Title: One of a kind
Date first posted: 3 april 2007
Author(s): Ulti/Rael
Summary: Being ignored by his father since the age of 6, there is some difference in Artha's childhood. The story begins here and goes on until I don't know when.
Main pairing(s): The main pairing is Artha/Kitt, but there is a line, maybe 2, or Moordryd/Kitt, but that is ONLY for the plot, absolutely NOTHING else.
Main character(s): Artha, Kitt, Moordryd and some other characters I can't think of right now...
Genre(s): I'd say adventure and romance, and maybe drama, but I'm not sure about that.
Time period: Like I said in the summary, it begins when Artha is 6 years old and goes on from that point. But it is still in the Dragon Booster show's time.
Rating: I would say, or write, "Rated T", for some violence and some hints of sex, but not much, because I am a bit bored of that for the moment.
Warning(s): I cannot think of any warning at the moment that may be appropriate for this fanfiction.
Completion status: I am working on it.
Word count (By chapter): 1 634 words
Chapters: 1/?
Chapter One
Artha was now 10 years old, and in the 4 past years, he had learned what "hard" really meant. It was far away from what he imagined his life would be with a brother. It was far away from playing with him all day long, "teaching" him some things, and so on. And it was even harder because his mother was dead. He was sleepily cleaning a box when he heard his father yell.
"What the heck is that!" yelled Connor Penn as he accidentally stepped into some poo (weird to write) that a dragon left and that Artha was going to clean. Artha sighed.
"I'm so dead." He thought before his father yelled again.
"Artha! Come here! RIGHT NOW!" yelled an angry Connor, and Artha rushed to his father, keeping his eyes low. "Can you explain me what "this"," he motioned his right foot "is doing here?" he asked. Artha gulped. He had learned not to joke when his father was angry.
"I'm sorry, but I was going to clean it up once I finished over there." Said Artha. Connor did his best to keep his calm.
"Then clean it up faster. I'm going with Lance in down city to get something you aren't allowed to get." He said in a tone that clearly showed that he would have sent Artha alone if he were able. Then he began to walk away. Artha was hurt, but he kept it for himself. Instead, he took advantage of the fact that his father was leaving.
"Can I come?" he asked his father. Connor didn't answer, that's if he even cared to listen. "I'll take that as a yes." Artha thought. He quickly finished to clean the box and the ground, and he waited for his father to leave with Lance. An hour later, Connor finally left the house with Lance, and Artha followed. Connor was too busy with 4-years-old Lance to notice that Artha was following them.
It took about 30 minutes to get there, and once there, Artha just went by himself in down city. He knew it pretty well, because he came here often with his father and Lance, because the thing Artha couldn't get himself was a special treatment for Lance, because they discovered, 2 years ago, that he was sick with an unknown illness that dragon city had no cure for. The treatment was not permanent, but it kept Lance's health steady. Anyway, the fact was that Artha knew the place enough not to get lost. He could tell where all the alleys were, or at least in this part of down city. He also could locate most of the shops, what they sell, and things like that. And today, he decided that he would explore an alley he had seen the last time he was here. It was not really far, but Artha had a feeling it would be long, so he wasted no time and directly went there. And he was right, because the second he passed the corner, he saw at least a hundred of different ways, mostly pipes. "That's going to be a long day." Was the first thought to cross his mind.
5 hours later…
Artha slowly got out of another pipe, dust all over him. "Okay, Pipe #54 is a dead end." He said. He took out a piece of paper and unfolded it. On it was drawn a lot of things, mostly what looks like other pipes, 53 to be exact. Artha took out a pencil and began to draw a 54th one. As you may have found, Artha was making a map of the entire place, so he could travel better. He had brought a pencil and paper in a shop, and he had about half of the pipes of drawn on it. "One down, next to the other." Said Artha before he entered a 55th pipe. It took him about 15 minutes to explore it all, and he was about to get out of it when he heard footsteps. So instead of getting out of it, he went backward, too far to be seen but not enough not to hear. First, he saw a boy, white hair, what seemed to be a fearful-yet-courageous expression on the face. He saw the boy move back, and 2 other boys came into view. The 2 had rocks in their hands. The first one had blonde hair, while the second had brown ones. Artha couldn't see their eyes, but he could tell that they weren't going to be nice to the white-haired one.
"Get away!" yelled the white-haired one. His eyes showed determination, but unfortunately, his shaking body was showing something else.
