A Dragon's Venture

[Erinul Dragonis, Ookamiotoko]

As a way for me to help out with making the forums more lively, I've decided to write a little story. I've gotten kind of bored, what with the homework everyday keeping me from playing World of Warcraft and the like, so I thought 'Meh, why not make a story in my spare time during the weekdays?' Needless to say, that this is that said story. Now, just to let you know, I will try to make each chapter short for those that take a long time to read, yet long enough for those interested in a good read. No, I'm not making fun of anyone's reading abilities, just trying something new is all, considering all my other stories (not posted on this forum, or anywhere for that matter) are insanely long per chapter.

Oops, I've rambled on long enough! Enjoy the first and second chapters!

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Chapter I: Discovery

What happens when dragons, still in their slumber from times long past, awaken in the present? Will they rampage upon the world, thereby destroy it? Will they watch from a distance and leave the humans to their own design? Or will they help those that are in need of help? One dragon will soon figure out his role in the world that we know of today.

"Oy! I found something!" a voice called out from nowhere.

Mazido's eyes were still closed, trying to go back to sleep.

"What is it?" another voice asked quizzically.

Another voice popped in, "I don't know. What do you think it is?"

The first voice spoke out, "I think it's a dragon."

"What? Are you kidding me? Those things don't exist!" The second voice protested.

The first voice came back in, "Then how do you explain this?"

Mazido continued to keep his eyes closed, his mind wondering 'why won't whoever is talking leave me alone to sleep?'

"What should we do? Should we see if it's still alive?" The third voice asked.

The first voice came in again, "Let's see..."

Suddenly, Mazido felt something poke his nose. 'What do those voices want?' He thought.

"Is it dead?" The third voice questioned.

The first one said, "No, I think it's asleep."

The second voice came back in, this time in a very nervous tone, "Then l-let's get out of h-here. I don't want to know what happens when it wakes up!"

The third voice said, "Yeah, I agree. Let's go, Frank."

The first voice, who Mazido assumed was 'Frank', called out, "Then go, you chickens. I'm gonna stick around and see what happens."

The second voice spoke, "Well, don't b-blame me if you get barbequed!" With those words, two sets of footsteps echoed away from Mazido.

The voice that the two others had said was 'Frank' sighed and said, "Those two...I swear, they have no backbone what-so-ever."

Mazido then felt the poking again on his nose, and thought, 'Okay, that's it.'

Mazido opened his eyes, and heard a small yell. In front of Mazido, standing at about five feet and ten inches tall was a boy no older than sixteen.

His glasses reflected what little light was shining in the cave. He was holding a small branch, from what presumably came from a tree outside of Mazido's cave, in his left hand.

Mazido lifted his head, then his body, and stretched. The boy continued to stand in shock as Mazido complained, "Aah...I was having a nice dream too."

He looked down at the boy, whose legs probably forgot how to walk or run, and said, "You know, you shouldn't poke others in the face with a twig like that."

The boy continued to lack the functionality of his brain as he watched the dragon arch its back, like that of a cat’s back, as it stretched its muscles.

“Jeez, what a few thousand years can do your muscles.” Mazido joked to himself. The boy still stood like a statue, silent and tense.

Mazido looked at the boy again and said, “What? Is there something on my face?”

The boy slowly, lifted his unsteady right hand and pointed at Mazido. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words could form. Instead, the boy’s eyes began to play a game of slots, and a few seconds later, he fell to the floor in a heap, unconscious.

“Oh boy,” Mazido said, scratching the back of his head with his claw.

[Erinul Dragonis, Ookamiotoko]

Chapter II: Realization

“Ugh….Ow, my head,” Frank moaned as he regained consciousness.

“So, you’re awake now, huh?” A voice came from behind him.

“Yes, I-“ Frank began before he turned around. He froze on the spot as he stared into the big, red eyes of the dragon.

“AH!” Frank screamed in terror, the shock sending cold blasts of fear into his body.

“Now, just hold on a minute here. Why are you screaming?” The dragon questioned.

“Y…Y…Y-you…are..” Frank began.

