The following is a one shot for my good friend on tumblr. (thursdaysangel-tuesdaysdemon)
It is her birthday today so I decided to write her a short story in this Mythic
Enlightened world. This has nothing to do with the actual story line but it
will involve Dragons and other creatures of the myths. I hope all of you like
it, especially my friend.
--
Dexter held his head
up high as he refused. His arms were crossed and he shook his head in annoyance.
These adolescence believed. That was their first problem. Dexter had learned if
one had to believe in one mythic story that would mean that he would
technically believe in all the mythic stories. This wasn’t possible. Santa had
not given him presents nor coal. There was no proof of the Easter Bunny except
for a Helicopter in the sky that drop plastic eggs bought from Walmart or some
other store that sold in bulk. Maybe even Sam’s Club was involved with the
dispute for the sheer fact of raising sales. Dexter looked down at his young
companions. How was he supposed to tell them? No one proved it for him. No one
care for what he thought. So why should he care for them and what they thought?
Deep inside Dexter
wanted to believe it to be true. There had to be a reason why Santa didn’t give
him coal or presents. Maybe a culture barrier of some sort? Maybe Santa didn’t
know about him? He frown but then the other kids wouldn’t have gotten presents.
Or maybe… Dexter sighed. Maybe it was because his own parents didn’t believe.
All the other kids before him had parents who pushed the holidays. His, well,
were more ‘down to earth’ and focused on working and ‘making the world a better
place’ as they said.
Sitting around the
picnic table were the friends who couldn’t imagine living without. Yes, there
were all three years young then him but he couldn’t stand seeing them
heartbroken. Pulling up his seat to the edge of the picnic table he smiled.
“Are you sure you
guys are ready to see the ‘real’ deal?” He asked inquisition.
They added nodded
vigorously with beaming smiles and lit up eyes. “Please, Dexter! Show us the
‘real’ world!”
Dexter nodded. There
were only five of them. Six including him. He had to think of something and
quick. Maybe his two school friend could lend a hand at the conspiracy he had
laid before him. He had to have a plan. A dragon. All he had to find was a
dragon.
“Dude! A dragon?”!
Flint laughed. “Really?”
“Come on man,
they’re a group of twelve and thirteen year olds. We have to think of
something.”
“I don’t have to think of anything.” Flint shook
his head. “It’s the fact that you actually want to believe in anything that
I’ve been telling you in the past four years that we’ve known each other.”
Dexter sighed. “For
them, I’ll do anything. I don’t care if it means playing pretend for a day.”
“Pretend?” Flint
shook his head. “A day?” Flint frowned.
“I’d gladly take
them but if you don’t believe then I won’t take you.” Flint replied sternly.
“You can only see what you believe to be true.”
“Which means what is
true depends on the person, I know… You’ve told me many times.” Dexter argued.
“But these kids are
practically my family. I didn’t grow up with the belief and today’s a special
day for one of them so if there’s anything I can do to excite them it’s finding
that dragon you keep talking about.”
“He’s real and in
order to go with us you’ll have to believe and the only way I’ll know is if you
look into the water and tell me what you see.”
Dexter shook his
head. “That’s ridiculous. I’ll only see what’s reflected back at me.”
Flint smiled. “Fine.
I didn’t want to give my secret away but in order to get you what you want I
have to get what I want and what I want is to get you to believe once and for
all.”
--
Sighing, Dexter
knocked on the door three times and then turned his back to face the five.
“This guy’s name is Flint and he’ll be helping us on our expedition today so he
treat him like you treat me. I also called one other person to help us. Don’t
worry, we’ll get to see the dragon soon!”
“You mean as soon as
you believe that a dragon’s real.” Muttered Flint who had opened the door and
stood silently waiting for Dexter to finish.
“I don’t mean to be
rude.” Flint smirked. “But I’ll need you five to sit tight in the living room
as I discuss the plan with Dexter.”
The five nodded with
excited smiles. Flint could see the belief in their eyes as they trailed in and
sat down patiently. Dexter frowned as Flint gestured him to follow. Opening the
door to his room, Flint allowed Dexter to walk in and sit on the edge of his
bed before he shut the door.
“Mirrors are said to
reflect one’s ‘true’ self. Or, as a person perceives themselves. I have a
mirror on the back of my door. I want you to uncover it and tell me what you
see since I’ll be next to it and will not be able to see what you are seeing.”
Flint explained.
“Why don’t you look
yourself?” Dexter raised an eyebrow in confusion.
