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Intro The dream was too real. He yelled at her to stop. It’s like the man was speaking through water. I cannot understand what he says, I only hear my name. There’s a flash. She screams, light erupting from her chest. I do not know who killed her. I try to look, but where there should be a hand holding the light, there is nothing. My mind hides the slayer. There is another flash. There are two forms under the soft blue tiles. My chest clenches. I awake. I lie there thinking. I feel like I know who they are, but I keep trying to tell myself that my mind is just making another story. The picture of their deaths freezes my blood, and makes me break out in a sweat. My heart is pounding. I wait, staring at the cave ceiling, waiting for the dream to leave me. Calming, I smile and realize that I must not remember the part of the dream where I met the people and that in my real life they don’t even exist. I sigh, and turn my head to look at my father. In my mind there is a jolt, and a memory flashes into my mind’s eye. I am crying into his shoulder. I still can’t believe what he told me. I can’t believe that they’re dead. I turn my head, and my red eyes meet my fathers. I ask him a question. If I can come and live with him. I slowly gasp, with tears well up in my eyes as the memories of the past come flooding back. I feel guilty somehow, for trying to forget them for seven years. They were in all ways dead for seven long years, not even alive in my broken heart. Somewhere in my head I feel that any second now I’ll realize that it was all a dream. The rest of me lies there on the floor, and quietly sobs, the weight of their memories crushing me. After the stone has soaked my tears, I pull myself together. My bare chest shaking, I walk out of the cave, leaving Ramsy to his slumber. Chapter 1 I looked outside the cave. I saw the stone houses where the rest of the village lived, spreading straight into the valley. From where I stood on the hill, I could see the adult ryus walking to work, and the kids having friendly duels in the alleys between the houses, backing their opponents up to the tall stone wall that spread around the entire village. If I looked hard enough, I could see the gate at the edge of the village, my cousin Raut manning it. I closed my eyes and sniffed the sweet scent of baking bread, but unlike my friends, I still couldn’t make out the smell of the Blacksmith’s shop. I sighed, depressed at the reminder of my difference. One more reminder of who my real family was… Someone heavy crashed into me, and I tumbled down the long hill, the unseen ryu still clinging to me. I jabbed my elbow into their face, and I heard a grunt of pain. I stopped rolling at the bottom of the hill, but my attacker was on top of me, their arms wrapped around me. I threw them off and stood up to find that my attacker was my friend Raor. Our chests heaving, we both smiled at each other. Raor had been my best friend since the day I came here. I can still remember that day… I was in Ramsy’s arms, almost asleep from my sorrow. There was a flash, and when I looked, we were suddenly surrounded by a translucent red light. The outside gradually dissipated, and was replaced by a bright blue sky and fields of green. The red light faded, and I could see a large village from our place atop a hill. I felt as if I had come home... The Ryus are a very battle-oriented society, but they also emphasize companionship to each other, and to those that are weaker. I learned this my first day of training, where I met Raor. We both still have scars from that day, where we simultaneously grazed each other’s chests with the tips of our axes. I guess that’s what sealed our friendship. Now he’s almost like a brother to me, which is what made this morning like every other. We walked together down to the training grounds, where a few others from our class were practicing with their axes. Some were throwing theirs at straw filled dummies, some were beating the dummies up with two-handed axes, and others were using two axes against the targets. I myself preferred the two-handed axes, if only because I could just grab the end and go crazy swinging it. It was one of the few times I could really let loose. Raor preferred to duel-wield hand-axes. Because of his bulk, he wasn’t that light on his feet, but he was many times stronger than me, and quick with his hands. Though despite our differing styles, we were an even match against each other. Raor and I walked over to the weapons rack to get our gear but out of the corner of my eye I saw Ryala. Ryala was the beautiful daughter of the blacksmith, which immediately made her betrothed to me. Even so, I didn’t need any help feeling attracted to her. She was wearing a tight, low-cut tunic, and her mane in a ponytail down her back. Her horns curved down beside her ponytail, almost like hair themselves. As the hues of the sunrise hit her sky-blue fur, my heart was caught in my mouth. “H-hey Raor,” I stammered, “I’ll catch up later.” He chuckled, “Okay, lover-boy. Just don’t let her see you drool.” I ran up to her, waving. She waved back, holding a throwing-axe in