Dragon was in his room, (he had been given one on a temporary basis). He would have been packing, but he didn't have anything to pack.
Someone knocked on his door.
Dragon, expecting it to be Raven yelled, "Come in."
To his surprise, Arrow walked hesitantly in.
Dragon stood up quickly.
"Uh…Hi. What's up?" then he cursed himself for handling it so…badly.
Arrow rubbed the back of her head, making her hair stand up more than usual.
"Uh…I…well, you're going to be staying here a little longer, so I just want to tell you that…I don't forgive you but…to keep the atmosphere here comfortable, I'm going to…I dunno, call a truce? Something like that. Whatever. Just…yeah."
"Don't worry," said Dragon, bitter, "I'm not going to stay here. I was planning to leave when you came in."
"Ha!" laughed Arrow, her voice devoid of humor, "I know what that wound means. You're not going anywhere."
She walked out.
Well, she made it half way across the room before looking back.
"Is she back?" she asked.
"Is who…oh. Seems like it."
Arrow nodded. She seemed reluctant to leave. "Why did you do it?" she finally asked.
Dragon bent his head. "In the beginning, when I met her, it was because of him. Because of…Lord Worth."
"Lord Worth? You thought I…"
"You slept with him, and you were going to marry him. I was…hurt, to say the least. Lord Worth? Why, Arrow?"
"You thought I was going to…you thought…you stupid, STUPID, PIG HEADED PIECE OF POND SCUM! YOU BELIEVED THAT PIECE OF HORSE SHIT! YOU KNEW ME FOR 14 YEARS AND YOU INSTANTLY BELIEVED THAT? GOD! THEN YOU GO TO SOME ICE BITCH BECAUSE YOUR GIRL 'GONE DONE YOU WRONG'? YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT HAPPENED! TO THINK I WAS SERIOUSLY CONSIDERING…THE TRUCE IS FUCKING OFF, ASSHOLE! I COULD KILL YOU RIGHT NOW! AHHHHHHHHH!"
She slammed the door behind her, with such force it was surprising it didn't break.
Dragon looked wide-eyed at where she's been, then he gave a blood-curdling scream. He tore at his face, trying to rip off his flesh with his nails. Then, realising he couldn't hurt himself; he smashed his fist into the mirror and threw himself onto his bed.
It had all been a misunderstanding.
He had destroyed his entire life because of one stupid rumor.
He hated himself.
To say the least.
Then he thought, screw this, sulking isn't going to solve anything, and he ran off after Arrow. (There's my boy, Dragon.)