“It’s part of the
proof. Go with it.”
Dexter sighed as he
uncovered the mirror and stood in front of it. “I see me. And the reflection of
your room.” Dexter exposed.
“Alright then.”
Flint smiled. Now, I’m going to face away from the mirror and you tell me what
you see.”
Dexter shook his
head. “Flint. Is this really necessary.”
Flint stood in
place. “Do you believe me or not?” He asked without moving from his place.
Dexter smirked. “I want to believe you. But I have yet to
believe.”
Flint shook his
head. “Then it won’t work. You won’t see it because mirrors don’t work the same
way as water. Water shows a person’s trueself regardless of the believer but a
mirror is perception and what someone see is what someone will see.” He frowned.
Dexter imagined the
kids in the living waiting anxiously to go on their conquest. Flint knew that
there was still someone that they had to go see but if Dexter didn’t have
Flint. He wouldn’t be able to convince her to go either.
“Will you prove to
me that I’m wrong?” Dexter finally muttered.
“I can’t prove you
wrong.” Flint shrugged. “I can only prove you right.”
Dexter smirked.
“Fine. I want to see what you ‘truly’ look like.”
Flint grinned as he
stepped forward, back facing the mirror.
Looking up, Dexter
shook his head as his eye grew wide. “You’re not a dragon….” Dexter gaped. “But
what are you?”
“You see it?” Flint
said in a lighter tone.
“Yea…” Dexter shook
his head in disbelief as he looked at this friend and then in the mirror.
“How…?”
“I didn’t face
forward because you would’ve scream or did something along those lines and I
won’t face forward because what I truly look like is horrifying.” Flint gulped.
“But no matter. This
means that you believe even the slightest bit and we’ll go get her now.”
Dexter shook his
head, “No, Flint! I want to know what you really are and if your parents are
like that too.”
“Not all creatures
are born, they can be made. In my case, which is rare, I was born this way.” He
smirked. “I saw this boy in a magazine once so I took his form.” Flint sighed.
“I hope you realize this is a matter of trust and not only beliefs.”
Dexter gulped. “I… I
understand that.” He replied softly. “Face the other direction. Come, I
won’t…scream.”
Flint shook his
head. “Cover the mirror. I think you’ve seen enough.”
Dexter frowned.
“I’ve been friends with you for four years. Why won’t you trust me?”
“You haven’t trusted
me.” Flint said tone darkening. “You refused to believe me.” He paused. “And to
me that’s the same statement.”
Dexter smirked as he
covered the mirror and then walked in front of Flint. “Show me. You can trust
me. I’ll believe you.”
Flint looked at
Dexter with amused eyes. “You want to see without the mirror to distance you?”
“You’re my friend
and I am yours. I may not have believed you before but I believe you now and if
the statement is the same then I trust you and you trust me because I believe
you. I trust you.” Dexter said in compassion and concern in his eyes.
“Don’t scream.”
Flint said as he looked down and away for a moment.
Flint’s fingers
twitched and then he curled his hand into a fist. His skin began to wrinkle and
remind Dexter of a dried plum. Eyes meeting, Dexter let out a small sigh and
nodded.
“Shape Shifter.”
Dexter said in surprise. “You…you never tried to prove those real to me.”
Flint shook his
head. “It’s because I wanted you to prove me wrong.” Flint frowned.
--
Despite the new
discovery Dexter urged Flint on. He knew that without Flint he wouldn’t be able
to convince his other friend to help prove the existence of Dragons to his
young companions. Approaching the door of their other friend’s house, Dexter
whispered to Flint.
“Does she know?”
Flint shrugged.
“I’ve never showed her but that doesn’t mean she can’t see what I truly am.”
“Can you see if
she’s anything?” Dexter smirked.
“As far as I’m
concerned I’ve been allowing shields to be up so if even if she wanted me to
see passed her ‘reflectioned’ self as we call it I wouldn’t see her as she
would want me to.”
“So you’ve blinded
yourself?” Dexter nudged him with arm.
“Not all ‘monsters’
want to be ‘monsters’.” Flint shrugged.
Dexter shook his
head. “You’re not a monster. You’re my friend, Flint, and you’re looked up to
by these kids behind you so act like it.”
Gale tilted her head
as she looked out her window in confusion. At her door were her two of her good
friends Flint and Dexter and behind them were five younger chums probably in a
full school under them. She contemplated on waiting for them to knock as she
walked down the stairs and sat on the couch. After a few minutes of silence,
Gale finally stood up to face her curiosity.
