Onward to the third chapter of Darnkess Looms. Thanks for the review(s). I really appreicate it. Shows people are actually reading it. yay :) Anyways, I've thought about this chapter carefully, and thought how Nall would react to everything, after Quark's death. Anyways, I really hope you enjoy and this doesn't disappoint.

Darkness Looms
Chapter Three: Deepening The Wound

Let's just say this wasn't the worst place I've ever woken up in. I can remember this one building that was falling apart. The smell of rats and spoiled garbage hung through that building. Even the ledge I found myself perched on, was slowly chipping away. Taking in those details, I had assumed it was an old mill used by the Vile Tribe. But this place? It seemed like a small lodge set far away from everything. The wood wasn't decaying, there was a few windows. And then there were these odd bars. Bars that went in all directions around me. Similar to a ... prison!

"What the!" Arising to my feet rapidly, I felt a surge of pain rush through my head. This human body would take much getting used to. But the extra height was nice, to be honest. Glancing around, I was sure it was a prison. Yet the question why I was in a prison in the middle of nowhere was much more important.

"Ghaleon thinks he can overtake the world by force, eh? Well, he's got another thing coming to him," Glaring at the bars, I calculated how much fire it would take to melt them away. Yes, I was very confident in my powers. Sure I had limited abilities, but I was proud. Who could honestly say they could breath fire on command? No one, that's sure.

"Melt," I hissed under my breath, as I opened my mouth. I awaited the usual scorch of fire to come blazing out, but there was just air. Air and some spit. Pausing, my heart sank. No, he couldn't have taken my powers? Grabbing onto one of the bars, I kneeled on the ground and starred at the wooden panels beneath me.

"Where am I...?" Hours went by, without solution. Why couldn't they have built a window inside the jail cell? Then again, who would be that naive to build an escape for their prison? Then there was the question, who's prisoner was I? Growling angrily, I started shaking the nearest rod of metal with rage. Whoever built this place must have been quite the contractor, seeing they did not budge when I grabbed them.

"Am I ever going to get out of this damn place?" Everything seemed hopeless, and the returning anger to the humans who did this to me slowly returned. Humans did this to me. Humans were the cause of all this suffering and war on this world. They have to be stopped.

I was stroke awake from my most distant thoughts by a rock hurdling at my head. Hitting my on the left side of my forehead, the rock landed on the ground next to me. Stunned, I grabbed the rock and stood up, looking for whoever chucked the rock.

"Show yourself, coward!" I demanded, clutching the rock tightly. No response. Raising an eyebrow, I remained firm. "I said show yourself!" Still no response. Becoming angry, I stomped my left foot, but then fell over from the unusual shift in position. "Damn human legs," I murmured standing back up weakly.

"It's human!" A voice shrilled from the shadows. Perking up my ears to the best of my ability, I silently cursed the human ears I was given. A cats were much more useful.

"I am no human. I am the heir of the White Dragons!" I hissed. Ok, so maybe I was a little full on myself, and maybe giving my identity straight out was a bad idea, but I wasn't one to think ahead. When the time came to push, I shoved with all my might. Figuravely speaking, of course.

"It's a crazy human toooo!" The voice giggled. Tilting my head, I came to the conclusion my torture was a youngling. The naive ness in it's voice was far too evident. Twitching my left eye, I took a step closer to the bars.

"Show yourself." I spoke calmly. The voice did not answer, and no one appeared from the shadow. Why didn't people listen to me? "Show yourself!" I yelled. Instead of the figure of a young girl I was expecting, a man of his early twenties stepped out from the shadows, with a young girl clutching his side in fear. Uneasily, I took a few steps back into the middle of my cell.

"My daughter says you're claiming your the White Dragon," The human spoke. He wore green slacks, and a brown vest over a black tunic. An unmistakable sword with sheathed by his side. Brown hair that ran down to his ear was highlighted by black strands. Whoever this human was, he seemed like a warrior.

"That's correct. I am the heir of the White Dragons. And I assure you I am going to take that title when I get out of here," I told the two humans. Clenching my fists, I let the rock slip from my fists and it hit the gorund with a gentle thud. The human male snickered and opened a door on the side of the cell.

"Do you have a name, then?" He asked, leaving the younger human outside. Name? That's right. My name. Before the ordeal at the White Dragon alter, I had forgotten I ever had a name. No one ever called me by it anymore, so why remember it?

"It's Nall," I whispered, trying to avoid eye contact.

"You look far more human than dragon," The human male observed, walking over closer. Still avioding eye contact, I gave a stiff nod.

"Before the White Dragon before me was murdered, he gave me this wretched human body," I growled to myself, trying to keep my voice and anger down.

