Kat: Thank you SO much for posting this for me!! And for buying the Sex
Boots.has named the boots, since, much like the Sex Boat and the Sex
String, they now remind her of a Thatchel THEY LIKE ME MORE!! lol, just
kidding. ;-)
Sarehptar: Ooooh... New name, very cool! Um. Memories? ::laughs:: Actually,
she knows exactly who he is. ::laughs more::
Hououza: Wow, thanks! I'm glad you think it is interesting, and the luck
has come in handy: I have found all my classes! ::pleased::
insaneoveranime: Hmm. See, I pronounce it "SE-SHA", but I have a feeling
that that is probably not right... Oh, well. Little late now!
Ye-Won: Hey, thank you! I'm trying my best to make it descriptive without
being overly boring! Glad to know that someone appreciates it!
Charna: Nah, s'all good. And you still have summer vacation... NOT
FAIR!!::cries::
Ginsing: "Else" shall never happen to me, for 'tis updated! Pokes?
PokepokepokepokepokepokepokepokeBONK! ::laughs madly::
Anime Goil: Ok, I've updated! Did you? I think you did, but fanfiction wouldn't let me review it... Sorry! I'll go try to review now, I swear!!
Lisasa: Updated, just like I said I would! Yeah, I liked the thing with the dress too... I believe I thought of it (and several of my other ideas,) in Germany! Call my cell sometime... We need to compare schedules!
ACK! This is being posted right after my second day of being a freshman o.o ---
Disclaimer: I, sadly enough, don't own Dragon Knights. ::long sigh:: Oh, but what fun I, TQOTFG, would have if I did... ::pictures and cackles evily::
Wooden floorboards groaned under his feet as Rath padded softly over them, heading for the false sanctuary of his small room.
His time at school had been normal, apart from those first few minutes. By the end of the day, he had been ready to accept it as just a dream; nothing more.
But then again, it had been just a dream that started this twisted ball rolling.
His hand grasped the cool round metal of the door handle, and he turned it, opening the passage into his private chambers.
Dropping his school bag on the floor, Rath sat on his bed, falling backwards into the warmth of the chilling shadows, muted laughter ringing through his deaf ears.
His face turned to stare blankly out the window, amber eyes dull as the thick rain clouds rushing across the sky outside.
Suddenly a flicker of life dropped into them, eating away their tarnished silver coating.
Rath jerked his head up, staring around his room.
Something was out of place.
He had noticed it when he had entered, but it hadn't really registered until that moment.
Standing slowly as if in a trance, even more so than usual, he strode across the floor, stopping when he reached the wall opposite his bed.
A shelf stood there, rising high above the wooden paneling below, stretching to reach the ceiling above.
At eye level on the second highest shelf sat a small and faded crimson toy; a dragon.
But there too lay the seeping of visions, of tear drenched memories and shadows streaked with laughter as if it was a dust-flecked beam of sunlight, streaming in through a rose stained window, etching their memory into the darkness of the forgotten breathing of past guises.
And it was here betwixt the dulled, false reality and whispering mirage that Rath found what had unsettled him so.
For although the shelf was coated with a thick layer of dust, the tainted powder did not lie on the dragon, instead stopping where it's worn material touched the thin plywood of the shelf.
Wide eyes stared with amazement at the creature, glowing embers tentatively rekindling for the first time in almost a decade where they had once flared with a life of their own.
Then startled dark orbs met their beaded jet counterparts.
A flash of lightning fire.
And Rath found himself standing outside his room, wide eyed, with a shaking hand positioned over the doorknob.
He took a deep breath, not wanting to risk his flawless mask cracking and tearing away to reveal the next layer he wore beneath the slick tinting of his swirling shield.
When he finally opened the door, he was expecting nothing like what he found within.
A wooden shelf, and, seated atop it, a small red Dragon, completely covered in dust.
I think this will be the last chapter focused primarily on the flipping of the world from fantasy back to normality, although this will still be mentioned, as it is a large part of this plot line. I hope it isn't getting too repetitive, however, and can assure you that the next chapter will be the catalyst of the story, and will start to explain more of what's going on. This is probably a good thing; since I'm really surprised I haven't received a review yet asking that question. Only I've been expecting one with more graphic wording. ::looks around nervously::