“And what exactly
are you two buffoons doing?” Gale asked as she opened the door.
“Gale!” Dexter
exclaimed in surprise.
“Gale.” Flint
smirked.
Behind them, the
five looked at her with ecstatic eyes. “Are you going to help us find the
dragon too?”! They asked with grins on their faces.
“Dragon…?” Gale
looked at Flint and Dexter in concern. “Since when do either of you believe in
Dragons…” She muttered.
“Since Dexter asked
me to help him find out because he told his younger companions over here that
they were going on an adventure to find one.” Flint smiled.
Gale glared. “And
this involves me how?”
“Your raven…” Dexter
shrugged. “Maybe you could tell it to help us look?”
“Sentura?” Gale
shook her head. “How do I know if you’re playing a trick or not?” She
questioned. “I don’t like getting my raven involved unless I have to.”
Dexter smirked.
“Guys, we’re going have to talk over the plan again, sit tight okay?”
Gale shook her head.
“Bring them inside.”
Taking a seat in the
kitchen, Flint sighed. “Remember how I always used to bug Dexter for not
believing?”
Gale nodded as she
began to make sandwiches. “What flavor do those munchkins like?”
“They’re twelve and
thirteen.” Dexter laughed. “They’re not munchkins anymore. “
“Whatever you want
to call them.” She smiled. “You could call the ghouls for all I care. What
would they like in their sandwich?”
Flint shook his head and Dexter shrugged.
“Let’s go with a simple ham sandwich or a PB&J.”
“Gale. There’s
another reason why we’re here. This isn’t some picnic.” Flint smirked. “I don’t
know where we’re going to find a dragon. Last time I heard one was spotted over
the Atlantic, two actually.”
Gale raised an
eyebrow. “Flint, since when did you try to show your true colors?”
Flint sighed. “Since
I told Dexter the truth.”
“And he believe
you?” She continued as she laid out the last piece of bread.
Dexter nodded. “Yea.
I saw it. Everything.”
“Or did you?” Gale questioned
with a smirk.
Dexter sighed. “He
showed me in a mirror.”
“You managed to
change his perception?” She asked Flint in amusement. “After four years and it
takes one trip to the mirror to see what one only sees when they believe?”
Dexter shook his
head. “I knew both of you looked into mythology that’s why I went to you but
you knew that to?”
Gale laughed.
“Dexter, your kind has very few compared to us. But we perceive ourselves as
your kind to fit in. If we didn’t then we’d be walking war sirens.” She said
pushing her beany back and smile as she turned herself into what she truly was.
“A werewolf?”!
Dexter exclaimed as he covered his mouth so the kids wouldn’t hear. “You mean
my two best friends are a shape shifter and a werewolf?” He laughed. “No way…”
Gale nodded her head
towards Flint. “I am a shape shifter but I only can shift from trueself form to
an anthro version of a full reflection formed version of me. Saying you’re a
shape shifter is quite general don’t you think?”
Flint sighed. “No. I
am a shape shifter. I can turn into any human or any inanimate object but I
can’t copy another mythical creature.”
“Interesting.” Gale
nodded. “You still have your curse.”
Flint face flushed.
“And? So what if I want it that way.”
“But you could have
turned into a dragon and showed these kids what they wanted and then the day
would be over with, they’d be happy, Dexter might be freaked a little but he
still would have accomplished his mission. So now you’re having to ask me in
order to find this Dragon of yours?”
“That’s not it!”
Dexter exclaimed. “I wanted to show them a dragon and my actual plan was to
meet up somewhere else and you two fake a dragon for me…” He shrugged. “I
wasn’t actually planning on find a dragon…” He muttered. “Those aren’t real.”
Gale laughed. “You
believe enough to see me as a werewolf. Your other friend here is a shape
shifter and you don’t believe in dragons?”! She shook her head. “Dexter!”
Dexter smirked. “I… Can
you guys actually find a dragon?”
Gale shook her head
in amusement. “I know dragons. The reason why Flint doesn’t know is because he
hasn’t fully accept his role as a shape shifter and that’s why he doesn’t have
as many connections as I do.”
Dexter glanced at
Flint. “It’s okay not to be human.” He smirked. “I mean, I don’t think it’s
that great.”
Flint shook his
head. “I’m the most wanted out there. Out of all the rare mythical creatures my
chemical makeup is the most valuable because not only can I change appearance I
can heal too. Think of me as the ultimate O Blood of the universe.” Flint shook
his head. “My parents told me to lay low.
