Ninjagaësia

Legend

(I can't draw humans for the life of me. Also, 7719 words! Enjoy!)

Jay had not lived for very long. He was new to life and the grand scheme of things. No longer quite a child- he was 14, of course- but by no means someone who had witnessed many things. He had never seen a miracle. He had never even seen magic in the years he had lived in this valley.

He was currently staring at the impossible.

On his desk where he usually tinkered with small projects lay the cyan and yellow stone; broken. Rolled over on its side, shards surrounding the large hole on top of it.
And there was something large under his bed, sneezing and bumping into the mattress. He could see a strip of bronze hair sticking to itself as it hung off something silvery-blue.

Finally, the tail retreated under his bed, jolting him out of his freshly woken stupor as he tucked his legs underneath himself, nervously peeking over the edge. Eventually a small, tapered snout peeked out from beneath him, revealing metallic silver eyes and a shiny bronze mane that currently hung in moist clumps as the creature looked up at him curiously.

Jay flinched back, shoving himself against the wall as he debated what to do. He had a baby dragon in his house. In the village. It was squawking, crawling up the bedframe and staring at him with enormous eyes. The dragon was much longer and thinner than he imagined, wing fingers split into individual paddles with the third forming the unbroken plane of skin that was the rest of the wing. The skin was a vivid cyan like the egg, though the long fingers were a brilliant gold, as was the damp fur going down its back.

The thinly plated scales on its belly were closer to yellow, like the sun- save for a single, unusually large blue scale on its chest, ringed in metallic gold and smaller blue scales. That one lacked the metallic quality of the other scales, instead sparkling with a richer hue.

“Okay. Yeah. You want this room? You can have it! I can leave! You'll have the whole room to yourself!” He whispered cheerily to it, eyeing the door nervously. The cat-sized reptile let out a reedy whine, mouth open like a baby bird's.
It suddenly occurred to him that it might be hungry.

So he started inching to the side, intending to get off the bed behind it, but the birdlike eyes followed him, front talons looking like an unsettling blend between human and bird as it pawed the air near him.
“O-okay, I'm going. I'll.. get you some of the meat from the hunt?” He offered, hesitantly offering a hand and hoping it wouldn't bite.
The long neck bent forward, sniffing curiously before leaning into his palm- pain.

Agony shot up his arm, every muscle clenching at once. Electricity seared his nerves, mind whiting out for possibly hours or minutes, he couldn't tell. His lungs spasmed, unable to draw in air as he collapsed.

Jay woke up again, feeling sore from clenching everything so hard as he tried to sit up again. Except, sitting on his chest, sniffing his face, was a dragon. He stiffened in alarm, feeling something brush up against his thoughts- and it wasn't Zane.

He knew what it felt like when the maybe-spirit touched his mind. It was strange, like the sound of a lake frozen in winter or snow dropping off of shaken branches, like the aftermath of a blizzard. Not this zapping, jumpy power that felt like a thunderstorm.

He could feel a ravenous hunger that wasn't his own as the dragon shuffled on his chest. It didn't want to leave, but was hungry and expectant.
Okay.. this was weird. He was still feeling a buzz in his chest and a tingling in his lips. His tongue was fuzzy.

Jay finally decided to reach for the baby, flinching a couple times before touching it without pain. Of course, he was a little distracted by the new splotch of silver on his palm, before returning to the task at hand: picking up the noodly dragon and figuring out how to feed it.