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Chapter III:

November 28th, 1992

Mike rubbed his head and sat up. 'Where am I?' He was on a bed.

"I see you're awake." A woman, probably in her seventies, walked into the room.

"Who are you and where am I?"

"My name is, um, Regina and you are in my house. I found you beside the river right outside my house, and you were hurt pretty badly, so I thought I'd take care of you." The woman, Regina, explained.

Regina had long, white hair tied back in a low-ponytail. Her blue eyes reminded Mike of the pale blue sky. She was wearing a simple blue dress.

Mike looked around. "How long have I been here?"

"About a week," replied Regina.

"So..." He slowly began to stand. That's when pain ran through his left leg. He fell back onto the bed.

"I told you that you were hurt pretty badly when I found you. You haven't healed fully...yet..." Regina turned and left the room. "I'll bring you back some soup."

He slowly laid back down. He began to try and remember what had happened before he fell off that cliff. All he could remember was his father trying to kill him and that strange voice. 'Well, at least I didn't die.'

"Here you go." Regina came back. She handed him a bowl of chicken noodle soup.

He took the bowl and started eating. 'My favorite.'

"I know." She said.

"Huh?"

"Um...you just said that that soup was your favorite."

"But I didn't say that out loud..." He stared at her.

"But you did." She told him.

"No-never mind." He shook his head.

"After you finish eating, you should rest up a bit." She left the room again. 'I should watch it next time. Reading his mind might get me in trouble.'

He watched her leave. 'I don't remember saying that out loud.' He finished the soup and tried to go to sleep.

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The next morning, his leg was feeling a lot better.

"Good morning," Regina was standing in the doorway. "I got you something."

"What?" Mike stood.

She left the room and Mike followed.

"I like making things, so I made you something. Here," She handed him a double-sided spear. The spear had dark green swirls around it.

"Whoa..." He took the spear.

"Now listen carefully. I want you to train with that spear."

"Why?"

"Because...um...it'll help with...uh...your healing."

"Yeah, right." He decided to train with the spear anyway.

"If you go just north of here, you should find the river that I told you about." She hurried him out of the house.

"I'm goin', I'm goin'!" He was now standing outside of the house and the door was slammed shut. He walked as straight as he could through the forest.

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Regina was seated in a wood rocking chair. She began rocking back and forth.

'I do hate this disguise, but I can't show the boy my true form. Not yet anyway.' She continued rocking back and forth.

"Ah...so here you are." A man's voice came from behind her.

Regina stood up and turned around. "Why are you here?"

Peter stepped out of the shadows. "I came here to finish my job."

"You are the most stubbornness Dragon that I have seen."

Peter chuckled. "Well, you'd better get used to it. Now, where is the boy?"

"I shall not say."

"Fine then. I'll find him myself." Peter stomped out of the house, but not without lighting a match and tossing it on the floor.

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Mike had been practicing with his new spear for the past hour. He was now lying on his back, staring at the clouds. His spear lay beside him.

'I wonder where my dad is...' He closed his eyes. 'Maybe I should just rest for now...'

"Here you are."

Mike stood up quickly and spun around. "Dad... Why can't you just leave me alone??!!"

"Oh, I won't leave you alone even if you are in Mayfil. Now, if you just let me kill you, it'll be fast and painless. But if you don't let me kill you, it'll be slow and painful." Peter stared at him and walked closer to him.

As if on instinct, Mike picked up the spear and pointed it at Peter. "Stay away. I won't hesitate to use this and kill you."

Peter laughed. "You? Kill me? HA!!"

Mike, without thinking, lunged at him. Peter twisted out of the way and Mike flew by him. Mike then turned around and began slashing the spear at him. He managed to cut him at least twice, but Peter blocked or dodged the others.

"C'mon, kid! You stand no chance against me!!" Peter punched Mike in the face and sent him flying into a nearby tree.

Believe in yourself and you can beat him, came the strange female's voice.

'Believe in myself. I can do that.' Mike stood up and retrieved his spear. He took a deep breath and he felt a strong force of energy run through his body. He lunged at Peter and swung his spear.

Peter ducked, but he didn't expect Mike to kick him in the face and send him flying into a tree. Peter crawled out of the way as the spear was stabbed into the tree. He stood back up and was kicked once more. He bit back a scream of pain as he tried to move. One of his ribs were broken.

'I am really beginning to hate these Humans.' Peter stood up as slowly as he could; only to get stabbed in the leg by the spear. This time, he didn't bit his tongue to keep himself from screaming. The pain was just too much.