"You don't seem to be very fond of humans." The male observed. He extended his hand and placed it on my shoulder. My heart stopped, and I starred at him. Was he going to kill me? Uneasily, I starred at him.

"Who are you? Where am I?" I asked nervously. The man smiled and withdrew his hand. The girl outside the cell paced around, wathcing us talk. I was weaponless, in this strange place. All I had left was trust. But how long would I be able to keep that?

"I am Zoteaki," He seemed like he wanted to say more, but he kept silent. Shifting uneasily, I starred at him.

"You don't seem like any other human I've seen," I heard myself say. Maybe I ought to keep my thoughts to myself. Just then, a question flashed through my mind. Wasn't I taking out my revenge on these pathetic humans? What was stopping me. What was so different about this man.

"If you truly are a dragon, you should know the answer to your question," And with that he turned his back and stepped outside the cell, leaving the door open. Starring blankly, I tried to understand his words. Shrugging, I just stood there and glanced at the open door. "Follow, white dragon," He told me kindly and grabbed the young girl's hand and led her down a hall. Standing there, I just glowered at the ceiling.

"What is going on..." I asked myself, then took off after them.

When I finally found where Zoteaki was, I had to take a breath. This human body was far more difficult to run with. Gasping for air, I walked up to the man who was sitting at the edge of the cabin. Taking a step out into the sun, I noticed we were far up on a treehouse. Glancing over the edge, I found myself stunned. We were hundreds of feet up in the air. Heart stopping I looked over at Zoteaki who was drinking out of a canvas.

"Dragon, let's see if you are worth your keep around here," He placed down the canvas and looked over at me. Taking the hint, I sat down next to him and looked at the numerous trees that lay under our feet.

"Zoteaki, where are we? I've never seen a place like this before," Usually dragons were very good with locations, but this place sent sparks of confusions through me. Glancing over for an answer, I saw a smirk roll across his face.

"We are near Vane. The outskirt forests near the teleportation. This land has been untouched for countless years," He spoke, uneasily. Tilting my head, I watched him waiting for more. "I've lived here with my sister for a few years. This is our current home. But we are travelers, so we will be departing one of these days," His shining eyes slowly dimmed and he seemed awfully upset.

"Are you alright?" I asked uneasily. This human... I felt so connected to him. But his daughter, or adopted daughter, she had the usual stench of vile human upon her. Sighing, I glanced back over at Zoteaki.

"Yes, fine as ever," He murmured and looked back at me. "I have a question, Nall was it? How did the dragon before you die?" Interest flowed back into him at rapid speeds.

"Killed by an army of humans, and a powerful human," I sighed uneasily. Just thinking about Quark made me depressed, and filled me with the feeling of emptiness.

"My parents were also murdered by humans," He shared the feeling of despair that I did. What was so different about him? Maybe humans could be trusted after all. Maybe not all humans were created for evil. Just like Alex...and Kyle. Glancing back over, I saw him take out a locket, and then place it in his pocket.

"That.. locket. It had the crest of the Blue Dragon," I noticed.

"Yes, my family has been interinwed with the organization that protects the Blue Dragon for countless years," He explained, watching me intently.

"Is.. the Blue Dragon alive?" The fear of another dragon's death attacked my heart. Fearing the answer, I watched him as his brown hair lightly swished in the breeze.

"Yes, as I know. Last time I checked, he was doing pretty fair. But his current location? I'm not exactly sure," Zoteaki continued.

"He travels?" I asked, a little nervous about the dragon's safety.

"And you don't?" Zotaeki asked innocently. Shifting my head uneasily, I tried to keep my calm. Was he suggesting that I traveled and ended up here?

"I didn't come here by choice! I was sent here by humans, damn those humans!" I growled and chucked a rock off the ledge. I suddenly stopped, and looked back at Zoteaki who was starring at me oddly. "Sorry, I forgot you were human."

"No offense taken," A glitter of amusement passed his blue eyes.

"So, where are we going next? Or am I your prisoner?" I asked bitterly. Zoteaki shook his head.

"If you allow it, I'd like you to join me for awhile with my sister Jasmine," He grinned at me and awaited my answer.

"...fine," I spoke uneasily. Was I really going to travel with humans again? But Zoteaki seemed so different. Something was different about this one. Something very different.

"Good, welcome Nall," Zoteaki extended a hand.

"Yes.." Was all I could reply with.

Author's Note:

dun dun dun! That was Chapter three. Yes, I had no other choice but to make a made up. I tried to make him a little less gary sue and more secretivie. I honestly bet you all can guess his secret. More information on nall's trouble pass, then Taben's Peak soon. Promised!