The Dragon Warrior [Completed]

Jen?

I was glued to the spot, not wanting to move, talk, or even breathe. Did he just call me Jen? I can't even rememb-

Another memory hit me straight in the head.

9 year old me was in a playground that looked somewhat familiar. I was sitting inside of a sandbox, making what seemed to be a castle.

"Hey Jen! Come push me!"

Some boy from my past was sitting on a swing, motioning for me to push him.

"Why do you need my help? And stop calling me Jen. That's not my name."

He frowned upon me saying this, but then smiled instead. His electrified yellow eyes seemed to know me too well.

"If you push me, I will let you play with Blackbird."

At hearing this, my tiny self instantly got up and sprinted towards him. As I approached him, he straightend up, as if getting ready for me to push him. Instead, I gave him a good, hard shove and watched as he fell faceforward on the ground.

"Why did you push me off?" He asked, massaging his head.

"Because you told me to." I said

He then paused for a moment and then asked;

"What about Jenna? Do you like that knickname?"

I thought for a moment.

"No. I liked the knickname Jen better."

His face lightened up.

"So, can I call you Jen?"

I just stood there blushing in front of him.

"Can I at least call you something?" I asked

He smiled and blushed as well, his eyes covered by his hair.

"Maybe."he said, getting up and pushing himself on the swing.

"I thought you couldn't push yourself Tay- tay!"

"I just wanted to test your strength- and dont call me Tay- tay. Call me TB." He said while smirking at me.

Taylor got off of the swing and did a little jig as he started to pull my arm.

I called out to him, but he just ignored me and kept pulling on my arm.

"Shhh. Be quiet. If you keep talking, you won't be able to see it." I kept quiet as he whistled softly

He was awarded a with a screech, much louder than his whistle. Following that noise came a small, yet powerful-looking silhouette. My 9 year old self seemed to recognize the figure. It turned out to be some sort of black peregrine falcon. It was young, describing the size and formation.

"Blackbird meet Jen, Jen meet Blackbird." My past self admired the gentle creature. My small hand slowly reached up to touch the falcon's beak. It cooed as I pet it's soft black feathers.

"Jen."

"Yeah?"

"Can you promise me something?"

"What?"

Taylor leaned over and whispered into my ear;

"Promise I can always call you Jen, no matter what happens."

"Okay. I promise." I paused for a moment.

"Pinky promise" I said while closing his pinky onto mine