13I actually had someone reveiw that I was taking so long to update...I have to say...my stories are never FRIGGING AWESOME and I don't see how people can like them. But obviously 'Wolf' has showed me differnet. Thank you. (And, you've waited 1/2 a year ^^; Sorry)
Casting shadows
Crysalisse charged at the greater dragon, not even caring so much about the gaping faces all around her. In her dragon tongue, she spoke her mind.
"I'm not gonna be defeated by you again!"
Both dragons got on their hind legs and thrashed at each other, the larger scaring her on the chest, causing her to tumble to the ground. Cysalisse landed right in front of Beau, who, of course, was also shocked by the revelation.
"Why aren't you helping, Beau?"
Beau quickly shook his head, and used it to get underneath the others shoulder, helping the young 'twin' up onto her feet.
"Who, exactly, are you?" He growled quietly.
"And what do you want that is so great you pretend to be the dragon of legend?" Deception growled not-so-quietly, causing Moordryd to try and calm her down.
The young dragon didn't particularly liked being questioned by these two elders. She looked over for any movement from her rider, who still lay motionlessly on the ground. Sighing in defeat, she meet Beau's eyes.
"Will you help me if I promise to tell you later?"
Beau looked from Deception, to the riders, finally to rest upon the dragon that was gaining on them.
"As long as they'll be a later," he quickly eyed Crysalisse suspiciously, then forced all the mag he had to get the bigger dragon away, who staggered back a few steps from the impact.
"Is that all you got. Go on, turn into you're true forms, I can take it." He taunted. He swung his tail around, causing the dragons to scatter and separate.
"Who is this freak show?" Deception roared, barley escaping the claws that were about to rip her apart.
"His real name Thealis, but his new master has called him Kirrar. He's big, he hates to lose and he's-" The young Crsalisse was cut off by the claws that hit her with a powerful force, knocking all breathe out of her already weakened body.
Beau growled and quickly looked back at the humans, then at where the spectators were supposed to be. Apparently, they had all fled, and with that thought, the dragon smirked at a realisation. He looked at his rider straight in the eye, as if trying to send thoughts through a small crack of a link.
'Come on, Arthur. It's time.' As if by chance, the human nodded and turned to the white haired individual.
"You thinking what I'm thinking, Pain?"
"Only if you are Pen. Release the Shadow!"
"Release the dragon!"
In a flash of purple and gold, the two humans and dragons transformed in to their ancient forms. With they're roars, the stadium seemed to shake. For the first time, the black dragon seemed to be impressed.
"Well, the ancient dragons from 300 years ago. Their reincarnates, I assume-" Suddenly the eyes of the dragon seemed to change from their dark red to a sightly yellow colour, that of a sun hidden by the clouds."...Beau?"
Beau blinked at the figure before him. It seemed that the human also sensed the dragons discomfort, for he pressed a button which electrocuted the giant. The dragon turned and made a retreat, only stopping when he finally reached the top of the stadium.
"We will meet again...and Crysalisse...don't make the same mistake as last time. you know what I mean."
With that, he left, only his dark presence lingered.
But all through this Beau couldn't help but ask himself...did those eyes...ask for help?
Any ideas for how to continue this story will be put into consideration. Happy plot-bunnies :D