Oh my lord... 1,000 reads already? I'm amazed that something as small of an idea as this turned into something a little bigger.. thank you guys so much for reading this fanfiction! I would say more but I'm very tired and just.. looking for energy lol.
I moan in agony. Wasn't I dead? Why does my head feel like it's fixing to explode? Death was suppose to be painless so why was it so painful?
A small whimper escapes my lips followed by something large, judging by its footsteps, walking towards me. At first, I thought nothing of it, until the events from my tribe's feast replayed in my head. I quickly open my eyes and sat up. The whole world spins as I look at very familiar claw.
"Urgh!" I screamed, scooting back. Every bone in my body ached and screamed in protest with each little movement. I glance down and saw weird markings on my hand. Terrified and confused I continued scooting away.
"Would you just stop. He won't hurt you!" A small accented voice fills the dark temple like room. I froze, wide eyed staring at the figure that drops down from the leg of the beast. "Trico is very friendly. He won't be a threat to you as long as you aren't a threat to him."
"B-but.." I swallow hard, unable to finish the sentence. The boy was rather short and rather young but his sky blue eyes held years of wisdom behind them. His pale white skin held the same black markings all over his arms, legs, and neck.
The beast, Trico, lowers his head down to the boy, whining. The boy chuckles and rubs Trico's soft, beak like nose. I stare in fascination at the two. They must have a strong bond if the beast trusts this boy that much. But then I noticed something that set Trico apart from the other beast that had attacked me.
"Wait... Why doesn't this one have armor?" I ask slowly. I could see the boy tense up. "The one that attacked me has armor on it, but th-"
"Trico is different from the other Tricos." He states bluntly. Upon hearing his name, Trico laid down, staring at the boy the whole time. "The other ones are under somebody's control, Trico however is not under anybody's control. Nor does he have any armor."
The boy was hiding something, I could see it in his eyes, but I pressed no further. I watch as the boy rubs his face against Trico's side laughing. His green hair mangling with the gray feathers of his companion.
"Hey..." I ask hesitantly. Instantly both sets of eyes were fixed upon me. I swallow hard. "I.. um.. my name is Mark... what's yours?" I stutter. The boy sighs and rubs Trico's side with his hand. In return, Trico yawns and lays his head on his front two legs.
"My name," he pauses, still rubbing the beast's side. "My name is Jack."
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His Name Is Jack
Fanfiction*DISCONTINUED* Legends are meager little stories that the elders tell the children in the village, mostly to keep them from doing bad things. However, one story in particular stands out to Mark Fischbach. A particular story about a boy and his "guar...
