Hello, Ami here. Its 5:05 am so I'm not that hyper right now. That's a good
thing, right? Well, doesn't matter... It'll take me a little longer to
write because of school and my 3 bro's and stuff, but I'll try! Hope you
enjoy the chapter. Bye^_^
Desert Storm
'There is no way this is happening to me,' the Little Dragon thought. 'She does not mean that much to me. She can't mean that much to me. I refuse to let her mean that much to me!'
"I think she means that much to me," he mumbled aloud. He held back a sigh, and went to the oasis to do something for a couple of hours. "I can't believe it. First it was that Trisha girl, and now her? I thought I promised myself something like this would never happen." He couldn't hold back a sigh that time. "Damn sighing, getting on my nerves..."
On the way past his study he grabbed his bag, and continued on his journey to the palace oasis. When he finally got there, he sat down under a tree that wasn't facing the sun, and started another picture.
This one was similar to the last one, but it had more differences then likenesses. He drew the light line down the middle and started to draw wings. Enveloped in these wings he put Mariah, this time without wings, and wearing a flowing dress that showed her shoulders. He drew the mountain lion, sitting proud and tall, on Mariah's side, along with doves... and flowers... and apple trees...
He put his pencil down. Now that was strange. Why did he write that? Sure, his dream had lots of apple trees and doves in it, but that didn't matter, right?
"Wrong..." he murmured, not knowing of the presence behind him. "I drew that for a reason, just like I drew her for a reason..."
"What's the reason," someone asked, scaring Tyson half to death. He turned around only to see Mariah. "I'm sorry, I should be more polite to royalty," Tyson's face paled. How did she find out? "So, would you please tell me what the reason for you drawing me as an angel? I mean, I know I'm cute, but to get a Prince to fall for me? That's quite an achievement."
"Um... well... err..." He lost his tongue, and couldn't find it. Here was the girl that he was trying to ignore was even in Egypt, standing there, teasing HIM! Of all people. "Why are you here so early? People usually come in the evening, when the sun is just setting. It's actually and unwritten rule that all girls, around my age, have to come in the evening."
"Unwritten rule," she repeated, taking a seat beside him. "Well, I've never heard of that rule, so I came before my aunt woke up so I wouldn't have to drag her along."
'Oh no,' the Little Dragon thought. 'Here in the morning, adds no aunt, add talking to me, equal not good! Got to get her out of here, quick!'
"Okay Mariah," he started slowly, so that he didn't offend her or anything. "I really think that you should go." He looked at Mariah face, only to see her looking at the ground. "I didn't mean to offend you or anything," she looked up at him. "It's just that-"
"TYSON!" Tyson winched at the voice. "Who is that girl? Is she you choice? We should bring her to mother right away!" Tyson looked up at a girl that had been like his second mother his whole life. They weren't even blood relatives, just good friends that mother happened to want to keep around.
"No, we shall NOT bring her to mother, Aretha," he started nice and slow, and in that deadly tone again. "But you could help me get her out of here before mother does find out about her and starts fitting her into a wedding dress!" The last part was whispered, but it delivered the message. Anyone mess with him, pay. "Now Aretha, are you going to help me, or not?"
"Not," she was one of the few people who never listened to his tone of voice. "There is a storm coming, and she'll have to stay. But I can help you get her to your room. Then you can keep her away from mother." She stepped closer and whispered into his ear, "just no funny business mister. Don't want to scare away your girlfriend..."
With that said, she grabbed both Tyson's and Mariah's arms and started to pull them into the castle. Mariah, who was silent the whole time, had a look of horror on her face. Tyson mouthed 'I know what you mean' to her, and rolled his eyes. He really needed to stop asking Aretha to help him with stuff...
Desert Storm
'There is no way this is happening to me,' the Little Dragon thought. 'She does not mean that much to me. She can't mean that much to me. I refuse to let her mean that much to me!'
"I think she means that much to me," he mumbled aloud. He held back a sigh, and went to the oasis to do something for a couple of hours. "I can't believe it. First it was that Trisha girl, and now her? I thought I promised myself something like this would never happen." He couldn't hold back a sigh that time. "Damn sighing, getting on my nerves..."
On the way past his study he grabbed his bag, and continued on his journey to the palace oasis. When he finally got there, he sat down under a tree that wasn't facing the sun, and started another picture.
This one was similar to the last one, but it had more differences then likenesses. He drew the light line down the middle and started to draw wings. Enveloped in these wings he put Mariah, this time without wings, and wearing a flowing dress that showed her shoulders. He drew the mountain lion, sitting proud and tall, on Mariah's side, along with doves... and flowers... and apple trees...
He put his pencil down. Now that was strange. Why did he write that? Sure, his dream had lots of apple trees and doves in it, but that didn't matter, right?
"Wrong..." he murmured, not knowing of the presence behind him. "I drew that for a reason, just like I drew her for a reason..."
"What's the reason," someone asked, scaring Tyson half to death. He turned around only to see Mariah. "I'm sorry, I should be more polite to royalty," Tyson's face paled. How did she find out? "So, would you please tell me what the reason for you drawing me as an angel? I mean, I know I'm cute, but to get a Prince to fall for me? That's quite an achievement."
"Um... well... err..." He lost his tongue, and couldn't find it. Here was the girl that he was trying to ignore was even in Egypt, standing there, teasing HIM! Of all people. "Why are you here so early? People usually come in the evening, when the sun is just setting. It's actually and unwritten rule that all girls, around my age, have to come in the evening."
"Unwritten rule," she repeated, taking a seat beside him. "Well, I've never heard of that rule, so I came before my aunt woke up so I wouldn't have to drag her along."
'Oh no,' the Little Dragon thought. 'Here in the morning, adds no aunt, add talking to me, equal not good! Got to get her out of here, quick!'
"Okay Mariah," he started slowly, so that he didn't offend her or anything. "I really think that you should go." He looked at Mariah face, only to see her looking at the ground. "I didn't mean to offend you or anything," she looked up at him. "It's just that-"
"TYSON!" Tyson winched at the voice. "Who is that girl? Is she you choice? We should bring her to mother right away!" Tyson looked up at a girl that had been like his second mother his whole life. They weren't even blood relatives, just good friends that mother happened to want to keep around.
"No, we shall NOT bring her to mother, Aretha," he started nice and slow, and in that deadly tone again. "But you could help me get her out of here before mother does find out about her and starts fitting her into a wedding dress!" The last part was whispered, but it delivered the message. Anyone mess with him, pay. "Now Aretha, are you going to help me, or not?"
"Not," she was one of the few people who never listened to his tone of voice. "There is a storm coming, and she'll have to stay. But I can help you get her to your room. Then you can keep her away from mother." She stepped closer and whispered into his ear, "just no funny business mister. Don't want to scare away your girlfriend..."
With that said, she grabbed both Tyson's and Mariah's arms and started to pull them into the castle. Mariah, who was silent the whole time, had a look of horror on her face. Tyson mouthed 'I know what you mean' to her, and rolled his eyes. He really needed to stop asking Aretha to help him with stuff...