The Journey of the Reader

Chapter Seven: Shaping Up and Shipping Out

I wake to the sounds of early fanfare outside the tent. "Nngh.." I groggily lifted my head. "What is wrong with them?! Can't they see that people are sleeping!!" I met you at the doorway, appalled. "No, no...Not yet!!" I ran outside, grabbing their commander by the shirt. "What the heck is wrong with you?! We're not ready!!" He shook me off and continued. "HEY!" I smacked him, though he was unperturbed. "Grr..." I pull a golden gear from my pocket. It immediately morphs into a longsword. "Now," I said as I put my blade to his neck, "command your dogs back to their respective quarters, and you come with me." He did so, and with my other hand, I motioned for you to follow me. We arrived at the Battle Room. I sat him down. "Are. You. Insane?! Who said you could do this? I want to know!" He put up is hands. "Jeez, Ara! It was...Ugh...It was...Thomas. He said he'd throw us to the Greyfangs! He didn't look like he was joking, Ara. He was...insane..." He sighed, lowering his head. You laid a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Okay," I said quietly. "You're free to go." Once he left, you asked me if I had ever noticed anything different about him. "Well, his eyes had always been a bit of a darker gold than...Wait...That's it, isn't it?" I banged my hand on the table. "Of course. He's not a Goldforge at all." I sighed. "Thomas is a Greyfangs."

Hai there! I hope you look forward to the next episode (OF DRAGON BALL Z!! :D) of the Journey.
Regards,
~The Narnia Dragon