn't say a thing, just embraced the friendly beast, and cried for a long time. After awhile, she remembered the dragon. She pulled back and looked at the dragon more, just to make sure it was true.
The Dragon was huge and beautiful blue in colour. His eyes were darker, wiser, older, then anything else. But all in all, he looked extremely friendly. And extremely powerful...
'Dragoon?' she said weakly. 'Is that you?' The Storm Dragon nodded. 'Shouldn't you be in Tyson's d- Tyson! That's where I heard that name from!'
Dragoon smiled, and told her to sleep. The Mountain Cat nodded, and did so, loving every minute of her peaceful sleep...