WingWard

Consenderation

"Mommy, what's a Counterpart ?"

"Well, a counterpart is a dragon that is tied to a human, kind of like how Mortsyks is tied to King Dean."

There was something next to mom.

"They're best friends!" She exclaimed.

"Yes, they are." Said mom smiling lovingly.

I could see the thing next to her now...

"They came up with the whole program to promote friendship between humans and dragons." Continued mom.

It's that dragon-eyed kid from the markets, he didn't have his hood on so I could see his boyish face.

"Sooo... Who's my counterpart?" asked little Cathie.

What's he doing here?

"His name is Levarg, I met him once, he's stormy grey and reminds me of reading on a rainy day," she said like she was in a dream daze, as they passed under the shadow of the castle courtyard arch.

Not the arch, not again, please wake up.

"How big are his wings?" She said, jumping with her hands in the air as if trying to take flight.

No, please no, wake up already.

"You'll see soon," she smiled.

That's when the 6-year old version of me saw a black dragon on the arch.

The demonic dragon swooped down and grabbed my mother by the shoulders, the screaming began and all the feelings of being abandoned as a child came flooding back.

"Wake up!" I tried to scream.

The dragons shot into the sky after the black dragon, the guards dressed in red and orange ran to screaming six year old Cathie.

Dragon-eyed boy, was crying...

A familiar, sharp pain jabbed into my left forearm.

"Ow" I said, with the strange sensation of déjà vu I get every single morning.

"You really need to find something more creative to say," said Levarg casually. "I really think 'ow' doesn't cut it."

"The dragon-eyed boy was in my nightmare," I said, changing the subject (not that I don't want to talk about things to say when you're in pain).

"Did he say anything?" Asked Levarg with a slight inquisitive hiss.

"No" I said.

"Oh that's a shame," said Levarg with a thoughtful look, "speaking of dragon-eyed kid, we still need to figure out what to do with the scroll he gave us."

"Why should we do anything, it could just be a prank."

"I doubt it," said Levarg, revealing he had the scroll in his clawed clutches,  "there's a concealment spell on this, plus that kid was seriously ominous."

"Sooo... The scroll has a spell on it so that it only shows it's message to the one it's for?"

"Yes, the humans used similar spells in the war, so that if the messengers got attacked by dragons there would be no chance of them obtaining information, regarding it wasn't just burnt to a crisp" lectured Levarg, "it's one of the only spells humans invented."

I don't exactly care about stupid spells, there's one, possibly two, mysterious shadowy small children with dragon eyes,  threatening to eat me, possibly.

"Do you think they're actually going to eat me?" I asked.

"Depends," he hissed in thought, "but don't worry I'm sure you'll be delicious."

Well that wasn't very helpful or reassuring.

"Ok, so supposing that little dragon eyed kid and one of his creepy friends is seriously going to eat me and that this is not some messed up joke, how do we get this to King Dean, you know, with him being a King and all?"

"Uh... We ask nicely." He said.

"Ha, ha, very funny. " I said, my voice dripping with venomous sarcasm.