Spike: The Last Draconian

by Maneiac


In the Days of Old: Part 2

Dameion

        The ground thundered underneath Dameion’s feet as he charged Thessolonius head on, completely disregarding the constructed bow in his foe’s hands. All he would have to do was either duck or jump to either side in order to dodge it, right? No damage will come from an arrow that can’t hit you. As he quickly closed the distance, Thessolonis’s smile began to dwindle into boredom. Was the Fencing Captain of Solomon High really going to resort to such a disrespectful attack like this?

        “You have some serious bravado to be charging me head on like that,” Thessolonius called out with amusement as he drew his hand back, forming an arrow from the string and arming himself as he aligned his shot, “But I’m afraid that gratuitous amount of ignorance will only lead to your defeat.” He released his aura covered hand as a green flash flew through the air. Dameion felt something pass through him as he stopped in his tracks and inspected his body. How fast did that arrow travel!?

        However, there appeared to be nary a scratch on him. Smiling in relief and amusement, Dameion began laughing at Thessolonius. After the long and drawn out moment of joy was over, Dameion stared into the very depths, of his opponent’s eyes.

“Is that all the esteemed and prestigious Archery Club can muster!? I’ve seen the plethora of awards for first place in nearly every competition as I walked down to the gymnasium! There was no way you could’ve missed that shot!” Dameion snapped as he began walking to close the rest of the distance. He was going to end this in one blow.

“You’re right,” Jessy said with a smug smile, “I didn’t.

Dameion’s eyes widened in shock and pain when he heard a disgusting splat come from the wound he had already sustained before the challenge. There, sitting perfectly wedged into the hole, was a medium-sized, magical lime-green arrow. It hummed deeply, almost like it was reverberating with an echo. The odd part was in the fact that it didn’t hurt him. Like, at all.

“W-what...is the meaning of this!?” Dameion stuttered as he tried pulling the arrow out, only to yelp in severe pain when he tried to do so. Thessolonius lowered his bow and adjusted his glasses with his free hand before answering his adversary.






“That arrow is called Deadweight. It’s an arrow that has had two times the amount of accelerating wind magic put into it, causing the nigh-impossible speed you’ve just witnessed. That arrow is also infused with Sloth, a type of black magic that inflicts my opponent with slowed reflexes and speed. In other words,” Thessolonius paused as he raised his bow once more, preparing himself for the final shot. His eyes narrowed on the arrow that had lodged itself in Dameion’s left pectoral muscle, “That arrow is just a portable bullseye!”  Jessy yelled as he let another arrow fly. In mere moments, it connected with the previous arrow in Dameion’s chest. They fused together as an ear-shattering whistle broke the silence outside the gymnasium.

The color of the arrows seemed to brighten as the whistle increased in volume. Then, the arrows imploded in Dameion’s chest, causing him to keel over and yell in absolute agony. As he was writhing and wailing on the ground, Thessolonius evaporated his bow and walked forward. He walked until he got right above Dameion’s face.

The prince was now hyperventilating in pain as he gave a sinister death glare at the arcane archer. “I hope you don’t hate me for this outcome. I’m actually the captain, of the Arcane, archery club. That being said, I expected much, much, more from a fellow captain. You’ve certainly caused me great dishonor with your unwillingness to draw your blade. This victory in itself was nothingness, Dameion. And for that, praise your deities that I didn’t turn you into a pincushion.” Rising to full height again, Thessolonius began walking away from his downed opponent.

Before he was out of Dameion’s sight, he raised a hand into the air in a haphazard farewell as he walked through the gym doors. Artemis’s scarlet hair flooded Dameion’s vision as she fussed over his body with her hands. The wound looked like someone had shot a cannonball through the left side of his body. It was a miracle that his left arm and wing were still attached. She was sobbing quite ferociously as her frantic voice snapped Dameion out of his thralls of pain.

“Oh Day-Day ,I told you that fighting Jessy was a bad idea! Now look at you! You look like a dragon’s leftovers!!!” She wailed with Dameion as she touched one of his wounds. It was almost comical, the amount of emotion she was showing. She wasn’t even injured! At the same time, however, it was also endearing. Dameion struggled to regulate his breathing pattern, which was critical in slowing the blood flow in his now shattered body. Speaking of blood...

The ground beneath Artemis and Dameion was literally flooded, with blood. His, blood. That wasn’t good, no matter how you looked at it. He could see the darkness beginning its clambering at the corners of his eyes. He could feel them fluttering open and close. Artemis was slapping him in the face, calling for help. Before he passed out, a feeling of pure cold gripped his whole left side. He turned his almost-closed eyes to his injured half, coming face to face with a blade of cold steel.

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 “SKIES ABOVE!!!” Dameion shouted as he awoke in surprise. He seemed to be getting knocked out a lot recently, which is very irritating to him. This time, he awoke in an all white room with padded walls and he was resting on a metal cot. The sheer luminosity of the entire room as a whole, casted a glare that was also very irritating to him. Dameion proceeded to look around the plain room. It was almost as if he was confined in a comfy prison cell.

A glare from his right caused him to look in that direction. There was a draconian leaning against the padded wall with his right foot’s bottom placed flatly against it. His arms were folded and he had the school’s attire on. His scales are a crystal-blue, which was highlighted by his deeper blue eyes. A blanket of snow, cut short, matted his head in a fancy style. Whoever this guy is, he seemed to be having quite an unpleasant day.

Dameion tried calling out for him, but his voice was too raspy and he ended up sounding like he was going to die from dehydration. The unknown draconian heard Dameion’s ugly cry for attention. He turned around and faced Dameion as he kept his distance.

