Dragonheart

Chp 3. The One Who Stands Alone

FakeAmourshipper: Why haven't we been on Wattpad today?

It's 'cause I was feelin' sad.

Agent 4: That makes sense.

Samson: Yeah.

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Weightless, that’s the feeling that possessed the 6’1 young man in his current training exercise. This was all about dealing with water pressure and he had been at it for 2 hours and 25 minutes already. A small vine held his left ankle 15ft under the water, the device in his mouth providing him with fresh air.

This was the soon to be 15 year-old Jason Silva, the only year-round camper. The camp directors had made an exception for him after the ‘Incident” that cost him his family, home, and scarred him for life. He was 11 when he lost it all in the middle of the fall, so they allowed him to go to camp year-round until he was 18. This allowed him to get better training and he had jumped at the chance, because he had known the truth from the minute those men broke into his house. Malum was returning and his servants had destroyed everything Jason had, to ensure that his return was successful. But he had survived and most thought he was dead, not even the campers knew he existed.

He often hid the scars on his face, back, and chest by wearing his armor constantly, but that wasn't the case right now. He was only wearing his armor implanted jeans and black boots with dark blue laces. His slightly tanned skin, heavily muscled body and shoulder length black hair floating aimlessly in the water. Finally he had enough, opening his light blue eyes as he brought his hands towards his face. Using his left hand he lit up the screen on his green watch on his right wrist, telling him the time was now 7:45. That meant the campers were at dinner on the second day of camp and that he’d been under for 2 and a half hours now.

Unconcerned Jason shot out of the water and onto the edge of the small lake hidden deep in the woods that surrounded the camp. He stood up and walked towards his small cabin, that blended so well into the woods at first you couldn’t tell it was a cabin. As he was the only camper that stayed year-round, he was the only one who slept in this cabin.

Inside the cabin to the left of the entrance was a small wooden round table with four small wooden chairs. In the center of the back wall was a small inactive stone fireplace. To the right of the entrance was a small kitchen with wooden cabinets and a wooden ledge. In the center of the room were two small couches one was light blue and the other was a light green they faced each other with a small wooden coffee table in between. His small bathroom was behind a door on the left side of the back wall. On the other side was a door to his bedroom and armory.

He walked into the bathroom and looked at his reflection. He still wondered to this day why he didn’t have wings like the other half-dragons. But he still had a tail and unwrapped it from his around his waist, it was shaped like an iguanas, 3ft long, emerald green on top with a navy blue underside. He took the strange device out of his mouth and grabbed a towel to dry himself off.

After wiping the excess water from his body he threw on a black tank top that he had left in there and walked into his bedroom. On his bed was his weapons and several metallic objects that he clipped to his body. One band on each of his wrists, a band on both upper arms, an amulet around his neck with a peridot in the center, a band around his forehead, and a thick belt. Then he tapped the peridot and his armor started to form, his arms became covered in small scales, his chest and back became covered medium scales, then large scales on top of his abs, upper chest, and shoulders. The scales were all metallic emerald green that didn’t seem to reflect light.