"Why would we? Your father fired our fathers!" yelled the brown-haired one. He took a rock and threw it at the white-haired boy. It hit him on the forehead, and a little red mark appeared. Artha gritted his teeth.
"It won't stay that way." Thought Artha as he walked further into the pipe.
"But it's not my fault!" yelled the wounded boy. The blonde threw another rock, which barely missed its target.
"That's not true! It is your father! It is your fault!" yelled the blonde one. He was about to throw another rock when he got hit on the head. He dropped his rocks and put his hands to his head, screaming. The brown boy was startled.
"Huh? What happened?" he asked before he, too, was hit by a rock. And like his friend, he dropped his rock and put his hands where he got hit. He heard his friend scream again, and he was about to ask him why when he got hit again too. It continued for some minutes, under the surprised face of the white-haired boy, before the other boys ran away. He heard some noises, and when he looked at a pipe, which was higher in the air than ground level (about 8 meters higher), he saw the head of another boy come out. Artha looked out of the pipe to be sure that the 2 bullies had left when he saw that the boy with white hair was there, looking at him with surprise. Artha smiled at him.
"Wait where you are, I'm coming!" Artha yelled before he went in the pipe again. The boy heard some noises here and there before he saw Artha come out of the pipe he was going to exit when he and the 2 other boys came. Artha came out of the pipe, shook some dust off his clothes then moved forward the other boy. "My name is Artha. Nice to meet you." Artha said politely. The boy he was facing seemed to think before he answered Artha.
"I'm Moordryd." Said Moordryd, shaking hand with Artha. After some seconds, he decided to ask what he wanted to know. "Was it you who scared those 2 when they attacked me?" he asked.
"Yes, it was I. I just took the rocks I could find in those pipes and just threw them. I was high, so I was more accurate, and they couldn't see me." He explained. Moordryd looked doubtful.
"More accurate?" he said. "I thought you'd be less accurate in a thigh pipe." He said. Artha took something out of one of his pocket and showed it to Moordryd. It was a Y shaped stick with an elastic at each end of the Y.
"I found a slingshot in those pipes. That is really weird, but I it is easier to aim with that, and when you hit the target, as you must have seen, it is more painful." Explained Artha. Moordryd looked at the slingshot some seconds before a smile appeared on his face.
"That's so awesome!" he exclaimed. "I want one too!" he said. Artha seemed to think about it before he handed it to Moordryd.
"Then take it. If my father see that, he sure is going to be mad, and he'll break it, that's for sure." Said Artha. Moordryd thought about it too.
"Now that I think about it, my father will act the same way, that is, if he even notice." Said Moordryd with a sad tone. Artha thought about it.
"Then, I'll hide it in these pipes." He said.
"Good idea." Answered Moordryd. "But it'll be hard to find it back." He said. A grin appeared on Artha's face. He took out the to-be-complete map of the place and showed it to Moordryd.
"I've been working on that for the past…" he started before he looked back at his watch. "5 hours so…" he stopped when he finally understood what he had just said. He quickly took the map then went running in a pipe. Moordryd was stunned, but he waited for Artha to come back. He waited for 5 minutes. "Moordryd! I'm up here!" yelled Artha from one of the highest pipes. Moordryd looked up to see Artha on a pipe.
"Why did you do that?" Moordryd asked.
"My father is going to be mad at me again! I need to go back home!" he yelled.
"What about me?" asked Moordryd. Artha thought about it a second.
"Lets meet here tomorrow! I must really go! I'll be here at 5 o'clock! Goodbye Moordryd!" yelled Artha.
"Good bye Artha!" yelled Moordryd as he waved his hand at Artha. Artha waved his hand too before he disappeared of view. Moordryd turned around and went back where he lived, Paynn Citadel. Artha ran the fastest he could and he reached the stables in a record time of an hour (Lets keep in mind he is 10 years old and using a way he just discovered and hard to run on). He entered the house and was met, in the dinning room, by his father, anger radiating from his being. Artha froze.
End of chapter
I know it isn't great, but I guess I could have done worse so I'll be happy with that. Thanks to strawberymufin and San child of the wolves for the reviews. I'm not sure if someone thought I'd be going straight to the life of a 16-or-older years old Artha but I just wanted to make a story with details about a big part of his life, not only when he is older. And if someone wants to know, I plan on introducing Kitt and Wildfyre in the next chapter. That's all, I think. Goodbye.
