Me- ...and welcome back to another episode of The Soul Aflame. More reviews from WarpSlash! Is he/she the only guy/girl out there?

Erk-I sure hope not or this is a waste of time.

Canas- Yeah, my time.

Priscilla- All you do in your spare time is read. And your not even in this chapter, much less the story.

Canas- sigh

Priscilla- Unlike me, isn't that right Jinn? puppy dog eyes

Me- Yup. Your in this one. Unlike Erk, Canas, and myself.

Erk-You're not in this chapter?

Me- Well, I am but briefly. Any way thhis is my dun dun dun LONGEST. CHAPTER. EVAR. With a total mass of 1,315 words.

ErkCanasPriscilla- That is still short...

Me-meh...RR.


"Jinn, what are you doing away from the tent?" The words had echoed into the camp. Jinn was still, unmoving. "Is something the matter, Jinn?" He twitched and turned, facing Lloy.

"I...I'm sorry. I...What did you want?" Jinn did not appear to in his normal frame of mind.

"It's nothing. Let's go back to that tent; we need to talk." Jinn looked past him, hollowly and nodded. The two companions walked back through the camp; towards their own tent. Lloy looked across at Jinn again. The boy was confused and deep in thought.

I hope that this isn't a side affect of his transformation. But no, when they reached the tent he did not "go dragon", but instead he curled up in a blanket on a cot and laid there shivering. Lloy decided that their talk could wait until later so he left with nothing in particular in mind.

As he left the tent, he headed for what he believed was the meal tent's area. After about five or so minutes he bumped into a familiar red-head.

"Ah...I'm sorry, are you O.K.?" She asked and then looked up seeing that it was Lloy.

"It's fine Miss Priscilla. Actually I've been meaning to speak with you..." She looked nervous at this statement as though she knew what it was wished to speak of. "Nothing is wrong, you needn't worry." She sighed in relief and followed him to a large tree outside of the immediate area of the trees.

"I have told no one." She said immediately. It was as though she was denying it. But Lloy knew better. She was still quite shaken; which is perfectly reasonable.

"You must have questions, problems. I assure you that he himself has no memory of what happened. He believes that he blacked out during the battle. He worries, cares for you. But you, you must despise his very being. What he is. What he can become..." Lloy was trying to goad a reaction from her. He wanted to know if she was trustworthy.

"I... I do not hate him in any way...He is such a gentleman. I could never hate him. I would protect his secret, but..." She stopped. She wanted to ask something, but could not get it out. "Why? What? How? How is it that he is what he is?" Priscilla had apparently pulled herself together enough to ask this. If she was still emotional, she kept it unapparent.

"Even though I know why, I still don't understand it. But I will tell you none-the-less. Pray tell, have you ever heard of the city of Arcadia?" Priscilla's expression grew skeptical.

"Only in child-hood tales, Sir Lloy."

"I assure that is no tale. I grew up there myself. Anyways, in this fabled city dwell both humans and dragons." Priscilla gasped dramatically. "Together. As man fought dragon in the madness of the Scouring, these creatures, man and dragonet, lived together in peace. It was a perfect utopian paradise in the middle of an oasis in the desert."

"They worked, toiled, and died alongside each other. A bond was formed between these two different species. But, even as there are different races among men, there are also those among dragons. The separate elemental races had many differences. Ice dragons were soft, calm, and caring. They were deeply in touch with the emotions of those around them. Where fire dragons are strong, passionate, and quick to anger. Though they were fiery they grew calm in this peace."

"As though to bridge the gap between man and dragon even more, a human soldier by the name of Garet fell in love with a fire dragon whose name in common is Lazuli. At first the populace was cheerful over this. It was further proof that what they were doing was right. But it was not to be."

"The streets were joyous as the couple walked, unblemished by the pains of society. Eventually the two conceived a child. The first draconian child ever born in that city was to be delivered. There was triumphant parading throughout the city. But their happiness was doomed to fail."

"The draconian boy was successfully delivered. He had small wings, slightly scaled flesh, and burning red locks, but otherwise looked like a normal human baby. He spent the first years of his life loved and praised. But at his coming of age ceremony, he would be forced to choose what form he would wear, human or dragon. Pressure came from both sides as the choice drew ever nearer."

"The boy, who is our very own Jinn, favored his human form, which was obvious. This option did not bode well with the dragons. When he switched into his dragon form, it was the humans' turn to be disgruntled. Each side wanted a say in his future. His parents were torn between their love for him and each other, and their loyalties to their own race. Unfriendly looks and comments found him wherever and however he went. Jinn was torn between his parents. Anger found him from all sides."

"Riots broke out. In one terrible moment Lazuli was brutally killed in cold blood by angry humans. This was the final token required to disrupt the delicate balance that had been maintained. Open fighting began. A man, friendly to Garet, took Jinn in in secrecy. The man's name was Lloy." He smiled and Priscilla's mouth opened slowly.

"Not me. But I'm his great ((A/N) x 20 for you exact freak readers) grandson of direct lineage. So, he took Garet's last memory of his wife and smuggled Jinn out of the city. Garet did so, because "civil war" was tearing their paradise apart. Jinn could live in peace; for even in his human guise a dragon would see through it. And living with humans would present it own problem. Because of his dragon genes, he would be both gifted and cursed with longevity. Simply put, Jinn's human form would not age until hundreds of years after the Scouring."

"So Lloy I put the plan together. He would travel with the child, as would the first born son of every Lloy to follow. They would all be named Lloy, dress the same, and excel in the same areas. This was so that Jinn would soon for get he was a dragon, and become fully human. After years of this strange, plan working One Lloy began to notice that Jinn was aging. At the rate of a normal human. This was wonderful, because it meant that the years of Lloy servitude would end, but it was not to be. For Jinn had grown so accustomed to us, me, that even though he was a fine warrior and could take of himself he was still alone. And we must always stay to assist if he transforms like he did the other day. After years of being cooped up, that dragon side of his has redrawn its old flame. It is all of his anger, sorrow, and lust. That is why he is always good natured."

"So I stay by his side until he meets friends. This is what is happening in this militia. He is so happy to have real friends for the first time. It makes me happy too..." His voice trailed off and he looked away. "Sometimes...Sometimes I hope there really is a higher purpose."

After this excruciatingly long narrative, Priscilla spoke up, "I... I will defend his secret, his heart, and himself, sir!" She seemed to have finally understood what he was really doing here. He was asking her to take over. To be his swords sheath. She would be a sheath unto his heat's sword, protecting him from himself and teaching him familiarity. She would be his friendly guardian. Protecting him and thawing out his cold heart that had clung to one family for far too long. And he would never know.


Me- and there is Jinn history for ya folks.

PriscillaErkCanas- Hey he switched up or order shuffleshuffle...meh.

Me- Ah phooey on you guys. RR.

Erk- 'Cause Serra is watching you!