“Hmm?” The dragon replied.

“Y-you’re a-a-a d-dragon!” Frank exclaimed.

“So? What does that have to do with anything?” The dragon questioned again.

For the first time since entering the cave, Frank felt a sort of shock, but the kind that instills fear into your very soul…more like a kind that shows surprise, or amazement at something that does not know the present situation. Or in this case, the dragon not knowing where he was.

“Um…well….” Frank began, before mustering up his courage.

Frank cleared his throat, “Well, we humans don’t get to see things that we consider….mythological.”

The dragon looked at Frank with a strange gaze and said, “What are you talking about? You humans see us almost everyday! Some dragons burn crops, others eat what you humans call ‘livestock’, and we kidnap random women you humans call ‘princesses’, and await some male of your species to come and try to slay us and rescue them!”

The dragon fell silent for a second before mumbling, “…You and your ‘damsels in distress’…”

Frank stared back at the dragon and said, “Are you feeling alright?”

The dragon paused for a brief moment, “Excuse me?”

Frank coughed and said, “This isn’t the Middle Ages anymore.”

The dragon stared at Frank, “The….Middle Ages?”

Frank nodded, “Yes. It’s a period in our time when things like that existed. Now, we don’t have any living princesses, or knights, or even see flying creatures that can lay waste to an entire army!”

Frank paused for a second, “Well, they still have queens and princesses in England.”

The dragon glared at Frank, ignoring his small comment about England, and asked, “Why is that?”

Frank said calmly, “This is the Twenty-First Century. We are an age of technology now.”

The dragon, from Frank’s view, looked like it was just smacked in the face really hard. It just stood there for a minute, the ringing of silence once again filling the room. The dragon broke it by asking, “What do you mean by the Twenty-First Century? I remember coming in here after I had just stopped a foolish human knight from stealing from my treasure hoard and placing my head on a pike!”

Frank sighed, “Well, what could have been riches beyond anyone’s wildest dreams, could now be almost as good as pocket change.”

The dragon sat down after pacing back and forth, pondering the situation, “So let me get this straight. I’m not in the time period I used to be in, but a period in which time had advance several centuries, correct?”

Frank nodded.

“And is it also true that I am no longer a realistic creature, but regularly known as a ‘mythological’ being?” The dragon continued.

Frank nodded again.

The dragon pondered for a minute, collecting its thoughts so that it could grasp the situation correctly instead of spouting anything that came to his mind. The dragon opened its eyes and said, “What is your name, human?”

“Frank,” he said.

The dragon replied with his own, “My name is hard to pronounce in your tongue, but you can call me Mazido.”

Frank nodded to acknowledge Mazido’s words.

Mazido sighed, rubbing his claw against his jaw as if to rub away an annoying thought from it, and said, “If what you say is true, show me proof that this is really the time period you claim it is.”

Frank said, “Very well,” and pulled out a small black rectangle. Mazido lowered his head and squinted at the rectangle for a few seconds before saying, “How does this prove anything?”

Frank smiled and said, “Watch.” Frank moved his right index finger on the left of the rectangle, and in the middle of the rectangle, a flash of light appeared, followed by the letters P, S, and another P. Mazido jerked his head back as the rectangle flashed, and said, “What sorcery is this?”

Frank sighed, turned off the black rectangle, and said, “It’s not sorcery, its technology. The thing I just showed you is an example of that technology. It’s called the PSP, or Playstation Portable.”

Mazido closed his eyes again to ponder, before opening them up and said, “I want more proof. This black box of yours proves nothing.” Frank sighed and said, “Very well, follow me.”

Frank got to his feet and started to walk towards the exit of the cave before he turned around and said, “Um…which way is it to the entrance?”

Mazido, for the first time, laughed at this. “Ah, you short-lives. Always good for a laugh.”

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And there you have it. Chapters 1 and 2 for your reading pleasure! Oh, by the way, just to let you know. Mazido is not anthro-sized, like humans and the like. I'm talking about a regular fire-breathing dragon, like pictured in various medival books and TV shows and movies. Hope I didn't confuse anyone about that. If I did, though, then I appoligize. =S

Well, I'm off to write more of this story on Microsoft Word. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy reading this. I put hours a day just to write a chapter. Trust me, writing seems easy, but in truth, it's hard. I would explain how hard it is, but I can't think of a good example at the moment. Oh well. Until next chapter!