Mike had let out all of his anger during this fight. All he needed to do was to finish him off......... He spun the spear around while Peter was lying on his back, holding his leg. Mike then put all of his strength in that spear and stabbed his father in the chest. Peter screamed out in pain. Mike just then realized what he had done. He pulled the spear out and stepped backwards. He paid more attention to the surroundings around him when he saw smoke.

'Smoke!?' He looked down at his bleeding father then back in the direction of the smoke. There was nothing that he could do to save his father now, so he decided to see where the smoke was coming from. He ran off.

But if Mike had stayed a bit longer, he would have seen a see-through Dragon fly out of the lifeless body of Peter.

"Foolish Human! I told you that you would never kill me! You can't kill something that's already dead!" The Dragon was a whole lot smaller than a normal Dragon, but that was only because he could shrink his size. The smallest that he could get was about the size of a large dog. His original size was a foot or two smaller than the Divine Dragon; otherwise known as the King of all Dragons. Two horns curved horns were on top of his head. "I am the almighty Dead Dragon!" The evil laughter of the Dragon filled the air.

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Mike ran until he came to Regina's house. Fire had already claimed the house.

"Regina!?" Mike walked around, searching through the pieces of the leftover house.

"I am here, boy." Regina walked out from some bushes.

"Are you alright!?" Mike ran up to her.

"I am fine, child." Regina dusted off her dress. "You are fully healed now, so you can leave. If you just leave this forest, you will arrive at the town."

"Thank you." He looked down at the spear in his hand.

"You may take that with you. Please take very good care of it."

He nodded and began walking away.

"May Soa be with you, Mike."

Mike heard this and spun around, but......the woman was gone......

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The strange woman in a pale blue dress stood in the middle of a huge circular room. The walls and floor were made of stone. Her long, white hair was put in the ponytail that it was usually kept in.

Before her, were five doors. The doors were different colors. The door to the far right was a dark forest green; the next one was pink; then black with red swirls; white; and finally, the last one was black. Each door also had its own symbol carved on it. The green one had an eighth note (in music) carved into it; the pink one had a red heart; the black and red one had a broken heart, one half was a much, much darker black then the door and the other half was a blood red color; the white one had gold angel wings; and the black one had a silver Dragon head: the head of the Dead Dragon.

The woman glanced at all of the doors, but her eyes stopped on the last door. The black one. She walked over to it and gently touched the silver Dragon head. She traced the head with her fingers and waited for the door to open. The door opened and she walked inside. The room that she was now in had the entire body of the silver Dead Dragon carved into the roof. The walls and floor were black. The reason why the Dead Dragon on the roof was silver, is because that is the Dragon's true color. He can become a solid object one second, and then become something that can phase through things the next. When he is a solid object, his color is silver, but he mainly stays phased so no one can hurt him. He may not be able to die, but he can still feel pain.

The white haired woman then walked over to the far wall, where a black stone was placed. She ran her hand over the stone and it began to glow a dark light. The light, strangely, lit up the room a bit. She removed her hand and let it fall to her side.

"Oh, Soa," The woman sounded frustrated. "I do hope that you are right about this Dragoon spirit." It would be a shame if she couldn't find the rightful owner to the Dead Dragoon spirit. She knew she should also be worried about the four other spirits, but she knew she had found the rightful owner to the Dream Dragoon spirit, and she was also so very positive that she would find the rightful owners to the others; except for the Dead Dragoon spirit. This spirit would be incredibly hard to find an owner to because the Dead Dragon would more than likely interfere. Much like he was with Mike, but he would go to even more drastic measures to stop her from finding the owner to the Dead Dragoon spirit. He could possibly even find the person and kill them before she found them!

She turned and left the room gracefully. 'I will just have to wait and see what happens. I know that that Dragon will be back to stop me, but I'm not too sure he will bother Mike anymore. Probably the other future Dragoon Judges, but not Mike. At least I pray that he doesn't mess with him anymore......' As she left the room, the door shut. She headed towards the 'Watch Room' to keep an eye on the first of her Dragoons.........

A/N: I thought I had to put that strange woman in a scene all to herself. You also got to view the room that held the spirits of the Dragoon Judges in it. Mike won't join her yet. There's still two more chapters, remember? I am really, really trying to make them as long as I can, considering there's only five chapters in the first book. The Dead Dragon will not be seen again 'til Hajeri's book, I think; but I'm pretty sure that you can figure out why he won't show up again 'till Hajeri's book, right? Anyhoo, I'm hoping that chapter four will be a bit longer than this chapter. So far, the chapters aren't turning out as long as I had hoped. Ah, well...I can always add in things.....I guess that always works......