Post by Arrow on Apr 22, 2012 19:35:35 GMT -5
Twenty Three Years Ago
Breathing heavily, a boy about twelve years old ran through the darkness of the forest. It was night time now and he had been running ever since he had walked in on his mother being murdered. He didn’t care too much, though, because his mother never loved him and he never loved her. All she did was sold herself for money and he was living practically on his own all his life. Right now the boy was running so that he, himself, wouldn’t be killed also. Yeah, he had a meaningless life of stealing and fighting in the lower slums, but for sure he knew he didn’t want to die just yet.
Suddenly he tripped over a root, tumbling painfully down a small hill. He kept hitting the stray brush and the branches were cutting his skin. He finally stopped rolling, but ended up running into something very study, yet it had warmth to it. Spitting out leaves he sat back, both eyes closed for a moment. His head was spinning and his body hurt every where. Watch were you’re going stupid elf The boy opened his eyes, blinking the fogginess from his sight. Before him sat a very beautiful and regal looking pale blue dragon with feathers running down its spine. Its paws were neatly placed under her body and its tail was split into three parts. It had enormous wings folded elegantly on to its back and its deep sapphire blue eyes staring at him. The boy shrank back from it, unsure what it would do to him. Would it try and eat him? Oh god no, you wouldn’t even taste that good. Again the boy heard the voice, but it was as if the voice was in his head. He looked around the forest to find the owner of the voice, his heart was racing so fast he could hardly think straight. “Who said that?” He asked through some shaky breaths.
The dragon stepped forward and looked into the boy’s eyes. This time he didn’t move. I did you runt. No one here but the two of us The boy was now a little confused. “B-but how are talking?” He asked breath now getting more clam. I’m you Beast numb skull The dragon growled The names Winter. You best remember it because I’ll be with you the rest of your life The boy was bewildered by what she had said. His Beast? He would have never thought he would get one. He was only a boy from the slums, the son of a prostitute. He wasn’t special. The dragon narrowed her eyes, and sat down Damn right you aren’t special The boy looked back at the dragon, no, Winter. He stood up and brushed off hit dirty rags he called clothes. Then he walked up to Winter and looked her straight in the eye. “I am ----” He said stating a name that was now forgotten. Winter nodded her head and her muzzle curled into a small dragon-like smirk. Now that’s more like it. Nice to meet you kid
