Slowly But Surely

Malachite had no idea all of this was going on, as a matter of fact...he was sleeping! He was curled up on a large pile of soft fluffy pillows, his injured wing, which had replaced his broken arm when he turned into a dragon, was wrapped up and held firmly together, he opened his eyes when the door to the room he was in opened.

"Oh, sorry to wake you, young master," a pale orange dragon smiled, she was a nice dragon, but can be scary at times.

"No, it's ok Keri, I'm awake," Malachite replied, he was about to get up when a look from the older dragon made him stay put.

"Dare get up, I'll be forced to jag you're legs!" Keri joked, Mal laughed nervously. Keri was a doctor, and what she said was meant to be a light hearted joke, but she DID do that to Hydro when he had gotten his neck into a bad cramp and his tail broken, and his wings pretty badly damaged, so he couldn't feel his legs or walk.

"Yeah..." Mal replied, hiding his slight fear of her doing it.

"So how is the wing?" she asked, walking over.

"Couldn't tell ya...since SOMEONE jagged it last night when i was sleeping," Mal replied, almost playfully.

"Glad to see you are relaxing, that should help the healing process," Keri smiled. She gently checked his wing. "Still have a few days left before we can take this splint off you're wing," she told him.

"Aw man!" Malachite groaned, he sighed heavily.

"Something wrong?" she asked

"I just wanna go home!" Malachite complained, Keri smiled with sympathy.

"I know, being dragged away like that then forced to stay here for a while," she started, "Can have some psychological effects on someone so young,"

"I know, homesickness, worry, fear," Malachite sighed, Keri put a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"Don't worry, you'll be heading home in a few days," she said, she smiled and left, shutting the door quietly behind her. Mal slumped down on the pillows, thinking of home.

"...Wonder what has happened..." Malachite wondered sadly, he sighed. "A lot most likely," There was a soft knock on his door and he looked up. "Come in?" the door opened and he sighed slightly. "Hello Prince Draco," , Draco smirked.

"Hello Mally," he said, trying to get him wound up, clearly he didn't know Mal was a hard stick of TNT to blow.

"Hello your highness," Malachite replied politely, bowing his head as he was still lying down. Draco glared slightly.

"Lying on the job eh? Knew you... Ñÿæos were lazy and weak," Draco smirked, but it disappeared when Mal shrugged carefree.

"Well can't do much with a broken wing now can I sire," Malachite replied, he sat up slightly and looked out the window, Draco growled darkly.

"Why are you not cracking..." he whispered under his breath.

"Cause I have no temper," Malachite told him, looking at him from the corner of his eye.

"Everyone has a temper!" Draco snapped, Malachite looked at him calmly.

"Is that so? I lost mine two years ago," Malachite said, looking calm and collected.

"And how is that?" Draco asked, holding back a growl.

"...I would rather not say," Malachite replied, slightly darkly. Draco noticed it.

"Oh, have I hit a sore subject?" he smirked, Malachite looked away.

"It's not sore, it's more shameful," Malachite replied

"What did ya do? Kill someone?" Draco grinned sickly. Malachite said nothing then Draco got worried. "Y-You did!"

"...Nearly," Malachite replied, struggling to control the memories.

"How?" Draco asked, getting really nervous, Mal looked at him emotionless.

"Let's just say it involved me and my mother's creator," Malachite said, Draco got really scared and ran out the room. Malachite looked out the window sadly.

'This damn wing better heal up fast' Malachite sighed heavily and lay back down again and closed his eyes.


Me: END!

Onyx: ¬.¬ finally! Can we get on with a new story!

Me: ...maybe...

Onyx: ...and that maybe means...

Me: ...NO!

Onyx: (growls and decks me)

Jet: O.O um...

Mal: (slaps forehead) oh Onyx...well...guess the only thing left to say is R&R