[Erinul Dragonis, Ookamiotoko]

Yay! I stopped being lazy and decided to update this!.......after three days....um....yeah. XD

Chapter III: Emergence

As Frank and Mazido walked through the cave, their footsteps echoing off the walls, Frank said, “But when you do see the world as it is now, you’ll be amazed. I can’t really put it into words, so I can only show you what I mean.”

Mazido made a rhetorical snort with his nose, a small plume of smoke billowing out of his nostrils. Frank coughed and waved his hand in front of him, “But try not to choke me before we get out, please. I want to live long enough to see daylight.”

The dragon turned to Frank with a ‘so what?’ kind of stare. Frank cleared his throat. “But you know I jest!” He alleged.

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What can this puny short-life prove to me? Just because he has a fancy black rectangle…thing, doesn’t mean that I’m in the future. For all I know, he could be a wizard. Or even a jester! Mazido kept mulling over his thoughts as he and Frank continued to walk towards the entrance. But what if what he says is true? What should I do then? Should I devour him, like we dragon’s have done in ages past?

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A large whack to the head brought Mazido back to reality, as Frank had tossed a small rock at his head, leaving a small welt on his forehead.

“Hey, get your head out of those pink fluffy thought bubbles. We’re here.” Frank said as he pretended to pick up another rock.

“Throw another rock at me, and I might just use you for charcoal,” Mazido retorted.

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As soon as they stepped outside, a jetliner had just made its way over the small, rocky crevice that was Mazido’s cave. Mazido looked up and saw the metallic, flying machine, and said, “See? We’re still in the Middle Ages!” Frank sighed and said, “If it’s a dragon, then why do the words ‘Northwest Airlines’ appear on the sides? And why would a dragon have more than two colors. Last time I checked, dragons had only one color for their scales.”

Once Frank mentioned the word, he turned around and got a good look at Mazido’s scales. They were colored green, with a darker tint closer to his underbelly, the sun reflecting off of them slightly, giving Mazido a statue-like appearance.

Mazido opened his jaw to speak, but slowly closed it, clearly at a loss for words. No witty comeback. No snappy remark. Nothing.

“So then…..my friends…..my family…..what happened to them?” Mazido managed to squeeze from his shocked and thought-wracked brain.

Frank shrugged, “Beats me. We found you alone.”

Mazido raised an eyebrow, “…‘We’?”

“Yes, my two friends and I had just stumbled upon your cave. We decided to have ourselves a little expedition,” Frank acknowledged.

“I see.” Mazido said.

“We didn’t mean to trespass in your cave. We just wanted to know what was inside of it is all.” Frank reassured him.

Mazido stayed silent. The sound of birds chirping and of leaves falling filled the air.

“The world may have changed, but nature has not.” Mazido commented. Frank nodded in agreement.

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Anywho, there's chapter 3 for ya! Enjoy! =D

[Erinul Dragonis, Ookamiotoko]

Chapter IV: Return

“Where are you going?” Mazido asked, noticing that Frank was walking away. Frank stopped in mid-step and turned around.

“I’m going home, to where I live,” Frank said. He turned around again and continued walking towards home. Mazido opened his mouth to speak, but again, no words came to him. So he closed his jaw and watched as Frank was soon engulfed by the trees of the forest. “I really am alone,” he said solemnly.

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“Mom, I’m home!” Frank called out, shutting the sliding glass door behind him. His mother’s torso could be seen through the opening between the cabinets as she called out, “So, how was your exploration, honey?”

Frank sat down in one of the chairs at the dining table. I better not tell mother of what I found. She’d go berserk, He thought and said tiredly, “Oh nothing much, just trees and stuff.”

Frank’s mom ducked so that her face peered through the gap in the cabinets. Her face was distinctively young for her age of 36, her eyes always seeming to have that ‘sparkle’ in them. She looked around, “Huh? Where did Todd and Jason go? Weren’t they with you?”