her hand. “Hey, you want to help me do some target practice?” she said, “I need to work on my speed.” “Sure, my axe is down at the ring, me and Raor were going to get a spar in before our hike.” “Hah, I can’t believe you two are going hiking. I would go just to watch Raor huff and puff his way up a hill.” “You know, you’re welcome to come. You could easily keep up with us.” “Nah, you boys have been planning this for weeks. You two go have fun.” We found a straw dummy and Ryala threw her pack on the grass. She cracked her knuckles and before I could blink there was an axe sticking out of the dummy. I didn’t see exactly what she needed to work on. She grabbed a handful of axes out of her pack and threw them in rapid succession, each one hitting perfectly in the middle of the dummy, lining up next to each other, so finally when she had one axe left in her hand the dummy had a plank-shaped clump of axe handles jutting out of it. Ryala closed her eyes, spun around and threw her last axe on its side, and with a thud it stuck in every axe handle on the dummy. She grabbed the latest addition and yanked the whole mess out of the dummy, straw falling on her boots. She turned around to me, “So what did you think?” “I don’t see why you practice anymore.” “Yeah, I suppose I need to try moving targets.” “…not it.” I said, laughing, “Anyway, I’m going to catch up to Raor. He’ll think I’m being a coward if I don’t show up.” “Why?” she said, cocking her head. “Hah, you know I always lose with no weapons.” She grimaced. Raor’s appetite kept him out of shape, but at the same time he could pin me to the ground just by sitting on me. Ryala hugged me, placing her head on my chest. “You had better calm down Tyler, your heart’s going to jump out of your chest. Besides, you can take him, you’re the chief’s son.” …Again, I was reminded of my past. Chapter 2 We both stood bare-chested in the dirt patch, surrounded by cheering onlookers. Raor grinned “Not so tough now, are ya, runt.” he said with that look in his eye he always got before a fight, “You think you’re so tough with that axe, but having to face me hand to hand and you cower.” I laughed, “It’s not the hands I’m afraid of Raor, it’s the gut.” The onlookers laughed, and Raor’s face darkened. Foregoing the egomaniacal speech, he flew at me. I dived under him, landing on all fours. I jumped and turned towards him, finding him inches in front of my face. He crashed into me, locking me in his arms, and I smashed into the dirt, sliding a few inches. My arms were at my sides, pinned by his weight. His face was inches from mine, our eyes locked. “So,” he said, whispering, though breathing heavily, “did I win yet?” “I don’t know, how bad do you want to go hiking today?” His eyes widened, and it almost seemed like his maroon fur lost some of its color. His mouth open in shock, he growled “You wouldn’t dare…” I smiled. “You’re right.” I broke his hold, and heaved him onto his back. My knees dug into his soft gut as I put my hands around his throat. I dug my thumbs into his neck and he winced in pain. “Okay,” he said, “you win.” I rolled off him and lay there next to him, the onlookers clapping. “That was a cheap trick” he said. I looked at him, sweat stinging my eyes, “You think anything dangerous is going to play fair?” He just grunted and heaved himself off the ground. The crowd parted as he went home to grab his pack. I got up and started jogging back to tell my father goodbye for the day. We were going hiking. Chapter 3 “Remember, be back before sundown. You don’t want your dad worrying about you.” “Yeah, yeah. Don’t worry Raut, I’ll be back.” “And keep an eye on Raor, too. Make sure he doesn’t pass out,” said Raut, his lime green fur blowing in the wind. He was a year or two older than me, but still acted like a child. “I’ll keep my eye on Raor,” I said, “but you make sure Dad doesn’t run off after us. I can tell he doesn’t feel good sending us off like this.” “Ah, you can’t blame him. Not after what happened to Ryan. I wish he could’ve just died, not been lost to us. Now we’ll never know what happened.” “You never know. He could still be alive far off somewhere, trying to find his way back.” “Only in Ramsey’s dreams. I think the rest of us have accepted that he’s gone. Probably eaten by some huge monster he thought he could beat. If only he was as powerful as he thought he was…” Raut stared at the ground. Him and Ryan had been close. “Anyway,” he said, “you guys had better get on with it, or you won’t get very far before sundown.” “Are you kidding? We probably won’t get very far anyway, Raor still hasn’t even shown up yet. I think I see him though.” Raor was walking up the path up to the gate, dragging his pack behind him. He was grinning ear to ear, obviously excited about our hike today. “Hey, sorry to keep you waiting. I had to get some things.” Raut smirked, “Oh, I’m sure you stuck enough food in there for a few hours. Tyler wasn’t planning to stop every five minutes to eat, you know.” Raor punched him playfully on the shoulder “You know, I don’t tease you about how you fight, so don’t tease me about how I eat.” “Hey, that’s not nice. Those axes are heavy, you know, and