ok so heres the new chappy... easy cash.


The boy walked out of his house the next evening. the dragon right behind him. " how about we go spend some time together hey?" said the boy. The dragon nodded.

They walked down to the cove. The boy ended up laying against a rock. The dragon next to them. They let the sounds of the lake and birds lure them into relaxation. The boy sighed. His eyes slipping shut. He began to dream. He dremt about the girl, her eyes. Her voice. He dremt about the dragon. It's scales. it's kind eyes. it' living coo's. He dremt about The father. the thick Scottish accent, the calluses on his hands, the warmth of his fathers hand on his face.. wait... what? The boy couldn't be sure, but he thought he heard his name being called


The boy opened his eyes slowly. Blinking away the cloudiness. It was night, the sun barely visible above the tree line. The boy groaned. " son? said the father. The boy turned his head."dad?". he asked. " when, how... how long have you been here." The father sighed. " everything is fine, now. It's late, we should go home" he said. The boy nodded and stood, shaking the dragon awake. then they began to head home.

The walk was cold and quiet. The boy shivered. regretting the decision to wear only a tunic and his leggings. He looked at the father. The father was staring straight ahead. Unaware that his son was cold. Slowly and gradually, the boy began to slow down. His limbs seemingly freezing inside. The dragon nudged the boy, encouraging him to keep walking. The boy smiled at the dragon." thanks" he whispered.

The village came into view. The boy sighed, his shivering picking up."come on, almost there" he thought. The boys tremors grew stronger. He wrapped his arms around himself, trying to keep warm. He felt his legs and body begin to go numb. " no!" he thought. he looked at the father. " dad... I'm cold." he whispered. the father looked at the boy. the boy was pale. his lips taking on a bluish, purple color. his cheeks rosy. "OK" said the father. the father lifted the boy into his arms. the boy snuggled deeper into the fathers chest. he felt the father begin to walk again. " thank you" he said to the father. the father smiled. " lets get you home" he whispered.


the boy yawned. he could feel his father climbing the stairs to there hut. the boy was so tired. his eyelids felt so heavy, he fought to keep them open. he heard the door to there hut open, then close behind them. his head lolled to the side, but he put it back up. the father began to set the boy down. he felt his feet hit the ground. " thanks dad" he murmured, his words beginning to slur

the father let go of the boy. the boy was so exhausted that he let himself collapse, not even trying to stand up. he looked blearily up to his father. " m' so tired" he whispered, his words slurring even more. the father laughed. "i know. do you want help up stairs?" asked the father. the boy nodded. the father lifted the boy again, then walked up the stairs that lead to the boys bedroom. once he reached the top, the father looked down at the boy.

the boy had fallen asleep, snoring quietly. the father walked into the boys bedroom. he set the boy down in bed and draped the furs over the boys body. he kissed the boys head, then went to bed himself.


ok so that is that chapter. i uh don't know how long this is going to be anymore. so we;ll just have to find out.

-toothy fury