Frank shook his head, “They were, but they decided to run home when we got near the edge of the forest.” Frank’s mom sighed.

“Those two are always running away from something,” She said as she turned back to making dinner. Frank then remembered something from the back of his mind and asked, “Hey mom, what’s for dinner tonight?”

She didn’t lean over again, but continued to stir whatever was in the large, metal bowl she was holding with a wooden sthingy. She said, “Meatloaf, honey.” Frank smiled.

Suddenly, a knock was heard on the backyard door. “Frank, can you get that please? I’m a little busy making dinner!” Frank said, “All right.” Before he left, he heard her say, “And try not to make a noise. Your little sister is upstairs, asleep.” Frank said, “Fine. I’ll try not to break anything again.”


Frank walked out of the kitchen, and emerged into his family room. It seemed ordinary, with a small 26” plasma screen TV mounted on top of a TV cabinet. A soft, leather sofa, facing the TV, was placed up against the wall adjacent to it. A Playstation 2 was inside one of the cabinet draws, powered off. Two small mats with arrows on them were laid out on the floor, with the words “Dance Dance Revolution” labeled on them. Several lamps, both standing and table, were spotted around the room, all of them turned off except for two due to the sun setting outside one of the windows. A coffee table was in the middle of the room, its glass surface giving off marvelous rainbows in various parts of the room with what little sunlight beamed on it.

Frank rounded a corner and walked down a small hallway, and entered the foyer. Nothing really set this place apart from any entrance, with an oak staircase leading up to the second floor. A small armoire was place next to the door, away from its hinges. A small table lamp was sitting on top of it; a mirror placed on the wall behind it. The doorbell ringed again, and Frank yelled, “Alright, alright. I’m coming.”

[Erinul Dragonis, Ookamiotoko]

lol, wut? An update at last? Owhmahgawds! No wai!

Yes, it's true. I've stopped being lazy about posting my story on the ADJLFF and I'm going to spare everyone from making an account there just to read my story.

Blah.

Chapter V: ‘Adoption’

Frank opened the door and peered outside. No one was standing on the porch; no one hiding in the bushes as far as Frank could tell. “Hmm…” Frank hummed to himself as he scratched his head. Who could’ve pressed the doorbell? He wondered. A slight tapping on his head by something sharp brought him from his thoughts. He looked around, trying to find who or what had poked him. The tapping happened again, and this time he looked up. When he did, he saw-

“Mazido!” Frank hollered in shock. Mazido put a finger to his lips and said, “Be quiet, or I’ll make you into charcoal.” Frank immediately clapped a hand to his mouth, but was a bit too late. Frank’s mother had come from the kitchen to see what was wrong. “Is everything alright, Frank?” She asked. Frank removed his hand from his mouth and said, “Uh...yeah, everything’s fine. Just remembered that I had to do something for homework, that’s all.” Frank’s mother put her hands to her hips and stared at him for a second before turning around and walking back into the kitchen. When she rounded the corner, Frank exhaled. He didn’t remember holding his breath, but he gasped for air as he did.

Mazido peeked back from over the roof and said, “Who was that?”

Frank almost shouted at this point, “That was my mother, green lips! Jeez, don’t scare me like that!”

Mazido sighed and said, “By the way, I discovered some strange markings near the entrance to my cave. I don’t remember seeing them when I went inside before my…slumber. Maybe they might be a clue of some kind.”

Frank closed his eyes, “Maybe, but we’ll have to wait until tomorrow. I have to go to school.”

Mazido opened his mouth, but Frank said, “If you’re wondering what school is, it’s basically a place where we humans learn all sorts of things. You probably wouldn’t understand them.”

“Oh really?” A voice beside him said.

Frank practically jumped out of his socks as he saw a boy standing next to him. Frank looked up to see that Mazido had disappeared. He looked back at the boy, who said, “Just because I’m a dragon doesn’t mean I can’t mold myself to look like one of you short-lives.”