it doesn’t help that the wood is slippery.” “Hey, I said I didn’t make fun of you for dropping your axe all the time, what’s the big deal?” He laughed, “Come on Tyler, we’ve got some exploring to do.” He grabbed my arm and dragged me away from the village. I waved to Raut, watching the village shrink. I turned, and we headed off towards the mountain in the distance. “Gah, this is the worst thing about living in a valley,” Raor said, huffing, “Any direction you go, you have to walk uphill.” I was, of course, enjoying the fresh air, the cool breeze in my face, the smell of the plains, the aura of perfection about the land. I never grew tired of it all, even though it was all I had. I guess that sense of rebellion hadn’t hit me yet. Raor was much more concerned with our pace than he was the scenery, however. I hadn’t even broken a sweat yet, but, of course, I didn’t have any fur either. “I guess we can stop for a break in a minute or two. Let’s try and make it to that hill over there” I said, pointing to a hill in the distance. He sighed. “Okay, I can do that. Just to that hill over there.” He quickened his pace, and I silently chuckled. I knew I just had to give him something to focus on besides the food in his pack and he would forget how tired he was. We reached the crest of the hill and I said to him “Race you down to the bottom. Then we can walk the rest of the way to that other hill.” “You’re on. Just don’t let your legs fall out from under you.” “Hah, are you kidding? You should focus on not rolling down that hill like a snowball. I bet you can’t make it down that hill without falling.” “You’re on.” We sprinted down the hill, even with each other. We looked at each other, and I could see that look in his eye. I pushed myself faster, and I could hear him behind me, the grass crunching beneath his hooves. Suddenly, I heard him cry out behind me, and he crashed into me. We both rolled down the hill, grass scratching my face. I landed at the bottom, my face in the grass. Raor landed on top of me, knocking the air out of my lungs. We lay there for a few moments, catching our breath. “Okay Raor,” I said, “You can get off me now.” He rolled off me, still trying to catch his breath. “Can’t we…just…stop here…for now?” He asked, his chest heaving, “I mean, that hill is just so far away, and my hooves ache, and, and, I’m just so out of breath.” “Oh, come on, it’s not that much of a climb. Besides, I bet we can see the village from that hill. It looks like it goes up pretty high.” “Oh, all right then. Just a few more minutes then.” We started walking again, me leading the way again. I swung my pack off my shoulders and got my compass out, checking that we were still going south, away from the village. I turned to Raor to tell him we were still on course, and stopped. He was standing still, sniffing the air, his eyes closed. “What’s wrong Raor?” I asked, “What do you smell?” “Smoke. A lot of it. I can’t tell from where though.” “You smell something burning?” “Yeah. It’s pretty strong. Probably close by.” “We can see more if we get to the top of that hill. Come on!” I started running towards the hill. I heard Raor’s clopping along behind me, huffing and puffing. Running was not a skill of his. The ground started to slope upwards, and Raor’s sounds behind me grew fainter and fainter. I heard him yell, but I was running faster. I was almost on my knees, pushing my way to the top. I reached the crest of the hill, almost afraid of what I’d see. Fire was never a good thing in a grassy plain. I looked around me, green grass stretching for as far as I could see, save for a lone mountain in the distance. I turned behind me, towards the village, and saw what Raor had smelled. Smoke was coming from the village. Black plumes of smoke flooded out of where we had left, the wind carrying it towards us. “So what is it?’ Raor asked, finally reaching the top. I could only point at the clouds of black. We were both silent for several moments. “The forge probably got too hot or something,” Raor said, “I’m sure they have it under control.” He didn’t sound that confident though. I was silent. Somewhere in my heart, I knew things had changed. Chapter 4 “We have to get back there.” I said. “It took us a good hour to get out here. There’s no way we could get back fast enough to help.” “There has to be a way. We can’t just sit here helpless and watch it all burn away. There has to be a way…” “Life is fate. You can’t fight what was meant to be. Sometimes Fate is the cruelest of all things. Fighting it will only make you more miserable.” I heard the crunch of grass behind me. “Fate may be set in stone, but there’s always a way to chisel in some changes.” I turned to the mysterious voice. Behind us was a dragon. His scales glistened in the morning sun, an ocean in the middle of the plains. “Who are you?” I asked. “My name is Colbalto, guardian of the mountain to the south. I saw the smoke, and knew something was wrong.” “It’s our village. It’s on fire. We have to get down there, but it would take too long on foot. You’re a dragon, you can fly can’t you?” Colbalto grinned, his fangs were more menacing than they were cheerful. “I can only