Sanders Sides (and more) One Shots

Monthly Foe

Roman was in the Imagination battling the Dragon Witch. There really wasn't much malice in the battles. Whenever Roman won, the Dragon Witch would be dead for a while and remain in a hibernation state in their cave until their next fight. Whenever they won, Roman would limp back home to take care of his wounds and go over what to improve on for the next battle.

On that particular day, Roman and the Dragon Witch were partaking in a battle, which wasn't too abnormal for them. However, Roman dropped his sword randomly and crouched over in pain. The Dragon Witch looked confused as they saw this.

"What's wrong with you? I haven't even used my claws yet," they claimed.

Roman was still in pain as he looked at his opponent.

"What day is it?" he asked.

The Dragon Witch seemed confused, but told Roman. As a result, they were faced with a panicked prince. He snapped his fingers to get to his room and returned in front of his opponent a few minutes later. They were evidently concerned when they saw him.

"Sorry about that. I just... I just lost track of my days. Expect me to be M.I.A. for a few days," Roman told them.

Within Roman, they were able to pinpoint the source of the pain.

"That time of the month?" they asked.

Roman looked surprised at the words that came out of their mouth. He was trying to come up with a retort for the sake of dominance, but just looked down and sat on what was initially their battleground.

"Nobody else knows, not even Remus. If you don't mind, I hope to keep it that way," the Prince proclaimed while still dealing with cramps.

The Dragon Witch looked at their opponent who has bested him many times before. They always thought that only the other Sides had the luxury of seeing him so vulnerable. They hated that their only acceptable activity where they could be sharing the same space had to be cut short and hated the fact that Roman was choosing to go through his monthly hardships alone without someone to cling to. They lied down with their body surrounding Roman, much to his confusion, and nudged him with their nose.

"You don't have to deal with this alone. I won't tell the others, but I will help you," they told him.

"How would someone like you be able to help me?" he asked them.

"Because I'm not just a dragon, remember? Look, I'll come by to help you out in the guise of you spending time with a friend. You might not notice my arrival at first, but I'll make absolutely certain you'll know it's me," they explained.

After a while of lying down on the ground together, Roman teleported himself back to his room. He was curled up in a ball on his bed and felt disgusted with himself, nothing new for him at that point in the month. However, he couldn't help but wonder how the Dragon Witch would help him go through with his problem.

The next day, Roman tried not to slouch in pain as he went to the kitchen to succumb to the munchies. He sat down at the table after grabbing a jar of Crofters and snapping his fingers to use it for jelly donuts.

"Hey, Roman, are you expecting company? This person, Eragon, says you were expecting them," he heard Patton say.

Roman looked up to see whom the person in question was and saw a young-looking person with a yellow shirt, a maroon skirt with black tights and black boots, really short white hair, black-framed glasses, and eyes of purple and green. He looked at the person for a long while and his gut was telling him to trust the person.

"Oh, yes, we met at one of the neighboring kingdoms while I was bringing a damsel home. We haven't seen each other a lot due to conflicting schedules," Roman claimed as he walked towards Eragon.