Frank got a good look at Mazido’s human form too: A dark-green hair color, followed by regular facial features of a 16 year old boy. Yet the boy’s eyes were unnaturally green. So green it was as if the boy had eaten too many green apples or something. Frank kept looking at the boy until-

“Oh, god.” Frank said as he quickly brought his hands up to cover his eyes.

“What?” Mazido said.

Frank, keeping his right hand over his eyes, pointed downward, “Um…your...”

Mazido looked down and mockingly said, “So? I never had a point in my life when I needed to go into a human form. I’m always in my dragon form. I didn’t think that you would have a problem with it.”

Frank sighed, “It’s…ugh. Look, just go hide in a bush until I come back with some clothes for you.” Frank said as he rushed back inside. Mazido lazily walked to a bush and stood, the bush only reaching halfway up his chest. He waited there for about three minutes before Frank emerged from the house again, with a shirt, a pair of pants, a pair of underwear, some socks, and a pair of shoes.

“Make sure that you don’t burn them, please. I’m lending you these until you can get your own.” Frank said as he handed them to Mazido.

Mazido took the clothes and said, “And I just…do what, again?”

Frank said, his back facing Mazido, “Just put them on. And don’t you even dare ask me for help, cause I won’t do it.”

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After Mazido had gotten completely and correctly clothed (after numerous tries), he emerged from the bush, “Man, I swear you humans wear the weirdest things on your bodies. I still can’t begin to say how uncomfortable this is.”

Frank smiled as he saw the clothes on Mazido. His shirt matched his dragon’s skin, emerald green, and his pants were colored black. His shoes were colored grey, with a style that matched his clothes. Mazido’s appearance looked like one of those kids that said ‘I can tackle today’…or something to that extent.

Frank sighed, “Well, as least your decent enough to go out into the world. Just, try not to make a scene by blowing fire or something. Humans, like me, can’t do that.”

Mazido frowned for a second before smiling, “Very well. But if someone makes me mad, I might let a flame out or two from the corner of my mouth.”

Frank, before turning around and opening the door, said, “But wait, where are you going to live?” Mazido pointed to Frank’s house, which made him a little nervous.

“I really don’t think my mother would take very kindly to dragons, in my opinion. Plus, what are you going to say to her?”

“Well…” Mazido replied.

Mazido made a sweeping gesture with his right hand, and watched as Frank, sighing, opened the door. The two both entered the house, with Frank guiding Mazido to the kitchen, where his mother was.

“At least let me give you a human name. Then no one would make fun of you for it.”

“Ah, you short-lives, always making fun of one another.”

Frank placed his hand to his chin, a habit of his when he was thinking, and after a minute, said, “Okay, from now on, you’re to be known as Mark.”

Mazido frowned, a small plume of smoke emanating from his nose, “Mark? That’s the best you can come up with?”

Frank shrugged and said, “Hey, I can’t think on an empty stomach! Sue me.” Mazido thought in his head, I bet.

Mazido then looked at Frank, “What do you mean by ‘sue me’?”

Frank shook his head, “Ugh…never mind.”

Mazido thought for a second, “Now, come here and help me with making up a story to tell your…what-cha-ma-call-it.”

Frank couldn’t help but make a slight chuckle. “Mother,” he corrected. “Fine, I’ll help you,” Frank replied.

Frank steered Mazido into the family room and said, “Okay, here’s what you’ll say...”

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As soon as the two reached the kitchen, they saw that she was moving here and there, placing things on the counter or stove, watching things cook or keeping track of the time.
“Mom?” Frank called out. His mother, who was bent over the stove to place something in it, turned to them and replied, “Yes, dear?”

Mazido walked up to Frank’s mother and spoke into her eyes, “My name is Mark. You recently adopted me and I have been here for almost a week. You have lost the papers for my adoption somewhere in this house, and you have no inclination to search for them. Me and Frank are best of friends, and live upstairs in his room. You have enough dinner for everyone in this household, and are happy with another person in the family.”

As he spoke, Frank’s mother’s eyes looked into Mazido’s eyes, hopelessly mesmerized in the fluent and almost charming voice. After he finished, she closed her eyes for a second before a smile and open eyes greeted them, “Good evening, Mark.” Mazido smiled weakly, and said, “Hello.”

