The Dragon Warrior [Completed]

He Arrives

Bree looked at me in confusion.

"Your brother?" Her face was caught in a whirlpool of confusion.

"Yeah. I mean, I think so..." Even I was taken aback by all the sudden information.

Memories then flooded into my brain

My eight years old self was sitting in the backyard late at night stargazing alongside my brother. His arm was wrapped around my shoulder, protecting me from the cool October breeze.

   "Look! Doesn't that look like Estefano?" I wiggled my finger at the sky.

"Si y eso - he pointed to a jumble of stars to the left of mine- se parece una águila. Verdad?"

(Yes and that looks like an eagle. Right?)

I could see my tiny head tilting left and right.

"I- I can't see it!" My voice was high pitched and confused.

My brother smiled and adjusted my head so that I could see what he saw. My eyes opened as wide as saucers.

"I see it! I see it! I see la águila!"

Just seconds after seeing it, a cloud appeared, covering the view.

" W- where did it go?" again my voice was thin and frail, as if I would break into tears any second.

"Is fine. Coming later." his English wasn't that good and still had an accent latched onto it.

My sleepy eyes slowly closed as I rubbed my eyes and yawned.

"I'm sleepy" I said, telling him his mission was complete. He had succeeded in putting me to sleep. He slowly yawned, while carrying me to my bed. Just as he finished tucking me in, there was a knock at the door. My brother looked at me worridly. I pretended to close my eyes and quietly snore. He smiled and kissed me on the forehead. He then rushed out the door and closed the door behind him. As quietly as I could, I got out of bed and opened the door. Leaving it ajar, I followed the direction my brother had went in. Listening closely, I positioned my back against the wall right next to the stairs leading to the living room. From the sounds of it, there were two men. One was busy reading the words off of a list in front of him, while the other was checking out the house and writing down notes on a clipboard. My brother only silently nodded, putting on a very good poker face. Even though he was probably a master at it, I could still tell the feeling behind his face. He wasn't happy and didn't want to agree to whatever they were making him do. He then began to walk upstairs, startling me. I ran towards his room, the wrong choice. He was going there too. Hiding in his closet, I could hear my brother's footsteps coming closer and closer. Drowning out the suspense, he just sat on his bed and sighed, head in hands. I slowly stepped out of the closet, trying hard not to make a sound. Unfortunately, I slipped on a misplaced sock and fell to the floor with a thud. Surprised at the sudden movements, my brother's head jerked up and almost collided with the lamp next to him.

"Que haces aqui?" His eyes were sad and hurt.
(What are you doing here?)

Ignoring his question, I asked my own.