Shattered (After Haunted Fanfiction)

The Mage's Hiding Place

Grayson woke up from a dreamless slumber to the sound of Armen playing in the living room. 

He stretched and got out of bed, and made his way out of his bedroom.

"So, what do you think we should do today, lil guy?" He smiled, and patted the dragon's head.

The dragon squealed, and nuzzled him.

But, for a split second Grayson could have sworn the little guy stiffened, as if he had had some sort of spasm or internal conflict.

But, that moment was gone, and Grayson decided he had imagined it.

"Okay, did you already have your breakfast?" Grayson asked.

The dragon nodded, and let out a little burp to signify that he had indeed eaten.

Grayson laughed, and pat the dragon again.

"So Armen, our friends kinda hung us dry yesterday." He said, in an overdramatized pout. "But today will be different! They'll come over, and we'll have the best of times!"

The dragon then nudged his leg, and nodded at the door.

"Hunh?" Grayson asked. "Do you want to go outside?"

The little dragon leaped at that, and ran over to the door, Grayson right behind.

Outside, the little Armen sniffed around, as if trying to pick up something.

"I swear, if you need to go to the bathroom..." Grayson muttered. "You woke me up at 6:00! You'd better not have to go again so soon...."

But the dragon did not have to. In fact, after a few minutes he dashed back over to Grayson, tugging at his pant leg.

"You want me to follow you?" Grayson inquired.

The dragon nodded, and dashed off into the woods, stopping only to check that Grayson was still following.

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Drake dropped the last few ingredients into a pot, and let it simmer there.

The potion's almost done! He thought, smiling. I'll finally be able to remember!

He strode over to his talismans, and took out the Water one.

Using its power, he summoned a small amount of water to pour into the chalice, and placed the now slightly bubbling pot next to it.

I just need to wait a few more minutes to add in the crushed Moonseed, and it will be complete!

He sighed, and remembered how he had left Grayson.

I didn't want to leave him! I just don't want him seeing what I'm brewing! It's personal! Otherwise I would have stuck around forever!

But he slightly doubted his words. In reality, he felt extremely awkward around Grayson. In fact, he felt extremely awkward being around anyone anymore. He was always too concerned with keeping himself safe, which he knew he shouldn't be. Herobrine was gone, the threat of death had faded, and everything was at peace.... But his mind was not. 

He sighed, knowing the nightmares that constantly haunted him would never cease, never fade, but still be an incessant burden for him to carry, Armen's death doomed to torment him forever.

So that's why he channeled all his fears and worries into the spells he cast, and the potions he brewed.

Suddenly, he heard a loud "Ow!" And a hiss, as someone hit his force field.