The man shook his head. There were no dragons in England. Setting out the last of his history books over the predicament, he put his foot down.
Looking at the fellow in the cloak that had insisted the nonsense, he pointed to the one hundred books before him. "Here ye, feller." He spat. "When I say there are no dragons in England here's my proof. Every dragon ever recorded in Europe killed by the Dragon Slayers of their time. Believe it or not, there are none for your generation to slay. If you’re wantin’ some kill your gonna have ta go to a place called 'New York, New York'. That's the last sighting of the dragon's rage. There's bond to be something there you can catch."
"Lies." The harsh voice hissed. "I sense a dragon in London when I was passing through. Your books are wrong."
"The last seen western dragon was on September 11th, 2001. It's the year 2012. A hearing of a new generation of dragons hasn't been found yet." The man argued. "The next historical first dragon is to show up in 20-"
The man's eyes met the young lad. "If what you're saying is true. Then the dragon would be a recent discovery. However, this baby must be brought here and tamed before it reaches adolescence. Otherwise, you will have to kill it."
"Our job is to exterminate not raise." The young lad in the cloak argued. "To hell with your history. This dragon's good as dead."
Shaking his head, the man crossed his arms. "And may I ask, how old are you boy?"
Lifting his head, the young lad frowned. "I don't believe that's of your concern."
Sighing, the man relieved his broad stance. "Who's your master?"
The boy's grin sharpened. "I believe you know."
Looking down at the set of books, the man sighed. "I see. Well to hell with ya. If a young lad like you noticed that means some of these older geezers have had a chance to notice and they haven't done anything..." He paused. "...yet."
The boy in the cloak grunted. "It's because they're lazy and don't care about the future of this continent."
"Or." The man sternly remarked. "The dragon's not a threat."
Slamming the door behind him, the boy closed his eyes and concentrated on his instincts. This dragon wouldn't get away from him. At least, not in his lifetime.
--
Mikey clicked the mask into place with a sigh. His blood had been boiling, he needed to get out of his room but didn't know where to go. It was still day time. Dorth was called back home for a moment. Which meant an hour or so before she would be back.
For the first time since she had shown up he felt the longing for her. It wasn't intense. Although, he still wanted to go on some vast adventure with her.
Stepping down the living room, Mikey laid eyes on his mother cradled in a pile of pillows. Mikey smirked. Her room would most likely be locked since she wasn't in there. Going back up to his room to retrieve a blanket, he returned and set it lightly over his mother's body. Sighing, Mikey wiped what wet tears were still on her face. He didn't want to hurt her. But this wasn't exactly something he could share. Sitting down in the small curve she left free, he ran his fingers through her hair.
His mother always played with his even though it was short. After a few moments of silence, Mikey sighed again reading aloud the note he was going to leave her.
"Mom, I'll be out for a bit. I should be back in time for dinner. Love, Mikey."
Locking the door behind him, Mikey thought of his mother's tears. Did Xeq and Vile go through this? He wondered to himself. Turning to face the street, Mikey froze. An unsettling rage surged inside him. The feeling he knew all too well. Gripping his fist, he headed towards the forest. It would take an hour to two on foot depending on his mood. In this case he would get there in an hour tops. He need to relieve this not force it.
With every step he felt the weight of the rage become heavier. But there was nothing wrong. Looking around as he walked, his vision changed to all sort of pigments that the human eye would ignore. No one gave off an angry vibe, no one seemed in trouble, actually, no one even seemed to notice him. Tapping his fingers on his side, he turned on the music on the MP3 that Vile and Xeq had given him. He had only added a few songs aside from Vile's Hard rock and Xeq's classics. Considering the relaxing feeling he would need, the music wasn't the choice of mood so instead, Mikey started a jog and continued into a sprint. Xeq and Vile could partly change easily, now it was his turn to master it. Focusing on his legs, he thought of the muscles he'd use in his wings. Feeling the burn in his legs he grinned, now he would get there in no time.
Although, the only problem was the temptation to fly. To jump up and tRánsform fully in broad daylight. That, he couldn't afford. Forcing down the urge he continued to run and he thought of Dofn and what she had been called back for.
--
Dröfn's eyes were full of tears. In front of her was her father tapping his foot in aggravation. Her sisters were scattered through the room.
"He's..." She stammer. "...i-in d-danger?"
Ægir Boomed. "MY CHILD WHY DO YOU FIND THIS A SURPRISE." He growled. "HE'S BOUND TO DO YOU AND YOUR SISTERS BIDDING UNTIL HE IS OF TWENTY FIVE IN THE HUMAN AGE." Ægir began to tap his fingers on his crossed arm. "WHAT MAKES THIS ANY WORSE?"
"Father!" Dröfn cried. "It's the fact that it's not us! Dying to our hands is the work of Gods. Dying because of some mere human. That's..!" She began to wale.
"QUIET." Ægir shook his head. "DO YOU WANT HIM TO LIVE THROUGH YOUR SISTER'S WRATH OR WATCH HIM DIE IN YOUR YEAR OF SERVICE?"!
"He's actually quite sweet, father." Dröfn said as one of her sister's wiped the tears from her eyes.
"DON'T TELL ME ABOUT HIS 'SWEETNESS'." He growled. "I THOUGHT I TOLD ALL OF YOU NEVER TO FALL FOR A MORTAL."
Defensively, Dröfn stood. "But father! He's a dragon! Not a mortal!"
"THE DRAGONS HAD AN AGREEMENT TO BECOME PARTLY MORTAL. HE IS MORTAL."
Dröfn shook. "What can I do to save him?"
