Well, now that I remember what I was gonna say in the first chapter, 1. In this story Kai is 16, Lyk and Ru are both 17, and Teth is 18. Don't ask why it just is that way. You will hear some from the Dragon Clan however mostly it will revolve around Feeg. If you don't like it then tough, don't read. 2. Mostly every thing in my story will have some purpose towards it; I have a strange liking for irony, so yeah. 3. There is going to be quiet a few flashbacks or what not because of Feeg's constantly wanted his now dead mother. Also I will put Mia back into the story somewhere along the road which will eventually cause Alfeegi more grief. Sorry, but I'm that type of person who loves the angst in a story and the kind that enjoys torturing their favorite characters the most so Alfeegi is going to be going through a lot in this story. 4. This story does have some of the Dragon Tribe in it but a lot of the story will be OOC. 5. One other thing is that they lived in Luwa and after the accident Mia stayed in Luwa at an orphanage for teenagers and Alfeegi was sent to an orphanage in Kalaway. (Incase you didn't know, that is a town off of a game called Golden Sun. I'm just borrowing the name for a while. )

Yeah, now that that was cleared up, I wanted to thank you for your kind reviews! I…have never felt…so loved. ;

Ok. Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Knights and sadly never will --;

(Feeg's POV)

I stumbled cautiously up the slightly cracked, cement stairs toward the dark colored mansion, literally hearing the sudden crack of thunder from behind it as the once cheerful skies cried a flood of tears that fell onto my pale, fear-filled face. I had never even begun to dream of what it would possibly be like without my mom or sister, and now BOOM! All of a sudden I was lost to the world without any other place to turn toward. How the heck did things turn out so bad? So bad that now I was heading up the stairs toward my worst fear. The very building you would imagine hearing a long, sickening moan as you see the image of a decaying coarse as it pulled its dead body along the cold wooden floors, looking for the one who had murdered him centuries before and longing for his own taste of sweet revenge. Where in the dead of night you would awaken to the eerie sound of a women, who had committed suicide for love soon after his death, sang a lullaby as she called the name of her forbidden love wondering helplessly along the empty halls. These kinds of places gave me the chills even in my dreams. Then a thought hit me.

They were the Dragon Clan after all, were they not? The same exact group of people that my mother would constantly speak so highly of and would become lost in her own sweet fantasy, saying that they was the type of people you could trust to protect you and take care of you when you needed them the most. I always trusted my mom's word, even though occasionally I would wonder to myself if these wonderful angels she spoke of could even be real. If what she said was true than why was my family and so many others living in torment that the next day you may not have enough money for food or the blasted government would pay a little visit to your home and decide to throw you out because the job you currently had was not enough to pay for a home and a decent meal on the table. I would hear such wonderful news on how the Dragon Tribe had yet again slayed another powerful demon and had saved the lives of many. But what was the point of being saved by them if it meant returning to nothing but a town of rubble that you once knew of as your home?

Was the Dragon's that my mom spoke of really the men who dropped me off and places me into this hell hole? Or was I just too young to understand anything that the grown-ups understood?

At times like this I really wished that I had my mom's heart. The one that gave her the power to smile broadly even when things turned out rough. I never really had too much of a nice life. My dad was never around to 'play catch' or 'go to the park', or really even just 'talk' with like most father and sons did. My sister was a bit of a Goth, wearing all black and locking herself into her room doing who knows what, and the most I ever had heard from her was whenever I was getting bullied and all she would do was stand to the side and allow them to beat the bloody crud out of me as she taunted me and told me how pathetic and weak I was and how much of a disgrace it was to be related to me. The sad part was that most of the time it was HER gang of buddies beating me to the ground. I couldn't even find refugee at my school because of most of the same reasons. Aquamarine hair wasn't exactly what you would call normal around there and being accompanied by two copper penny eyes behind my long bangs wasn't exactly making my life any easier. I was constantly being teased by my classmates and was victim to a gamut of different pranks daily. I even began to fear going out onto the playground for recess because whenever I did I was instantly jumped by my own peers, taking in every hit. Sure I might have been able to take on a few of them, but things were a bit different when the ENTIRE class hated my guts. And the teachers didn't care what we did during our play time, as long as she was able to take her break without distractions, she didn't care if we decided to murder one another. Much help she was, ne? The only thing that had kept me going was the smile I saw on my mother's lips as she asked me how my day went. I know lying was bad, but was it really that necessary to ruin my one joy of the day with the back stabbing truth? Her smile made me want to go on, no matter what I ran into.

My thoughts were interrupted as my foot rested on top of the final step and continued toward the double doors in front of me. I turned around to wave good-bye to that guy, Ruwalk, only to find a black sidewalk missing one specific officer. He had left . . . without saying good-bye.

