A/N this is a comparison fic, wiat til you see who! Oh, and I don't own dragon booster. R&R!
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A boy of ten sits in a darkened room,
wondering how things changed so soon.
His mother has been lost for years,
and for this he sheds silent tears.
His remaining family does not make much aid,
his life is a cloth that is frayed.
Everyone wants him to grow up fast,
he knows that being a kid won't soon last.
He hopes he will make his father proud,
and maybe get cheered by a racing crowd.
His dragon keeps him right on track,
but the sadness is eternally slipping back.
He's been told of a war that is to come,
but is not as worried as some.
But as he starts to go to bead,
he gently pats his dragon's head.
"Good night Fracshun," says a boy, helping against the war.
"Goodnight Decepshun," says another, six whole years before.