Since you all are saying that Blare's story needs to be happier, here's a surprise for you.

Blare-How dare you type up this-(reads)-Oh! I like this memory actually. Anyway, I'd rather endure many other things then re-live my past!

Even this? (plays 'Can't Be Tamed' by Miley Cyrus and begins dancing like she did in the music video)

Blare-ACK! you just love tormenting me! (covers ears and closes his eyes)

Blare had long fallen asleep on Dr. Maci's tombstone. He didn't want to leave his mother's side. His skin was cold, but he didn't care, he laid there. Blare shifted in the frigid snow (did I mention it was snowing?) and stiffened. The night sky was cloudy and dark. Why did everything seem so morbid in his life? I don't want to live anymore…He thought for a moment. Suddenly, something bright shot across the sky, towards him. A star? He watched it fly closer and closer until it passed a few feet above his head and skidded into the ground, a good way down the hill and away from the cemetery. Blare stood up, there was something glowing. What's…going on? He went down towards where it had landed. It looked like a pearl, only the size of a large kick ball. Blare went down closer and saw light coming from it, dimly.

Suddenly, the object began to crack, like an egg. Soon, four paws shot out on its sides. The paws were the color of Blare's silverfish-grey hair. Whatever in it stood up unevenly and sort of waddled back and forth, grunting and whining. It sounded…like a dog? What kind of dog shoots from outer space? Blare wondered, confused. The thing waddled backwards and fell, rolling down the hill. "Hey!" Blare called out, but it was falling faster. Blare finally caught up with it and got it firmly in his hands. The little thing wiggled hard, growling. "Come on, you can do it. Break out! Break out in a flash!"

"…Flash…" It repeated. What kind of dog talked? Finally, it pulled its two front paws back in and the shell began cracking. Suddenly, little shards flew through the air and a small dog, it looked like a retriever puppy, was looking at him. He had bright silver eyes and grey-ish silver fur. His tail wagged furiously as he licked Blare's face. "Master!"

"What?" Blare held him away, looking at him. "You talk?"

"You talk?" The dog repeated, mimicking.

"Who…what…when…?" Blare stuttered. The dog coughed up a paper that looked like a certificate. Surprisingly, it was as dry as the desert. And it read:

Name: Flash

Species: Barkous

Age: Ten (Dog years)

Rank: Soldier

Personality: Goofy

Congratulations Blare. You have been selected to enter a special program where we, the Council of Barkous send you a gift. This is Flash and he is your very own Barkous soldier. He will do whatever you please and speak in your language. He is an affective fighter, very intelligent, and has never-ending loyalty to you that rivals his loyalty to his king. You were hand selected by Flash to become his master. He is already house trained and will provide you with a worthy battle partner and true friendship. We hope he meets your standards and if you have any questions, feel free to ask him or get him to give you our contact number.

Sincerely,

The Royal Distribution of Barkous Soldiers Bureau

Blare looked it over for about five times with Flash reading it with him. "You…hand picked me?" Blare asked, shocked.

"It's called the Binding Operation. We search the planet we are assigned and we just know when we find you because we get excited. I saw your photo and started jumping around." Flash said, licking his face. "I'm your new best friend. I serve you, Master!"

"…My guardian would never allow me to have a pet." Blare told him, sadly. He really wanted a friend. Flash shrugged.

"Don't matter! If he tries to take me, I'll bite. See?" He opened his mouth wide to show teeth that were the size of a lion's teeth. Then he licked him again. Blare smiled, Flash was the first friend he would have. And their friendship began.

Flash-I want bone!

Blare-(gives him a bone and pets him while he begins chewing on it)

Flash-Danke, Master!

Awwwww...look, Blare has his best friend with him.

Blare-Fetch, Flash! (throws stick)

Flash-Pancakes! (runs after stick and brings it back, standing on back legs and wagging tail)

Blare-(takes stick) Fetch, Flash! (throws it again)

Flash-I wanna be a helicopter! (runs after it)

Blare-I love this dog.

I think he's slightly mental. (watches him run into a wall)