take one of you. Preferably the lighter of the two of you.” I turned to Raor, his face was stern. “It’s okay. You can do more down there than I can. Go on, I’ll wait here and watch.” I turned back to Colbalto, who merely nodded. I sighed, scared of what I would find once we reached the village. Colbalto walked to the edge of the hill. “Climb on, just don’t choke me.” I reached around his wings and awkwardly hugged my arms around his neck. “Hang on,” he said, “this might get scary.” He jumped from the crest of the hill, and I clenched my eyes shut. We glided away from the hill, I could feel my knees digging into his sides. I dared to open my eyes, and saw the plain passing below us in a blur of green. I looked and saw the clouds of smoke growing closer and closer. The clouds of smoke that obscured my home. Colbalto beat his wings and cleared the next hill, the plains seemingly rushing up to meet us. He glided towards the plumes of blackness, and I could see the faint glow of fire. He glided down towards the village. “I’ll land here. It’s nearly impossible to fly through smoke, and it should be thinner down towards the ground.” I couldn’t speak, the size of the smoke told a story all their own. There was no way it was under control. The village was burning. All of it. We landed on the grass, the smell of smoke made me want to cough. As soon as my feet touched the ground I started running towards the village. Colbalto was right, the smoke was thinner towards the ground. I could see the gates, the wooden gates ablaze, wide open. As I got closer, I saw a figure lying on the ground, motionless. I slid to the ground in front of the guard, and saw who it was. I turned Raut over, and he weakly coughed. “Tyler,” he said, wheezing, “the village, it’s gone. Everything’s gone.” “What happened?” “A ram in a black cloak came through, asking to see the chief. Ramsey met him in the center of the village. The ram asked where you were. He asked for you by name. He wanted to challenge you to a death fight. When Ramsey laughed at him and told him to leave, the ram in black lost it. He grabbed Ryala…” “Ryala? What did he do to her?” “He took her, Tyler. He grabbed her, and fire just erupted out of his hands. He burned the village. I don’t know who’s left. He destroyed everything, Tyler. I tried to stop him as he fled, but he just touched my chest and I fell. I can feel myself slipping Tyler, it’s some kind of evil magic.” “No…I won’t let you die.” “Don’t worry about me, Tyler. I’ve done my part. You need to find Ryala. There’s nothing left here.” “Where did he take her?” “He left to the north. Go quickly, and you might be able to catch up.” Raut closed his eyes, coughing. I lay him in the grass. He opened his eyes an inch. “Tyler, tell Ryala hi for me, when you find her.” “If I find her.” Raut smiled. “I know you will. Fate wants you to be with each other.” He closed his eyes, and sighed deeply. A droplet of water splashed upon his tunic. A single tear from my eye, a sign of sorrow and gratitude. I stood up. Colbalto stood a few feet away from me, a look of worry on his face. “Go back and get my friend Raor. I’ll stay here and look for survivors.” I said to him. He nodded, turned, and flew away. I looked to the burning village. The fire seemed calm. A single sign of hope. Chapter 5 I walked through the remains of the gates. The village was silent. No moans of the wounded, no crying of the living. Only silence, the scent of death assaulting my nose. I walked through what was left of my home in a trance. I saw the body of Raura, the healer, her house only a pile of smoldering tinder. The blacksmith Roran’s shop was a pile of rubble, even the mighty stone forge destroyed. I ran through the town now, towards my father’s cave. The chieftain’s cave. Among all the destruction, I wouldn’t believe he was gone until I saw for myself. I came to the well in the center of town and stopped. There was blood everywhere. The well itself was covered in it. The ropes, the stones, everything, all blood red. I pulled up the bucket from the depths, and was horrified at what I saw. The water wasn’t just stained red, it was blood. The black ram had turned all the water to blood. Tears fell from my eyes into the well. Blood from my soul, joining the blood of the bodies. The blood of my family. I looked to the cave atop the hill at the northern edge of town. I knew that I had to know. I pressed on through the wreckage. I looked at all the bodies, hoping I wouldn’t find Ramsey’s. I suddenly stumbled, and I looked up and saw my home. It looked so untouched, it would’ve been so easy to pretend I was dreaming, that behind me nothing had changed, that I had imagined it all. I painfully climbed the hill and stumbled into the cave, tears blurring my vision. The stone floor was pristine, as it always had been. I walked farther into the cave, and saw a patch of blood, and a trail leading farther into the cave. I wordlessly followed it deeper into the cave, the light behind me slowly disappearing. Darkness clouded my eyes, yet I could faintly make out a shape at the end. I ran towards the back, and saw a body. Tears streaming from my eyes, I knelt down beside