Arthur woke up, instantly sitting up. His body seemed overly warm, a thin sheen of sweat reflecting the moonlight pouring through the open window.
'I met one back then?!' The Briton thought to himself, his dark green eyes wide.
" It... looked like Alfred..." Arthur mumbled, getting up and quickly getting dressed. Memories flashed through his mind. The dragon talking to him as a child, filling the longing the Brit had for a friend.
It was Alfred... the whole time... That's how he had known his name... and his adventuring days... then why was it... that Arthur couldn't remember anything past going into an old tomb?
*Flashback*
Arthur took a deep breath, looking up at the large, stone gate way in front of him. The Brit had heard that there was some old treasure in the tomb, left from an old king that had died years ago. He felt a sudden gust of wind, then Alfred was standing beside him, in his all-too-familiar human form. " Arthur..." He sounded uneasy, his voice shaking slightly. " Don't do it... please... there's something bad in there... I just know it."
Arthur sighed, resting a hand on his friend's cheek, although he felt much stronger for the dragon. " I'll be fine... And even if I don't make it..." Arthur bit his lip slightly. " You should always remember..." He leaned forward, pressing his lips against Alfred's. " I love you."
AND THEN THEY HAD BUTTSECKS
I'm sorry.
no I'm not...
although I am sorry the last few chapters have been pretty short...
this is my way of making cliffhangers, and keeping yoooooouuuu people interested.
yup.
SHIT'S GONE DOWN
This is my major plot twist.
this right here.
now just wait.
there's much more in store for our little British shopkeeper and his Dragon love.
much...
much more~