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Yes, I know. Weird, huh? Well, it's mah story, and that's how it happened. Don't like it? *pulls out a cookie* Here, have a cookie.

Anyway, I'll post Chapter 6 either later today, or sometime this week, even though it's very much done, and I'm up to chapter 13.

lol, wut?

XD

[Erinul Dragonis, Ookamiotoko]

Yay! Chapter 6 is here!




Well, actually, it's not. I've had this chapter done for a LONG time, yet have been....lacking in the posting department.

At any rate, I shall now post Chapter 6 for your enjoyment.

Chapter VI: New Life

After dinner, Frank and Mazido (or Mark as dubbed by Frank), made their way upstairs with Frank’s guidance. Before they could reach the top of the steps, Frank’s little sister, Sophie, appeared. “Hey, big brother. What’cha doing?”

“Oh…uh, hi Soph. I see you’re awake.” Frank replied, scratching his head. Sophie was only 7 years old, an innocent and carefree spirit that could believe almost anything. Of course, she has an imaginary friend, and tends to torture Frank and his mother by poking them on the forehead when they’re asleep. Their father had died in an accident two years after Sophie’s birth, and they only kept telling Soph that same lie again and again: “Your father has gone away, Soph. Don’t worry, he’ll come back…someday.” It was a lie. A wrong lie. And yet, it was only a matter of time until Sophie discovered the truth.

Sophie looked behind Frank and looked at Mazido. “And who are you, mister?” She asked in her innocent voice. Mazido opened his mouth to say something, but Frank cut him off and said, “This is your big brother’s friend, Mark.” Frank crouched down and said, “Listen, Sophie. Me and Mark are going into my room for a talk. It would be best if you could leave us be for tonight?”

“I don’t know what you mean, big brother, but okay.” She said, and she happily walked back into her room.

“That child is one of the weirdest I have ever seen,” Mazido said quietly. Frank shrugged, sighed, and said, “Hey, her adorable factor makes up for that.”

Mazido gave Frank a blank stare, “That makes no sense to me whatsoever.”

Frank sighed again and led Mazido into his room.

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“So, this is a human version of a cave?” Mazido said as he stepped into Frank’s room. A small laptop was sitting on a small table in a corner of Frank’s room, recharging its battery via A/V cable. A TV was sitting in the middle of Frank’s room, backed up against the wall. A bunk bed was adjacent to the TV, with a bed below and above. A small ladder was propped up against the left side of the bed. A desktop computer was sitting next to the bunk bed, also backed against the wall. Four speakers were mounted in the corners of Frank’s room. Two small bean bag chairs were placed in another corner of the room, with a bookshelf full of books, comics, and various school textbooks, as well as a lamp for late-night reading…or cramming, if you became lazy in your studies.

Frank smiled, “Yep, this is my ‘cave’, as you dragons call it. To us humans, it is our ‘room’.” Mazido proceeded to walk around a poke the various things in Frank’s room.

“Please, try not to damage anything!” Frank also cautioned Mazido. Mazido only replied with a nod as he poked the laptop with his index finger.

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“Anyway, now that you’re done poking my various room décor to death, shall we begin our conversation?” Frank said, motioning to the bean bag chairs. Mazido felt hesitant at first, but then sat down into the chair, which felt like it was molding to his own body.

Frank sat down in the other chair and said, “Now, what were you saying about those strange markings near the entrance to your cave?” Mazido took only seconds of thought before saying, “Ah yes, those markings.”

By the time Mazido had finished explaining the markings to Frank, who had been sitting with one leg over the other, his brain processing the information for some kind of unknown answer, it had become dark outside. The lamp that was next to Frank was turned on to provide some light in the room. “Hmm…” Frank hummed as he thought. He sat for a minute in silence before saying, “Well, I don’t know about you, but maybe it wasn’t me and my friends that woke you up. Maybe those markings are there for some reason that is unknown to us at this point and time.”