"Nothing." Rán grinned as she entered from the back room. "Dragon Slayers can sense Dragons. Dragons can sense Dragon Slayers. They're bond to meet."
"But I don't want him to die!" Dröfn said, a couple tears falling again.
"NONSENSE. IF HE DIES THEN SOMEONE ELSE WILL HAVE TO PAY FOR WHAT HE MADE ME DO TO YOUR MOTHER AND YOUR SISTERS."
Rán rolled her eyes. "May I suggest the one who did it?" She growled.
"HONEY. I DID NOT DO THIS UNDER MY OWN SENSE OF MIND."
Rán glared. "You have no other sense of mind. You thought this whole turnout was a comedy!" She spat. "Now hush!"
Wide eyed, Ægir sat on his makeshift throne.
Nodding, Rán turned towards Dröfn. "Now, if you want servant boy to live you'll have to not help him. This a battle between Dragon and Dragon Slayer. This is not meant to be tampered with from the Gods. Solely because every worthy dragon does not killed so simply by a Dragon Slayer. Many slayers have fallen but so have many dragons. Do not interfere my doll, for if you do, you'll only hinder the strength he'll need for your sisters.
Dröfn frowned. "Then can I at least warn him?"
Rán shook her head in annoyance. "Are you saying that you have feelings for this mortal? You were always lost in 'love' my darling you need to learn when it is time to not fall so easily."
"He hasn't hurt me yet!" Dröfn said in tears.
"Oh but he will doll, he will. They all do. That's how mortals are."
"He's a dragon!" She screamed, feeling the rage of the waters above them.
Rán glared. "Alas, there is no reasoning with your stupidity. Go, Dröfn. See to your death."
Angered, Dröfn lurched forward. Wide eyed, her sisters watched as she turned into a cyclone and slammed against her mother.
Standing firmly, Rán shook her head. "My, my." She grinned. "Has he brought in some power within you?"
Dröfn strained, air bubbles surfaced, reverting to her normal form, Rán squeezed her neck.
"No child of mine, defies me." She hissed. Throwing, Dröfn back towards her sisters, who backed away instead of catching her, Rán snickered. "If he does live through this dragon slayer then see to it that his torture will be worse in your year and the years to come."
Shaking her head, Dofn Rán towards the walls of the room, made by the ocean that surrounded them. Slamming into one, she disappeared. She had to tell Mikey before the Slayer got to him. She never bothered to wear a human watch. But considering time was of the essence she'd ask him to buy her one if she got there before then.
--
Gripping onto one of the trees of the forest, Mikey dissolved it in aggravation. The rush of blood thirst dwelled within him. He wasn’t a murdered. Mikey shook his head, or was he? Laying down on the forest floor he looked up at the sky, if there was a way to calm him it was probably flying but then again, he wasn’t the best flyer. That was more up Xeq’s alley. This forest, it was his safe haven, and yet- he wanted to destroy it. Gripping onto the grass and crunching leaves, Mikey subconsciously started to chew on some of the fallen leaves. There wasn’t a taste to them, partly because he was using this method to help with the acid in his mouth, and partly because the leaf didn’t seem to have flavor anyways. Sitting up, he looked around for water. If he talked to it, which made his seem crazy, he might be able to reach Dröfn. Maybe. He knew if he headed to America the time difference would say otherwise. Besides, Xeq had come by recently, that would mean Vile would probably be doing something as well.
Standing, Mikey searched for the nearest water source. Remembering the location, he sat at the edge and took a moment to look at his true form. He was a dragon, not a human. Or was he? Mikey shook his head. Concepts wasn’t something Xeq and Vile hadn’t gone through. Looking out at the water, Mikey sighed.
“Dröfn… If you can hear me, somehow, could you um…” He frowned. “Maybe hurry up?” He smirked. “I sort of... “ He smirked. “Miss you.”
Materializing from the air, Dröfn screamed, landing directly on top of Mikey. Grunting, Mikey took in a breath. “This was not how I thought you appearing would play out.” He said laying his head down and looking up at the sky.
“So, what’d Ægir want?” He asked adjusting her so she wouldn’t be crushing his ribs.
Scrambling to her feet she pulled at his arms. “You have to get up, Mikey!” She exclaimed.
“You have no idea what kind of danger you’re in!”
Shrugging, Mikey looked at her hand. “Sorry of killed two of your boyfriends already. Lived through your father’s wrath. I think I’m good.” He smirked.
Tears collected on Dröfn’s cheeks again. “No!” She exclaimed. “I mean! Dragon Slayer danger!”
Mikey looked at Dröfn in confusion and silence. “Xeq and Vile haven’t said anything about those…?”
“It’s true! It’s true!” She exclaimed, trying to pull him up again. “Why don’t you believe me?”! She said, tears falling from her eyes.
“Uh-” He started, then sighed. Getting up, he pulled her in for a hug. “It’s not that I don’t believe you. It’s that Dragon Slayers don’t exist. I mean, otherwise Xeq and Vile would know.”
Soaking the front of Mikey’s shirt, Mikey held her. Smirking, closed his eyes to think.
Vör?
Ah, Mikey. How are you?
I’m alright, a bit angry for I don’t know why but I do have a question.
About your anger?
Well, no. It’s about Dragon Slayers.
Ah, what about them dear?
Are they real?
Of course they’re real darling! Why wouldn’t they be?!
Wide Eyed, Mikey let out a screeched resorting to his true form. No! Wha?! I didn’t! He thought and dived into the water, reverting to his reflectioned form.
Meeting Dröfn’s eyes and watching her tears fall she kissed his cheek and hugged him tightly.
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