the body. It was my mother’s, the only one I ever had. I felt the knees of my leggings grow damp. The ground was soaked with blood. The beast had wounded her, and then pursued her, and murdered her here. I threw myself across her body and cried. My wails echoed in the tunnel, surrounding me with my own sorrow. I don’t know how long I lay there, my tears joining the blood surrounding me. Amidst my grief, a shadow fell across the ground. I looked up and saw Raor standing there. His mouth was open in shock. He fell to his knees. “Tyler,” he whispered, choking up, “How did this happen. How could it all be gone.” “Raut told me before he died. A ram in a black cloak came looking for me, wanting to kill me. When father refused him, he destroyed the village.” I released a shaky breath, “Everyone’s gone Raor. He killed everyone except Ryala. He kidnapped her.” “He wants you to find him. He wants you to follow.” “What do I do now, Raor? How can we go on like this? There’s nothing left.” “Did you find your father’s body? I didn’t see it coming here.” I paused and looked up at him. “No,” I said, “his things aren’t here either. Maybe he escaped.” “Maybe. I hope so.” I stood up. There would be time to morn later. “We have to catch up with him. We have to get Ryala back.” I heard the click of claws on the stone floor. Colbalto walked up behind Raor, his head head barely higher than Raor’s. “You can’t fight him as you are now. Look how easily he destroyed your home. There’s no way you can beat him alone. We need a savior. The dragons have a legend that a human like yourself will come from another world. It is said that he alone can stop darkness.” “What, you just want to wait around for a savior?” “No. I intend to find him myself.” “And how do you suppose you’re going to do that? You can’t just waltz into another world and walk around trying to find him.” “Of course not. I’ve tracked him to one world, one that only believes in dragons as some kind of fairy tale. And we’re grossly misrepresented, I might add. No, I intend to send you to find him. You’re a human yourself, so it’s only fitting.” Raor looked at Colbalto in surprise, “You can’t just throw him into another world and send him on a scavenger hunt! There has to be someone to be there with him!” “Well, unless he knows any other humans, nobody will be able to help him.” A sudden memory floated to the surface. I felt a ripple in my heart as it broke into my consciousness. “Well,” I said, hesitating, “there is one.” Chapter 6 I stared off into the distance. The mountain was bigger than it looked from the plains. The gusts of wind rustled my clothes, driving spikes of my hair in every direction. I sighed, and turned to go back into the cave to wait. Colbalto had flown me back to the cave in the mountain where he made his home. Torches lined the walls of the cave, their flames casting shadows on the dirt-brown walls. I walked across the room to a large wooden chest. I lifted the lid and looked inside, only seeing food. Raor would be happy here. I heard talking and grunting outside the cave. I ran to the mouth and saw Colbalto landing, Raor sliding off his back. Both of them collapsed on the ground, on exhausted from flying, the other from hanging on. “I think,” panted Raor, “I am now officially scared of heights.” I laughed and walked back into the cave. Colbalto came in behind me, brushing bits of grass from his tunic. “Now then,” he began, “let’s get to hunting.” “How is this going to work?” I asked, nervous for more than one reason. “It’s quite simple really. You just have to concentrate on who you want to find, and then I open the warp.” He made it sound so simple, but I wasn’t convinced. Raor stumbled into the cave. “So, you’re sending him to go after some kid, and the only help he gets is another kid. Yeah, that’s real safe.” “Do you have a better idea?” “Yeah, go find that rotten thing that destroyed the village and kill him!” Raor growled. Colbalto merely flashed a glare at him, and turned to me. “Do you feel like you can do it? I’m not asking you to do this.” “No, I can handle myself. It’s okay.” I didn’t feel as convinced as I sounded, but Colbalto nodded and turned towards the mouth of the cave. “Okay, now concentrate on some important memory of who you want to go to,” he said softly, slowly waving his hands, “and step through the warp.” A faint teal colored haze floated in the air in front of Colbalto, and a glowing teal portal grew out of the haze. Its surface rippled, beckoning me to enter. I closed my eyes, focusing on Sean. I stepped through the diamond-shape and felt like I was immersed in a thick, gooey substance. I thought hard about Sean, how Karen had found him, how I had been there when he woke up. When he told me she and Michael were gone… I was crying. I knew he wasn’t telling me something. He just said they were gone, that they weren’t coming back. He avoided my gaze, my words. He turned, walking out the door, avoiding my questions, my tears, my screams. He disappeared into the shadows outside, and he was gone. I opened my eyes. My vision was blurry, tears in my eyes. I wipped them on my sleeve, and looked around. I was in a rectangular room with pale blue walls, books and papers scattered on the floor. The light from the warp behind me cast teal-colored light upon the figure lying on the bed. His hair was black, long, and unkept. I saw he was my age, and I knew it couldn’t be Sean. The boy opened his eyes and groggily rolled out of bed. He looked up at me and stopped. He rubbed his eyes, thinking he was dreaming. I knelt down so I could see his face. “What’s your name?’ I said.] “Sean. Who are you, and why are you in my room?” I was surprised. For me, it had been seven years. For Sean, it looked as if it had been only a few months. “You probably don’t remember me,” I whispered, the memories of him paining me, “my name is Tyler.” Sean’s eyes widened and he slowly stood up. He stared at the ground for a moment, and put his head in his hands. “It is you,” he said, “I remember it all now.” He looked at me for a moment, fear in his eyes. “It wasn’t a dream. Was it?” “No Sean, it wasn’t.” He looked at me for a moment. “Why did you come here Tyler?” “I need your help.” He sighed, sitting back down on his bed. “I just need to find someone,” I said quickly, “have you ever heard the name Colbalto?” He looked up at me, curiosity in his eyes. “Yeah,” he said, seemingly unsure of himself, “that’s what my friend named the dragon he always draws. You’re looking for him?” “Yeah. Do you know where he is right now?” Sean chuckled. “Well, since it’s the crack of dawn, I’m going to bet he’s at his house right now. I’ll take you over there.” I smiled at him, “You know, now that I think about it, wasn’t your hair brown?” “Yeah, I dyed it a few months ago. You like it?” I laughed. “It’s a good look for you, I guess. Anyway, we’d better get going.” “Sure, let me just throw on some clothes and we can go.” Chapter 7 The city was quiet as Sean and I walked down the street. Rain lightly fell, splattering on the pavement, the water trickling down the street like a river. The storm looked as if it was passing, the horizon could clearly be seen. The sky was tinged with hues of orange and pink. Although the storm had passed, the day was only beginning. The city was quiet, except for the slight splash as our feet stepped into the puddles forming on the sidewalk. Water dripped off my hair, its natural spikes bouncing as the droplets fell. I looked at Sean, his whole body was downcast. It must’ve been painful seeing me again. All those forgotten memories, simply cast away, written off as dreams, all coming back together. All the pain that he had dismissed, now seemed so real. “How long has it been for you? Since it all happened?” “A year.” I looked at him, his eyes were still focused on the pavement. He said nothing more. “I’m sorry I had to come here. It must be easier to forget it all.” He seemed to move farther away from me. “Turn up here,” he said, “it’s the house on the corner.” “How are we going to get in, we can’t just ring the doorbell.” “This isn’t the first time I’ve been here this early. His bedroom is downstairs, there’s a window in the back we can get in through.” “You two must be good friends if you’re at his place this early.” “Yeah, you could say that.” Sean went silent again. Something was bothering him, although it was probably just all the new memories he had to find a place for in his mind. We climbed over the chain-link fence, and jumped into the boy’s yard. “So what’s your friend’s name?” “Cole.” Sean silently crept over to the boy’s, Cole’s, window. With only a slight creek, he opened it and climbed into the room. I saw a light come on inside the room. I climbed in after Sean. “It is way to early for this. I mean, people with tunics in my bedroom…that just has to wait till afternoon. I think I’m going insane, I’m so tired.” Cole was indeed groggy. His hair was messy, his eyes bleary, and a general look of disbelief was on his face. “So you’re telling me,” he said, “that this kid is from some crazy dream you had, and…you lost me there.” “Look,” Sean sighed, “ the only reason I believe any of what he says is because he knows about your drawings.” Cole’s eyes widened in surprise. “How-what-but you’re the only one I told about them! Remember, you found them under my bed.” I looked at Sean. He looked down at the floor. “Sean, what are you not telling me?” “About what?” “About…everything. How do you two know each other so well?” He almost looked relieved. Maybe there was a lot he wasn’t telling me. “I used to live here, with Cole. His parents took me in while my mom was in the hospital.” “Where was your dad?” “Dead. A heart attack, the morning after that dream. Why do you think I remember when it was?” He stared at the floor, trying to hide his grief. “Look Cole,” he whispered, “just come back to my place. You can see for yourself just how true all this is.” Cole sighed. “At least let me comb my hair first, it’s a mess as usual.” Sean looked up at him and smiled. Seeing those two together reminded me of Raor and I. This was the longest me and him had been apart since the time we met. “I’ll wait outside.” I said. I climbed out the window into the dawn. It was still sprinkling outside. I looked up at the sky, water trickling down my face. I sighed. Chapter 8 I looked in the windows of the buildings beside me. The mannequins with their fancy clothes. I looked down at my own clothes. All I had was a brown leather tunic, a cotton shirt, leather leggings, and leather boots a little too big for me. I could see myself in the pools of water in the sidewalk. The spikes of my hair bounced as I walked, and I could see the shine of my earring. It was a gift from Michael, and I had worn it every day of my life, for as long as I could remember. A single tear fell from my eye, sending a ripple across the water. