Wistful Thoughts
A/N: Little rambling fic using the information of Zulay I got from the episode "Faster Than Fear". Fic's kind of short and pointless, actually, but I wanted to write it down anyway.
Disclaimer: Skim it if you want, because all I'm gonna say is that I don't own Dragon Booster, so don't sue me.
Zulay…
The name echoed in Word Paynn's mind as the tall figure paced his control room, looking outside at Sun City. The Dragways were stalled and the honks of horns sounded out. People yelled and argued at each other. Word gave a scowl.
Traffic.
He detested traffic. There were too many irritating people and extremely loud sounds when there was traffic. He detested people. He detested the loud sounds. He detested almost everything. At times, he even detested his own son, Moordryd.
He did not detest Zulay.
In Word's hand was a picture frame, containing a photo of a lady and her dragon. Word gazed longingly at the lady in the photo, and his scowl softened. The name was repeated in his mind, spoken very softly.
Zulay…
Word stopped walking and sat down in his chair. He didn't mind the videos on the large monitors that he usually observed. Instead, he stared at the picture of his dear Zulay. Her eyes seemed to sparkle, and there was a smile on her face. He found his lips curving upwards slightly, just looking at her. She was very beautiful, very smart, very brave…
And now she was gone.
Word looked away from the picture frame gravely. How he wished that she could be back! How he longed for her to be back in his arms, back with him, like long before, before what happened…
He looked back at the photo of Zulay. Those were just wishes…pointless, impossible wishes. Zulay wasn't around anymore, and there wasn't anything he could do about it. He lost her, as he had lost everything else. If only he could've done something, anything, to still have her with him. He sighed and gave a small smile as he remembered that time, when they were still together, when they were still happy, when he was happy…
"Zulay..." he whispered.
"Er, Father?"
Word slammed the picture frame down on his control panel and whipped his head at the holder of the voice, only to realize that it was only Moordryd. His son was staring at him, blinking. Word eyes shifted in annoyance, and he let himself relax. "Oh, it's just you, Moordryd," Word murmured, standing up. "Why are you here?"
Moordryd looked slightly confused. "You called me here, Father," he replied, and he picked up the picture frame. His eyes widened as he stared at Zulay. "Is this...mother?" Moordryd asked, and there was a hint of sadness in his voice.
The picture frame was snatched promptly out of his hand. "Yes, it is," Word responded simply, placing the picture frame back down on his control panel. He thought of Moordryd, his son…Zulay's son, and for a moment Word felt guilty. Perhaps he should be treating Moordryd more kindly, as he had once treated Zulay…
It's for the boy's own good, Word thought with a frown as he turned back around to face Moordryd. "Now, Moordryd," Word said, and hesitated before continuing. "My son. What has happened?"
While Moordryd told his father what had happened, Word paid no attention as his thoughts drifted back on his memories. He heard her name being whispered into his ear, the voice echoing in his mind yet again…
Zulay…
End