Hello, miss me?

Bierrez: No.

Me: Hmph.

Bierrez: Why am I always at the start before the real story?

Me: 'Cuz you aren't in the story.

Bierrez: But neither is Gil, or Fedelta, or Saabel or... (Starts listing off other demons)

Me: Hmm, never thought of that...maybe I should bring them in too... GREAT IDEA!

DC: Am I ever gonna get a part in the story?

Me: Nope. Strictly Dragon Knights characters, but I might make up a few later, you never know.

DC: Ahem,

Me: Oh yeah, okay, do the disclaimer!

DC: Dragon Knights does not belong to iamarealangelandimnotlying. It belongs to Mineko Ohkami (Ohkami Mineko, whichever)

Rath: On with my story!

Me: hey, who said it was your story, I wrote it, so it's mine!

Rath: Well it's about me!

Rath and I get into a big hair-pulling (not literally) name-calling argument

Bierrez: Alright, while they work out their "issues" you can just enjoy reading the story.

Rath Goes Insane Chapter 2— The Awakening

"Doctor, I think he's coming too." A somewhat familiar voice said through the ever going darkness.

"What? Oh, he is! Thank goodness, I thought we lost him this time!" Someone else said.

Rath stirred, and then opened his eyes wide enough to see his surroundings. He was in a giant white colored room, with strange looking machines located in different parts of it. He tried to sit up, but found it too hard, as if he was being held down by some invisible force. He was right.

"Mr. Illunsieur, it's alright, just calm down." A very familiar voice said. Rath looked up and into the eyes of the Dragon Lord.

"L-Lykouleon?" Rath said wearily.

"Actually, it's Dr. Lukas Gold. And your name is Ron Illunsieur." Lykouleon said. He did indeed look like a doctor, wearing a white coat and all.

"Dr. Yellow," Lykouleon (a/n I decided to keep their real names for outside the "") called.

"Yes Dr. Gold?" A man with long brown hair that was tied up approached the Dragon Lord. He was also wearing a lab coat, and carried a clipboard.

"Ruwalk!" Rath called to the Yellow Dragon Officer. He didn't answer.

"Mr. Illunsieur, this is my assistant, Dr. Riley Yellow." The Dragon Lord introduced his already know friend/ partner.

"What's going on?" Rath exclaimed. He was confused and frustrated, nothing made sense.

Lykouleon sighed, "I you would ask that at some point. Caroline! Rebecca!" He called to names that Rath would never be able to put a face to. Until, that is, they walked through the door.

Rath gasped. Cesia, closely followed by Lady Raselene, filed into the room. Cesia's hair was short, completely black and braided. She also wore glasses. The Dragon Queen had long black hair, also pulled back in a braid. Raselene smiled as she entered, Cesia did not.

"Ronald Illunsieur, this is Dr. Caroline Mist, and my wife, Rebecca Gold. She helps around this ward."

"Cesia..." Rath said to her. She turned away, a single tear dripped silently from her clear eyes.

"Mr. Illunsieur, if you please." Lykouleon said. Rath turned to him, still lying down.

"Where am I?" This was the question that has bothered him ever since he woke up.

"You are in an infirmary, a mental ward." Lykouleon answered.

"What?"

The Lord sighed. "It was about a year ago, when you came to us. You had a very normal life, until— you went a little crazy. It may sound hard to believe, but this is the truth."

Rath looked at him, then around at everyone. They believed him.

"What's wrong with you people?" He said.

Lykouleon sighed again. "There is nothing wrong with us."

"Lykouleon!" Rath yelled.

"It's Dr. Lukas Gold, Ronald."

"No don't you remember! You're Lord Lykouleon of the Dragon Kingdom! A-and Lady Raselene! She's your wife there too! Ruwalk, you're the Yellow Dragon Officer and second in command to him! And Cesia—"He trailed off. Everyone stared at him.

"Listen Ronald, We may be different in the reality you created, but in this one, we are doctors, not medieval heroes." At that, Lykouleon, Raselene, Ruwalk and Cesia got up and headed towards the exit.

"But you're not medieval heroes, you're dragons! And I'm one too!" Rath yelled, but everyone continued on through the door.

Aww, poor Rath.

Rath: Yes, poor me.

Me: Sorry if this sounded a little sloppy, I was thinking about writing different parts of it while writing this. I'll expain more next time, and it'll be better. More of Rath, of corse.

Anyway, remember to review!