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I turned and looked into Cole’s face. “Are you okay?” he asked. I smiled. “Yeah, I’m fine.” I whispered. I looked past Cole at Sean. He was walking with his head down, staring at his own reflection in the puddles. Suddenly he stopped and he jumped around. “Guys…” he whispered. I turned around and gasped. A black suv was driving down the road, the only car on the street. It was farther down the road, but I could hear the sounds of gunfire. It was a drive-by shooting. We stood there on the sidewalk, frozen there. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Sean slowly shake his head. “Guys…we have to run. Now.” With the silence broken, we started running. The gunfire sounded like it was getting closer. “We’re not going to make it.” Cole said, huffing. I wanted to say something encouraging, but I was focused more on outrunning the car. I could make out Sean’s house at the end of the road. We were almost there. Sean looked behind him, “We’re going to make it Cole. We are.” He suddenly stumbled, and fell into the street. “Sean!” Cole screamed. I grabbed the boy’s arm and dragged him along. “We have to keep moving.” I yelled. Cole looked back. “Sean!” he screamed, “Sean! Get up Sean! Sean!” I kicked open Sean’s front door. “No Tyler! We have to go back for him!” I pulled him inside and halfway up the stairs before he pulled his arm out of my grasp. “We have to go back, we can’t just leave him! You can’t leave Sean behind!” I didn’t have time to argue with the boy. I knew the shooting couldn’t be a coincidence. Without a word to comfort him I threw my arms around his stomach and dragged him up the stairs. He struggled, but years of rigorous training had done me good. I dragged him into Sean’s bedroom, and I jumped into the teal portal, taking the boy with me. I landed on the cave floor, my face staring up at the ceiling. It hit me then what I had done. I had left Sean to die, just to save this kid. If he wasn’t the one that could save Ryala, then Sean had died for nothing. I would’ve left Sean to be run over, or shot to death, all for naught. It was then I realized something else. I didn’t have a clue what streetlights, mannequins, suv’s, or even guns were. I didn’t know what anything in that world was, and yet, I did. I looked into the mesmerizing ripples of the diamond-shaped portal, wondering how I knew what I couldn’t have known. The portal slowly disappeared, revealing Raor and Colbalto, staring in wonder at the savior I had brought them. Chapter 9 I opened my eyes and sat up. I had been laying against the wall of the cave, far from where I had landed, Raor sleeping by my side. I smiled. He had probably laid there keeping an eye on me, and then had dozed off, meaning that I had been out for quite a while. I rapped my knuckles against his head. “Knock, knock.” He groggily opened his eyes. “Dang it,” he said, “I fell asleep didn’t I.” “Yup. Listen, where’s Colbalto and the boy.” “How should I know.” he said, closing his eyes again. “I think Colbalto flew the kid up to the summit to do something.” “Come on then, I want to hear what that dragon has to say.” Raor sighed. “Do you realize how early it is?” he mumbled. “Oh come on, we’re near the top of the mountain already. It’ll take us five minutes to hike up there. Besides, lounging around here won’t help get Ryala back.” Raor opened his eyes to glare at me. “You are not going to control me through guilt. You know as well as I do that I’m not going to be any help if I can’t keep my eyes open.” We stared at each other for a moment, his eyes were fierce. I smirked, “Look at that Raor, see how long you’ve kept your eyes open? You’re not that tired after all. Come on now.” I ran out of the cave out to the outcropping outside, and started climbing up the mountain. I could hear Raor’s moans echoing in the cave. Eventually we reached the top of the mountain. The crisp breeze was refreshing after all the chaos of the day before. Colbalto and the boy were sitting on the ground next to each other, meditating. I saw Colbalto’s ears perk up as I walked towards him. “Tyler, the weapons we gathered from your village are over by that rock. Would you like to practice with us? Maybe Cole can learn a thing or two.” “I don’t know if I’m up for that yet. I just woke up you know.” I looked behind me to see if Raor had gotten up the mountain yet. I saw him crawling up over the lip of the summit, his hands clawing at the ground. “Maybe Raor will be up for it. He needs to wake up anyway.” Raor glared at me. “Fine, I’ll teach the kid a thing or two, but then we need to go back