The Last Maoar

Chapter 2

"There is a prince by the name of Naos. He has golden-white hair with green eyes. He is the youngest son of King Eree. He was looked at by Silímun, the guy who 'looks' for bravery in a person. Silímun told the king 'Your son, Naos, doesn't have what it takes to talk to them. Simply put, he is a coward.' The truth was, Naos was scared of some things, but it wasn't right for Master Silímun to call him a coward in front of him. Naos was so heartbroken, he ran out of the room with tears in his eyes.

"At this time, Naos was only twelve. But he was determined to talk and associate with Maoars. So, he searched everywhere until he found where Silímun teaches the class. Everyday he would hide where he could hear the class. One day, he 'borrowed' a book. Luckily, no one was using that one. So, he was taught by Silímun, who had no idea he was teaching him, along with the others.

"Then, one day, it happened. Naos found a baby Maoar that had been abandoned. It was very weak, dirty, hungry, and needed attention. So he picked it up and took it to his room. He gave it some food, which it wolfed down until it was full, and gave it a bath. After all the dirt and grime was cleaned off, he could see that it was.. white."

"Mr. Harv? Isn't that the strongest one?" someone asked.

"Yes, Julia, it is."

"Whoa." she whispered to herself.

"He scrounged his brain to see if it was a male or female while it looked at him expectantly. It squawked at him quietly. He leaned closer to it and perfectly understood what it was saying. It said, "My name is Spria and I need you to hide me please. My father is after me and won't stop until I'm dead."

"Why?" Naos asked it, still not able to tell if it was a male or female.

"He wanted a son instead of a daughter." she explained, "Please save me. He's coming." and she collapsed.

"Spria? I'll keep you safe." he whispered to her.

"Then his father knocked on his door. "Son? Who are you talking to?" Naos looked around for a hiding place for Spria.

"N-No one dad. I'm talking to myself." and, finding a hiding place, invited his father in.

"Son, are you still upset about Silímun?"

"No, I got over that a while ago. But I still wish I could've done that. What happens if you find one?"

"Find what?" his father seemed genuinely puzzled.

"A Maoar. A baby one."

"Why?" his father seemed suspicious.

"Someone in Silímun's class came to me and asked me that."

"Why did they come to you?"

"Because it's homework assigned by Silímun."

"Oh. Well, I would feed it and take care of it, love on it, teach it, and always give it attention."

"Thanks dad!" his father left.

"Four years passed. Naos, his friends, Spria, and everything else grew. Then came the day Spria 'escaped' Naos' room. He woke up and, not seeing Spria in her usual place, freaked out. He frantically searched everywhere for her. He found her in the yard with the other Maoars. The ones Silímun's students were using. She was talking to them about owners. He hurried downstairs. Before he reached them, Silímun and his students had walked out of the building. Now, Spria has grown a lot, but not enough to be full grown. She's about a teenager.