//------------------------------// // Welcome to Darkrise part 1: Spike // Story: Dragon's Tale: The city of Darkrise // by IMN //------------------------------// Wait, what are you doing? Stop! You’re killing him, you’re… “OUCH.” It hurts, it hurts everywhere. I think I just woke up from a very bad dream, but the pain from suddenly waking up feels like my body is being torn apart, wait, this feels soft, it feels like I’m on a bed, where am I? “You’re awake.” Who said that? I glance over the room I am in, it’s made of wood, wood floor, wood ceiling, wood walls, with a window on the side letting the nightlight in, oddly enough, it reminds me of Golden Oak library. There are a few lanterns around which are shedding dim light that seem to break the darkness just enough for one to see, but not enough to become a bother for those who wish to sleep. That is when I noticed them, they were two, a baby dragon? No, I think it’s a she… yep, definitely a baby dragoness, judging from her size she might be my age, and behind her is a dragon that looks to be a bit older than her, actually he definitely looks older than me, but not by much, wait, why is he tied up? The baby dragoness kept eyeing me coldly, her frosting gaze felt like daggers are being sent to my soul. I simply smiled back, and gave her an innocent wave. I don’t know what’s going on, but after what that last dragoness did, I don’t think I ever want to get on the bad side of the females of my specie. She walked toward me, and now I start to notice other things, from what I can tell, I think her color is ice blue, with white spikes on her back, her eyes are also of the same color as her scales, and for some reason I keep looking at her tail, why am I looking at her tail? I mean it is a normal dragon's tail there is nothing special to it. Suddenly she jumped on the bed then walks toward me, our faces meet; she smells minty fresh. I shifted uncomfortably at her invasion of my personal space, “Um, hi?!” I said, trying to stay polite, hoping she would go away. “You’re a guy.” … Well duh, and you are a girl. and there is a dot of light flying next to you, if we are going to state the obvious at least make it something interesting. “Why are you a guy?” Oh great another crazy one, where do they come from? Haven’t I been tortured enough? “Hey Sparky,” she turned to the dragon tied up behind her, “Why does Wound want to replace me with this dragon?” “Um Frost?!” the voice came from the dot of light that is floating behind the dragoness, who is now called Frost it seems, “No one is trying to replace you,” I heard that voice before, that distinctive bell like chirp, I think he’s called Tinkerbell, “He’s the one that Wound brought on her latest excursion, the one Starlight asked for.” “LIES.” Frost yelled, then jumped toward the floating light, the moment she touched it, it turned into a sword!? Landing gracefully on the far end of the bed, she pointed the golden sword at me and hissed at apparently no one, “She threatened to disown me if I ever play with her organ collection.” Organ collection? Is that why Wound brought me here? “And now she brings another baby dragon, keep him in HER room and treat him like a little brother.” When did that happen? because I don’t remember it ever happening. “And you expect me to believe she doesn't want to replace me?” Oh boy, I think it’s time to run. “And you.” She jumped toward me, landing softly in front of me; I pulled back, my back toward the wall, whimpering just as she pointed her sword at my throat, and as if she was reading my thoughts she said, “Don’t you dare think about running.” “Yes Ma’am.” I gulped. She is scary, I want my blanky. “Crazy much, princess?” Came the sudden voice from the tied up dragon, wait she is a princess? “And here I was hoping you might turn out not a sadist freak like Wound is.” “How dare you badmouth my sister,” Frost, who turns out she is a princess, suddenly turned toward the young dragon, her fury is almost palpable. “She is my sister way before she was yours,” He replied sarcastically; dude you're tied up, you should't be that smug, “I can badmouth her however I like.” Frost suddenly jumped off of my bed and ran toward her brother, but just as she is about to reach him, the young dragon suddenly burst into lightning, knocking her on the ground and turning the sword into the dot of light that it used to be. I heard the young dragon yell “RUN,” as he tried to untie himself from his awkward position. Well he doesn't need to tell me twice as I immediately jumped from the bed and landed on my foot. Pain shot from it as I yelped and fell on my face. But there is no time to think about that, I need to get out of here, I picked myself up and ran like crazy toward the door, not daring to look back.