down to the valley. The thin air up here is killing me. And I’m not hiking down, someone will have to carry me.” “Aw, you complain about everything don’t you. It’s not that chilly up here. You even have fur, I don’t’ see how you’re cold.” “I don’t see why you’re not shivering over there. He sure is” Raor said, pointing to the boy. I looked and sure enough he was shaking, although it could’ve been more from fear than chill. Colbalto stood up. “I think we do need to get back to the valley. The cold does slow everything down. Training down where it’s warmer will be more productive.” Raor laughed, “See Tyler, you’re outnumbered. I’ll just show the kid a few tricks and then we can get back to where it’s warm.” Colbalto walked over to me. “Hop on Tyler, I’ll take you down to the valley, and come back for those two.” He walked to the edge of the summit and squatted. I wrapped my arms around his scaly neck and he launched himself off the mountain. My stomach lurched as we fell. The valley we had left behind grew closer. This is a boring chapter. I'm sorry. It gets better. I actually sort of have the story planned out after this. Edited by Blaze, 9 Aug 2009, 09:28 PM.
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good story, Blaze I just remembered, I have to finish a chapter, I sorta got lost in college... |
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17 Oct 2008, 09:23 PM Post #3 |
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whoa that was deep i might have tyo read that one again that was a mouthful thats reminds i have to write another chapter of The Assassins |
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| ARAZEC | 18 Oct 2008, 03:53 AM Post #4 |
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where the rest of it? |
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24 Oct 2008, 07:39 PM Post #5 |
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It's coming. I'm not making much headway with it because of all the Marching Band stuff I'm doing. However, I'm making a book trailer for The Adventures and The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes, so I'll post that on here when I'm done with it. Hopefully, I'll be able to do the voice acting for it, because I think that will make it really cool. |
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21 Dec 2008, 10:28 AM Post #6 |
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swet that would be cool, my internet connection is terrible icant even open it and watch with out my connection failing |
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| Luemas | 16 Jan 2009, 06:22 PM Post #7 |
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It's good but confusing, definately need to wait until more of the story comes out. |
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20 Jan 2009, 04:25 PM Post #8 |
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My urge to write has plummeted. Unfortunately, this is right as I need to write two essays about how creativity is better than knowledge, and about how I turned an idea into an adventure. I didn't enjoy my weekend. :/ |
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| Luemas | 20 Jan 2009, 05:04 PM Post #9 |
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Lol, sorry that turned out like that Blaze, it must really stink having to write something as boring as that, did you try to have a peaceful solution through diplomacy with your teacher? |
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ouch. that hurt. I'm only getting back into writing because I've reopened my borders. |
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Actually those things were to get in to a summer program, so I guess I have only myself to blame. They handpicked 14 kids from my school to compete for nomination spots to this thing, and I somehow got in that group. |
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| ARAZEC | 20 Jan 2009, 10:03 PM Post #12 |
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well i reckon writing about how creativity is better than knowledge would be a walk in the park- epeacially for you- your so creative 
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14 Feb 2009, 11:05 PM Post #13 |
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I wrote more. Yay!  Unfortunately, on the forum it doesn't look as big as it does in the word processor. (I wonder if it would make sense if she said that...nah...) |
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| Luemas | 15 Feb 2009, 09:45 AM Post #14 |
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Nice! PLOT! Um yeah. I take it um Ramsy or whatshisname is a different species from Raor, so what species is each. And why is there blue fur? It just doesn't make much sense? 
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Ok, so after the events of The Couriers, Tyler goes to live with Ramsy in his own world. The species is the Ryu, or "ram-people". They're all anthro rams, but their fur is different colors. Ramsy's fur is a dark red or maroon, Ryala's fur is sky blue, etc. Is it making sense now? |
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