Gale shook her head.
“Nice work covering yourself.” She smirked. “I knew the whole time.”
“Yea, well, you have
an extra pair of eyes watching from the skies so I wouldn’t be surprised if you
knew.”
Gale laughed. “Look,
Flint. It’s okay. I packed two sandwiches for everyone so let’s get this party
rolling. You don’t want to upset the kids do you?”
--
The five kids follow
in anticipation. Leading was Gale and behind her Dexter and then Flint. Above
them was Gale’s raven blending in with the trees.
“The forest.
Seriously?” Flint stage whispered.
“We don’t have
anywhere else to go up here in the mountains.” Gale shook her head. “Besides
running into one here would be more believable and convenient then Time Square
don’t you think?”
Flint shook his
head. “So your dragon friend is going to appear out of no where?”
Gale shrugged. “I
called him. He’s in London, he’s a Wyvern to be exact but I don’t know because
he didn’t exactly answer when I called.”
“You’re calling a
dragon all the way from London?”! Dexter asked in amusement. “Isn’t that far?”
Gale shook her head.
“No, he’s been practicing. But I haven’t heard from him yet. Maybe I should
call his friends. Maybe they’ll know. There’s are two more dragons that I know
of and they’re both in Texas but they tend to be more busy than our Londoner.”
Dexter looked at
Gale with wide eyes. “We have dragons living here in America?”
Gale smiled. “Yes,
but not all dragons are nice so I can’t call out to one randomly or we might
have to put a fight and with one werewolf, a raven, and a shape shifter who
can’t shift into other mythic creatures? I don’t think we stand a chance.”
“Dexter!” One of the
five exclaimed in excitement. “I think I saw it! It’s up there, look!”
Gale growled and
handed the basket to Dexter. “I’ll go on ahead, keep them safe Flint. You may
not be able to turn into mythic creatures but animals are good enough.” She
said as she began to run.
“No wonder she’s the
number one track runner at school.” Dexter said as he held the basket. “Don’t
worry guys we’ll find it, Gale should be back soon.”
Flint shook his
head. “If she ran off like that, my best guess isn’t that we found her friend
but someone else.”
--
Stretching out his
wings, he landed gracefully and contracted them into his arms. He hadn’t eaten for
days and knew that if he didn’t do something about it quick he’d lose it. His
red eyes glowed as reverted to more of an orange color. Running up to him was a
girl, fast for her age, and a light in her eyes.
“Damien?” She asked
as she slowed and came to a stop. Damien raised an eyebrow. “And you are?”
“It’s Gale, from
school. What…” She paused. “Are you doing in the middle of the woods by
yourself?”
Damien shook his
head. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that since you’re the girl?”
Gale smiled. “I
packed extra sandwiches, Flint and Dexter are down that way with a couple of
friends, we’re on an ‘expedition to find a dragon’.” She laughed. “Crazy right?”
Retracting his
scales, Damien nodded. “Why would you want to prove something like that?”
“Because Dexter didn’t
believe in mythic creatures at first but now he wants to prove that they’re
real to the young lads he has with him because they look up to him.”
Damien shook his
head. “Tell Dexter that they’re so no such thing as ‘dragons’ and take him home…”
He smirked. “After you all have your little picnic.”
“I packed extras.”
Gale winked. “You can have some too if you’d like.”
Damien smirked. “Tempting…
But I think I’ll pass.”
“Don’t think you can
escape the truth.” Gale smiled. “I can who you are, why do you hide it?”
Damien’s red eyes
met Gale’s blue ones. “Don’t tell me that being what we are is ‘encored’ in
these parts.” He snarled. “I can only go out to hunt once a week. Do you know
what that does to me?”
“Without knowing
exactly where to go and feed?” Gale nodded. “Yea, it makes you aggressive.”
“And you’re not?”
Damien roared sending an echo throughout the wood.
“It doesn’t have to
be this way, Damien.” She growled. “Please, all we have to prove is that your
real. Leaving a mark is real enough.”
“On your face?”
Damien laughed and huffed.
--
Flint shook his
head. “I don’t want to do this anymore.” He shuddered. “I can feel something.
Something not right.”
“Other than that shriek
roar that’s still ringing in my ears?”! Dexter shouted. “I don’t see why you
would feel something wrong.”
“It wasn’t the roar
that bothered me.” Flint shook his head. “It’s what’s in the forest. Something
else. Something that might come for not only us but Gale and what made that
noise too.”
