Chapter 5- fear- Kratos.

"Where are you taking me?" Owen kept asking. We blindfolded him as we took him to the rooftop. Once there we took off his blindfold and showed him the view, he was amazed by it… until he looked down. Instantly he rushed to the door and curled up shaking.

"Owen? What's wrong?" Creed questioned.

"Too high… it's too high," he whispered back. Owen was scared… no… terrified! Who ever heard of a dragon terrified of heights?

"Owen you're ok, you just need to open your wings and fly, you're ok" I told him. He shook his head no to me, he refused to open his wings. He's always been like that though, I saw him when father tried to teach the girls how to fly when they were younger. He had no interest in trying to fly.

My brothers and I huddled up. "So… what now? He won't go flying with us!" asked Beowulf.

"Not to mention how scared of heights he is, maybe we should do something… normal?" asked Creed.

"And what's normal?" I questioned.

"Ice cream, bowling, a zoo visit maybe…"

"We're not allowed at the zoo, remember what happened last time. Dad doesn't want us going back on an empty stomach," I explained.

"How about pizza and bowling?" said Creed. "We can teach him his human form, the girls can't be around for that!"

"Good idea!" We broke the huddle and told Owen the change of plan. We got him back downstairs and taught him to go from dragon to human. He caught on quickly. He was rather happy to be in his human state. I gave him some of my clothing as he just fit into Creed's second set of shoes he had off hand.

Owen looked like Creed, but his hair was just a little longer. He had dirty blond type hair yet had mom's smile and dad's nose. But his eyes weren't like either one of them. "How do I look?" he asked.

"Good, let's introduce you to pizza!" I announced.

We knew our way around every city. This was no acceptation. The sights fascinated Owen. Somehow… he recognized some! He began to name off buildings, streets as if he had been there before. We happened to be in Calgary, a place in Canada. Owen knew it like the back of his hand.

We made our first stop for pizza, each of us ordering an extra large to ourselves, dragon appetites and all. Owen savored his meal as he nodded his head. "I think I had this before"

"Owen the first thing you ate that was solid was Matt Hardy's belt and buckle" smirked Creed. "I had to get the belt buckle out of your mouth"

It brought a laugh to us all but Owen was serious. "I think I have been here before… but I don't know for certain… It's odd… don't you think?"

"Well dad get like that at the other realms, he's the reincarnation of the dragon king," I explained, I was about to bite into my pizza slice when it hit me. "Could… could that be what you are Owen?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "I don't like to think about that now. Let's just enjoy our meal" he explained and began to eat once more.

When the pizza boxes were empty and everyone there stared at us bewildered to our sensational stomach capacity, we went to look for a place to bowl or do something different. We never did get use to the mortal way of entertainment. We found more amusement in tackling one another to the ground and wrestling about. We found a bowling arena, it was loud and noisy yet I liked it! My brothers did too; Owen was quick to get into the action as he grabbed the shoes needed and the large ball. He knew this game well… how… I still try and figure that out. But he enjoyed himself and was happy. That's what is important to me, my little brother is happy.

We played pool for the first time… although I accidentally crushed quite a few of the balls in hand and ripped up the pool table. The owner was not thrilled with me and ordered for me to pay. I pulled out six gold coins from my pocket and questioned if it was enough. He stared at them blankly, as if he had never seen the things before. Well, he wasn't angry with me anymore and let us leave without problem or incident. However someone took notice of our wealth and followed us outside.

We had just gotten onto the streets when I felt someone hit me from behind; I tumbled forward yet kept my balance. Large, brute looking men surrounded my brothers and I. "That's some nice pocket change you got there kids" one announced.

Pocket change? "We don't want trouble…" Owen began to say, but he was shoved hard in the chest, much to the moral men's surprise he didn't flinch. Owen stood strong and refused to be pushed around.

"Oh, tough guy huh?" one smirked as he pulled out a mini sword… he calls that a sword? He cut at Owen's shirt, ripping it to tatters yet his skin refused to cut. I have no doubt that's what this man intended on doing to him.

"I had enough of this" I growled. Grabbing hold of the man with the mini sword, I threw him over twenty feet without hesitation or a problem. It stunned his friends, shocked to my strength and power. "You are in over your heads, get the hell away from us or we will defend ourselves!"

My eyes glowed, I could feel the dragon part of me come forth, and my teeth turned to fangs as my tongue lashed out past my lips. It was all that was needed to scare off the mortal men. Owen… stared at his tattered shirt but then his skin.

"You ok?" Creed asked.

"I should have bled" he whispered. "But… I didn't"

"You're a dragon, we don't bleed so easily, even in this form" I explained.

Owen wasn't certain, he seemed more confused now than ever. "I want to go home please," he whispered.

None of us argued, we took Owen home. I think I need to talk to dad about him… something doesn't seem right…