The Scar of the Dragon (Youtubers AU)

Chapter 1

A small paw steps out of the cozy warmth of it's hiding place, and then another. The dark brown nose sniffs at the air, and the ears slightly twitch. Silence presses around the creature as it takes another tentative step before it pauses again. It waits and listens. Heartbeat racing in it's tiny chest as it makes a decision to finally run. A blur of dark brown fur and white padded feet move through thick underbrush to the other side of the clearing. The black eyes widen at the sight of it's resting spot surging in front when a soft sound cuts through the air and strikes the poor rabbit just under the hind leg. It screams, head thrown back in blinding pain, and rolls to the soft emerald ground of the forest, still alive and panting.

Slender feet hit the ground from above, landing like a shadow and walks towards the little one as it bleeds. The wet crimson drips slowly into the dirt just below, and the arrow sunk in so deep that it takes effort for the pale fingers of the elf to pull it out. The rabbit cries out again, eyes bulging in fear and chest heaving as it looks up at it's killer. The hair is red, long and tied back neatly in a braid that goes down to his waist. The eyes, bright blue and at the moment narrowed in concern. Usually Sean is an incredibly good shot and is able to kill without a problem, but not today it would seem.

"Prince?" a soft voice rings out, and Sean turns his head.

"Over here!"

Another elf appears in the clearing, his blue eyes darker and red hair much shorter. He also carries a bow and quiver of arrows, though the feathers are dark blue instead of the bright green of the prince. Sean bends down to examine the trembling rabbit as Robin moves to his side.

"It can be put out of it's misery fairly quickly, sire," Robin mutters, his voice laced with empathy.

The prince shakes his head as he reaches into a small pouch on the belt loop of his pants and fishes out a small handful of what looks like sparkling white sand. Robin makes a small noise in his throat, but the other elf ignores him as he sprinkles the substance on the small being in front of them. In what seems like just a moment the deep wound caused by the arrow seals itself and the rabbit gasp, it's legs flailing as it gets to unsteady feet and races away, as if the entire thing had never happened.

"The king is going to be furious that you used heal powder on - "

"I'm aware of what my father thinks," Sean cuts across the other elf, and Robin stops speaking at once. "But if I'm such a shitty shot to not be able to properly kill a meal, then I should pay for that misfortune, and not the creature."

Robin winces at the language, but knows better than to say anything about it. Sean's love of the human curse words shouted by the men of the nearby village is almost as severe as his enjoyment of disobeying the king. Sighing deeply, he reaches out a narrow arm to help the prince properly to his feet. The day is growing darker, and the way back home is a long way off. The two move swiftly up a nearby tree and begin to leap from tree branch to tree branch to gather more ground. Forest elves were built for this kind of getting around, and Robin puffs as Sean begins to pull away from him.

"Prince, please slow down," he wheezes as he almost misses the last tree branch as barely catches himself before he fall out of the tall tree completely.

There is a giggle and Robin sighs again, realizing that Prince Sean is finding all of this way too funny. By now he's just a small bright red dot so far away from the other elf that he might as well be by himself in the forest. With heart hammering Robin pushes off with sturdy legs and is gaining, his quiver of arrows banging angrily against the middle of his back as he moves.

It is only when the red dot stops and grabs at his back that Robin realizes that something is wrong. The slender legs of his prince buckle underneath him, and the prince is grasping onto the bark of a thick tree to keep himself upright.

"Sean!"

The other elf scrambles to reach him and is just able to grab a hold of the sleeve of his narrow brown vest before Sean falls out of the tree to the ground. The bright blue eyes are rolling back in his head as he shakes like a leaf in Robin's arms and the other elf screams. With an incredible amount of strength Robin is just able to take a firm hold of the other and leap onto the forest ground, face panicked as he looks over the unconscious prince.

Placing a palm onto the forehead Robin pays him on the ground and tries to see what happened to cause him to stop and almost fall to his death. Sean is taking deep steady breaths as his eyes open wide again and opens his mouth wide in another scream. Robin watches in bewilderment as Sean sits up and pulls at his shirt and until he is bare chested and trying to feel the middle of his back.

"It burns," he screams. "It fucking burns. What the fuck hit me?"

Sean turns over so that Robin can see his milky white back properly and the other elf gasp, his hand over his mouth. In the middle of the back of the prince, just between his shoulder blades is a large black scar curved at a sharp angle. There is a fine dark green mist that is floating above the surface, as if it was seared into the soft flesh to keep it from bleeding.

"Robin," Sean asks, his tone almost terrified, "What is it? What do you see?"

The other elf blinks, thin lips pulled into a frown.

"I don't know, my prince, but it looks...like the scar of a dragon."