“Dexter!” Exclaimed
on of the kids.
Setting the basket
down, Dexter hugged the girl. “What’ the matter, Tam?”
“It’s this ear piecing
noise. It hurts.” She said as her ears began to bleed.
“Wha-” Dexter shook
his head. “How?”
Flint’s eyes
widened. “We can’t beat them. They’re too strong for us.” He said as he began
to breath hard. “We have to do go! Now!” He exclaimed.
“But what about
Gale?”! Dexter exclaimed in concern.
“She’s a big girl,
she can make it out.” Flint shook his head. “Right now he’s targeting one of
the kids and he can take over their body. We can’t allow that.”
“Their beliefs alone
can bring me to a solid life.” Laughed a voice that echoed throughout the
forest.
“Do not think that I
will harm any of them since they allow me to be here.”
Flint shuddered. “Stay
away from them and our friends too!”
“Shape shifter.” The
voice laughed. “You have no place among the holy.” It hissed. “Among the ‘true’.”
--
Damien reverted back
to his trueself and glared at Gale who had done the same. “You brought this
among us, wolf.”
Gale bared her
teeth. “I can call for back up. Don’t worry.”
“A wolf pack
protecting a dragon…?” Damien snarled. “Working with a dragon?” He shook his
snout. “Unheard of.”
Before them shined a
light, shielding their eyes, they uncovered them to see the image that had set
forth. Gale’s eyes widen as she looked the being. Damien cackled.
“What brings an
Angel to these ‘sacred’ grounds.” Damien tilted his head in amusement. Beneath
him, the ground shifted leaving his footprint in place.
“I am Samael, Dragon,
and my brother Lucifer calls you to action.” He smiled.
“The Samael?”! Gale shook her head. “No!
Angels aren’t real. They can’t be!”
“If you think that
your lore is the only one to walk this earth than you’ve been mistaken, wolf.”
“Your friend the
shifter for example. Do you know where he got his curse?”
Gale glared. “No and
all I know is that he has it.”
That human has quite
a bit of power yet he knows nothing. Why have you not told him. I can sense on
both of you since you’ve been around him long enough.”
Gale snarled. “Why
should I tell you after all that you’ve done? You are sole reason for our
violence.”
Samael grinned as he
stepped toward Damien who seemed to be having issues with his flight. “Think
you can escape, dragon?”
Damien growled. “Let.
Me. Go.”
Samael smiled. “Oh, but
you have been called by Lucifer himself, don’t you want to see your new master?”
Damien’s eyes glared
as he struggled to move his body. “I thought all angels were good.” He snarled.
“Lucifer fell.”
Samael shrugged. “It depends on which story you look at for me.” He grinned. “I
am quite the deceiver and seeing you on Lucifer’s side would be an interesting
concept for me.”
“Look everyone, see!”
Exclaimed Dexter as he quivered. “There, a dragon!” He smiled. “And that….” He
shuddered. “Is the scariest angel I have ever thought existed.”
“Is that Gale?”!
Questioned one of the five who were now all looking at the scene in awe.
Gale’s blue eyes
shimmered as she shared her thoughts to the young ones. “Yes. It is me.”
Clapping in
excitement, the children faced Flint who had turned into a komodo dragon.
“That won’t work on
him!” One of children exclaimed. “He’s an angel and he won’t be affected!”
Flint growled. “All
I can do is protect all of you. I can’t say much for those two.”
Shaking his head,
Dexter looked over at the scene. The angel Samael had called the dragon Damien.
Dexter didn’t talk to Damien. Actually, Damien hardly talked to anyone. He
wouldn’t consider him a bad guy but seeing as Damien was in dragon form, he
couldn’t judge on Damien’s human qualities.
Gale’s eyes glance
over at Dexter. He was taking a step forward. What brought him to the
conclusion that he could do something at a time compared to this alarmed Gale
and she wanted to speak but the Angel’s powers were too great for her and Damien.
Dexter didn’t want
to believe. All he wanted was for them to believe but now, he had to take a
stand and open up his eyes. If he remembered correctly, he could stop this but
he might not make it himself. As long as the kids knew and didn’t make the same
mistake as him he’d be happy.
“What are you
planning?” Samael turned to face Dexter. “Do you think you can stop me?”
“I can.” Dexter said
sternly. “I didn’t want to believe it to be true but now you’ve left with me
with no choice.”