I sighed rather loudly and turned around to grab hold of the door handle, only to run into the most intimidating human being I had ever seen, and that went a long way knowing my sister and her 'friends'. It was an incredibly large woman who had the image of a world class wrestler of the sort due to the massive size of her muscles. Her face resembled something close to what looked like a large, tan colored orange surrounded by unruly shoulder length brown hair and in the middle of her face were the coldest gray eyes I could ever imagine seeing. She wore a long brown sweater vest and an old, wrinkled blue-gray skirt that made the dirt covered clothes I was wearing caused her to look like a rich old hag with the most beautiful your eyes had ever seen.

I could feel my legs tremble from underneath me as her cold eyes looked my body up and down, observing every little detail of my pale form.

Well, I'll admit I wasn't looking me best. I was wearing a large sleeveless, white shirt that reached past my shivering knees and a pair of torn up black baggy pants, and to match the outfit were a pair of holey old snickers placed on my shivering feet, all of which I might add were much to big for my small body on account that they used to belong to Mia. Hand-me-downs could be such a pain. The only thing on me that was truly mine were the coal black, fingerless gloves on my cold hands that my dad had given me the one time he did come home. My hair was tied back into it's originally formed ponytail, reaching past the end of my shirt and my copper eyes caused me to look a few years older caused by the sleepless night ever since the realization that I was alone, my long spikes flowing over them carefully.

She continued looking me over awhile longer, giving me a rather uneasy feeling in my stomach. I didn't exactly trust this lady too much and I was becoming pretty nervous that she wasn't speaking.

"Well, yer not exac'ly how Ru said you woul' be, bu' I thing you'll do fine 'ere." I jumped nearly an inch off of the ground not expecting to hear her deep accented voice break the eerie silence, or at least not expected her to say anything like that. What would I do fine for?

The next thing I knew I was being dragged by the arm down a long dark hallway by the hag who had earlier introduced herself as Lady Mioki. I gripped onto my prized possessions with my free hand as she opened a large oak door and threw onto the floor of a dusted old attic. I stared up into her ice like eyes, hoping for some answers.

"You will do whatever I say an' whenever I say it. If you argue or shoul' slack off what so ever I will make sure to beat ya down so hard you'll wish that you were in 'ell rather than here. Now this is yer new room. Clean it up or whatever bu' you have 15 minutes an' no more. If I don' see ya in th' kitchen by then ya better as well be expec'ing pain, boy."

With that she slammed the hard wood door which shook the whole entire room causing random boxes to fall onto my shaking body. What in Dusis was I doing here? That woman said she was going to hurt me, but what did I do to deserve this? This women really did scare me half out of my wits, but pushing that aside I began to remove the boxes off of my fragile form. I reached over toward my stuffed animal and my book and held them as close to my heart as I could. My two possessions, all I had left was in my arms now. They were the only item I had ever gotten from my loving mother and my cruel hearted yet benevolent sister. I had to look on the bright side and smile, that's what my mom would have told me to do. Besides, it was only an orphanage with a creepy hag running it. Many other kids survived it so, so would I, I said to my self as I stood to my feet and opened the door. I could clean later, I really didn't favor pain that much so the best thing to do now was search for the kitchen and deal with Lady Mioki the best way I could.

(normal) ((((far off with Ru))))

The brown haired man cautiously stepped under an odd shaped tree with a large amount of leaves still placed on them not affected by the winter that was coming, in hope of avoiding the pouring rain. His eyes wondered the deep forest slowly, trying to catch any sign that his blonde haired friend was here.

'Damn it, Lykouleon. The rain is no place for a Dragon Lord to play hide and go seek in.' Ruwalk continued to swear to himself softly as he searched for the blue eyed boy. A few moments of searching in the freezing rain was rewarded as he saw the image of the one he was in search of sitting under the autumn colored leaves of an oak.

"You know, you shouldn't run off like that, Lykouleon. It isn't very polite of a Dragon Lord such as yourself," he smirked slightly as he was greeted with a cold glare from the 17 year old teenager.

"You know what? For our first mission by ourselves this one really bit it big," the young prince began flatly staring at a single pebble as it was drowned by the large drops of rain falling all over the small town as Ruwalk sat down beside his grieving friend. "Yeah, I know what you mean. We didn't get ta kick any demon butt!" The two laughed slightly at that thought. The whole time that they had traveled to Luwa, they were hopping with joy hoping they would get to fight a demon or two, not end up babysitting.

"Do you think those two are going to be ok?"

"Yeah, that chick looked hard core! I think she's the type that you wouldn't want to get to close to. And the kid should be. . .fine," a silence passed between the two as Lykouleon awaited an answer for the sudden pause. 'Kuso, you HAD to pause, didn't you?'

Placing a counterfeit smile onto his lips, Ruwalk shrugged and stared up toward the heaven's as they cried in what seemed to be pain.

"Don't sweat over it, he should be fine. Besides, I lived at that orphanage before I became a Dragon Officer remember?"

Yeah……I know you don't have to tell me …..I completely suck. But that's alright I guess It's all good.

Please….don't despise me for doing something wrong in my story. I'm not perfect. U.U