Mazido roostered an eyebrow at Frank, “What do you mean?” Frank waited for a few seconds, “If it only took a human’s voice to awaken dragons, the god lord knows that the endless violence in the world would’ve surely awoken up any other dragons from their slumber. Yet here you are, in my room, attesting to that very notion.” Mazido took in the words like water, listening intently to Frank. “As far as I know, I think something else woke you up.”

“Oh? Like what, pray tell, did?”

Frank shook his head, “That, I’m afraid, is something I can’t answer.” He looked at his watch. “Well, I best go to sleep, or else mother would kill us both for staying up so late.” Mazido replied, “Um….come again?” Frank sighed, “Jeez, and I thought….*sigh*, nevermind. Now that you have told my mother that you were ‘adopted’, you would have to follow what she asks of you to do. Brush your teeth, bathe, and go to school, etcetera.” Mazido followed suit with his own sigh, “Very well, though this goes against my better judgment.” Frank laughed and said, “Well, if you hadn’t shown up here at my house, you wouldn’t have to do this, now would you?”

As Frank opened his bedroom door, he heard a scurry of feet. A sudden chill ran down his body as he said, “Oh no,” and rushed to where the feet had gone into. He heard a door slam, and a few seconds later, found himself standing outside of his little sister’s room.

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Tada. There it is. I will think about posting Chapter 7 up here, but for now, this'll just have to do.

[Erinul Dragonis, Ookamiotoko]

Hey, I'm here again. I have been on WoW so much lately, I almost forgot about my promise to upload my story chapters here. Hah, imagine that.

Well, here's Chapter 7!

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Chapter VII: Secret

Frank raised his hand to knock on the door, but paused when he heard his sister’s voice.

“Oh, Dolly! I just heard the most wonderful thing! My big brother, Frank, is friends with a dragon!” Her voice said, muffled through the door.

She continued, apparently talking to her favorite doll, Dolly, “And the best part is that he’s in my brother’s room! I can’t wait to tell mommy, and daddy, when he comes back!”

“Hmm, this could be trouble.” A voice said behind Frank. Frank spun around and saw Mazido, his facial expression showing unhappiness and unease.

“Jeez, Mazido! Don’t sneak up on me like that!” He said with a hushed voice. Mazido shook his head and said, “This is bad all the same. If your little sister tells anyone who I really am, then I might be targeted by your knights of this century.”

“We don’t have knights anymore. We have an army. But that aside, I better do something about this.” Frank replied quietly.

Frank knocked on the door, “Sophie, can I come in?”

Sophie’s voice replied with, “Rawr!”

A few seconds later, her little feet pitter-pattered on the floor, followed by her door opening, and her leaping forward at Frank. “AH!” He cried in shock. With that, Frank and his little ‘dragon’ fell to the floor.

When Frank’s vision stopped being so blurry from head-meeting-floor, he saw his sister on top of him, smiling and laughing like she usually did when she was having fun. “Oh, big brother! I can’t believe you got startled by that!”

Frank smiled slightly and said, “Sophie, I know you were eavesdropping on us while my friend and I were talking.” Sophie rolled her eyes slightly as she listened.

Frank continued, “It would please your big brother very much if you kept this a secret.”

Sophie fell silent for a second before she smiled and said, “Okee! I’ll keep it a secret!”

Frank sighed and said, “Thank you, Soph.”

Sophie got back to her feet and, crazy eight year old as she is, made her way back to her room in the silliest way possible for her. Frank rose from the floor and sighed again.

“That girl is one odd creature,” Mazido said, still utterly confused.


Frank smiled and said, “Well, as long as she keeps her promise, and I have good faith in her, we’ll be safe knowing that no one knows of your identity.”

As he finished that sentence, a grandfather clock rang out from downstairs. It rang ten times, signaling for 10 o’clock. “We should go and get some shut eye,” Frank said. Mazido shrugged and said, “You humans and your bedtimes…” Frank walked past Mazido and towards his room. “I will never understand you short-lives.” Mazido sighed as he followed Frank.

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Yes, I know, it's very short. But I liked it when I finished all the little details in it and stuffs. :3