Flint’s komodo snout
hung open. What was Dexter talking about? Hours ago, Dexter didn’t want to
believe that Flint was a shape shifter. Even more so, Flint didn’t want to
believe that he was a shape shifter but now, a dragon before them, Gale as a
werewolf, an angel, and five children who were the entertained stood among each
other.
“They tell me about
you, and how you can be stopped. As long as I perceive you as an Angel you are
an Angel but in some cultures you’re a demon.”
The wind that
whispered throughout the forest began to speak. Samael grinned at Dexter as he
realized that Dexter was planning. Closing his eyes, Dexter sighed and then sat
down Indian style.
Samael cocked his
head. “You don’t use your spiritual power often, as I can see. But you know
what you are capable of. Are you sure you want to give up your life for these, ‘monsters’.
Sitting with both
his palms up and placed on top of each other, Dexter sat quietly. Samael
laughed in amusement as he watched Dexter meditate.
“The boy thinks he’s
strong enough but how old are you in the years of a human?” He mocked. “You do
know it takes time to tap into your spiritual power and even then. What will
you do?”
Damien snarled as he
snapped. Samael turned in amusement. Cracking his jaw, Damien growled and then
screeched a warning. Fire amid the angel Samael, and a laughter left his lips.
Dexter stood and set his eyes on the Angel.
“Did you honestly
think that fire could kill an angel?”! Samael bellowed in laughed.
Dexter smirked and
stepped forward as he shook his head. “I wasn’t trying to kill you.” He smiled.
The angel Samael
laughed in amusement. “Then what is it Dexter, what were you trying to do? Save
your dragon here from becoming the new guardian of the underworld or if you
rather call it hell so be it? Or is it for the wolf girl? Maybe the shifter who
refuses to get his curse lifted?”
Dexter shrugged. “I
guess you could ask the spirits of the forest themselves. Maybe they might have
an answer for you.”
--
Damien cracked his
shoulders as he returned to his reflectioned form. The five kids clapped in
amusement. Holding his arms out, Flint took Dexter from Damien and Damien
looked back towards the forest he had left to burn.
Gale put her hand on
Dexter’s cheek as Flint laid him down on the couch. On the couch adjacent were
a few other the other kids eating their ham sandwiches. Catching one of the
sandwich bags that was thrown to him, Flint shrugged and glanced at Damien who
was brushing off his jacket.
“Here.” Flint
smirked holding out his sandwich to Damien. “Thanks for saving him.”
Damien looked at
Flint indifferently. “He saved me too.” He replied taking the sandwich. “Can’t
argue with making sure he makes it out alive.”
Flint nodded. “Yea…”
He shrugged. “I guess so. But from what was he making it out alive from?”
Entering the living
room with two more sandwich bags in hand, Gale approached the two. “Sentura
says the forest is safe so there’s nothing to worry about.”
Damien sighed. “I
wasn’t worried.”
Gale nodded as she
handed him and Flint a sandwich. “After all, who would worry about the forest when it’s our only cover, right?”
Damien rolled his
eyes but Flirt nodded. “You have to admit you saw that though.” Flint
questioned. “What Dexter did?”
Gale gave a small
smile and nodded. “I guess a friend of a shifter and a werewolf can’t be a one
hundred percent human after all.”
Crumbling up the two
plastic bag, Damien shook his head. “He is
a one hundred percent human.” He said as he got up to toss the bags. “All that
hocus pocus he did out there in the forest is only because the forest was full
of spirits and power. Any human, if they put their marbles together can do
that.”
Stepping to the
side, Damien tried to avoid one of the younger boys who had wanted to go on the
adventure. Looking down, he smirked at ten glanced at the trash can. Crumbling
the bags in his hand, he waiting patiently for the boy to move.
“You’re saying that
you’re not human?” He wondered in amusement.
“No.” Damien said
now tossing the bags into the trash can seeing the kind wouldn’t move. “And
neither is puppy eyes and lighter over there.” Damien commented. “But that
doesn’t make us any less invincible.”
The boy tilted his head in confusion. “I
thought all mythic creatures were unbeatable.”
Damien raised an
eyebrow and then glanced back at Dexter who laid unconscious on the couch. Reaching
out and ruffling the boy’s hair, Damien smirked. “I don’t think anything is
truly unbeatable.”
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This story took longer than I thought it would have. With two hours left in your birthday I hope this is good enough XD. It was supposed to be shorter. A lot shorter. With less dialogue. A lot less dalogue. But that's okay. You can tell me what you like and don't and I can always rewrite it. XD That and I can share an extra story to the fans. They'll find it enteraining.