“You’re an ass.”

Wow. His first time meeting this guy and that’s what he has to say!? Dameion’s face contorted into a scowl as he tried to rise from his position on the metal cot, only to discover large black bands of leather over his blanketed body.

“Why would you charge in against Thessolonius without your sword, Dameion!? Do you know how much fucking shame you brought on the rest of us!!?” The draconian yelled with all the venom he could muster before inhaling deeply, then exhaling painfully slow. Whoever this guy is, it’s very obvious he has some anger issues. Ironic, given that his color’s all have ties with the ‘cool’ ones on the color wheel.

Clearing his throat to attempt communication, Dameion responded back with just as much venom. “What gives you the right to tell me that, you whelp!? Mend your tongue less I rip it out of your skull!!!” Dameion yelled back with a primal glint in his eye.

“IT’S MY RIGHT BECAUSE I’M THE FUCKING LIEUTENANT TO THE DAMN CLUB, DAMEION!!! YOU BETTER FUCKING GET YOUR SHIT STRAIGHT BEFORE I BREAK BOTH YOUR TESTICLES WITH A BALL-PEEN HAMMER!!!!” Dameion’s cheeks flapped about as he was yelled at in alarming volume. That shouldn’t be normal for any draconian, speaking on such a magnitude of voice! What’s this guy’s deal!?

If what you say is true....then I must apologize.” Dameion’s words caused the draconian to do a double-take. “You see, I never knew I was the captain of a club here. What I did must’ve severely hacked our honor to pieces. For you to be so passionate about this, I’m sure you were hurt the most. Henceforth, I apologize to you...?” Dameion trailed off, indicating that the draconian’s name was lost on his tongue.
“It’s Zerris, Dameion. Zerris Hex. And....I apologize as well. Such words should’ve never been projected towards one with higher rank than me. Don’t think I’m done digging in your ass though!” Zerris added hotly as he sneered at Dameion, causing the latter to snicker on the inside. Underneath this guy’s attitude was a surprisingly caring heart. Who would’ve thought!

For a while they sat there, staring off into space. The silence was broken when Zerris turned his head and snorted, now looking away from Dameion’s position in the center of the room. To say that it was awkward would be a very big understatement. In fact, the situation’s awkwardness levels was kicked up even further when they both made eye contact for a second time. This caused Zerris to start tapping his foot against the marble flooring as he quickly turned his head away from the prince.

Seconds turned to minutes as minutes turned to hours. They stayed in that room for what felt like an eternity until Zerris, once again, broke the silence with a yell of frustration and boredom. His gruff voice not matching well with his young features, but it did match his sourpuss face that only a mother could love.

“Or a female that enjoys abusive relationships outside the bedroom.” Dameion inwardly quipped as he closed his eyes for what felt like the hundredth time. Zerris had explained that the room they were in contained very potent Healing Magic, which was a neutral elemental type. Staying in the room for more than three days could be fatal, due to the fact that absorbing too much magic can cause any draconian to implode without the proper training.

Dameion couldn’t stop thinking about his subordinate and that was irritating him. He only just remembered this drake today and now he can’t get him out of his head.

“I’m happily hetero, so there’s no way it could be that.” Dameion punctuated with a frown as he still kept his eyes closed. Maybe it was just the fact that they were club mates and seemed to hold a deep-rooted respect for one another. A type of respect that was made by enduring countless struggles together and smiling in the end. “Or grimacing in Zerris’s case.” Dameion snickered as he thought that. He was actually in a good mood for once. Like, a legitimately good mood.

“Since I'm not injured and staying in here for prolonged periods of time doesn’t do me any favors, I’m just gonna go outside the room for a little bit. You know, so I won’t die watching over your sorry ass.” Zerris said with anger in his voice. He was clearly upset about the whole fiasco with Thessolonius from earlier.

“Before you do, Zerris, please come over and remove these restraints. I would appreciate it greatly.” Dameion said as Zerris’s right eye twitched in rising fury. Why was the captain being such a retard today!? Those restraints aren’t even strong enough to hold back a hatchling! Giving a heavy huff and pout away from Dameion’s eyes, Zerris turned and walked to the cot.  

     

 

        
        
“You know, I want to snap your neck so bad right now.” Zerris said as he leaned down and removed a leather restraint around Dameion’s left ankle. Dameion sighed in relief from the easing of pressure off one of his joints, earning him a disgusted glare from his lieutenant.

“What, does a guy untying you turn you on or something!?” Zerris asked with little anger and disgust hidden. Dameion chuckled deeply as he was just presented with an opportunity to upset him further. He didn’t know why, but seeing Zerris angry gave him extreme joy.

“A little higher, you big strong drake you. I want to feel, those masculine hands all over, my legs.” Dameion laughed as he was shook by his neck instantly by a now seething Zerris.

“What the actual fuck is wrong with you!? Stop acting like a faggot and behave yourself you undercover sphincter squisher!” Zerris yelled in his face as Dameion continued to laugh. This moment of bonding was interrupted when a door opened behind them and another draconian walked in with her head held high. It was a her based on her apparel.

She was wearing a low-cut black and green dress. Her scales looked smooth and glimmered in the heavily illuminated healing room. The dress left little to imagination as she approached, the top of her tan breasts and cleavage barely being covered. Her eyes were a beautiful sunfire orange that seemed to radiate joy and good-will. Red dots aligned the top of her tail, which easily swayed along the ground as she made her way over to the cot. She put her slender arms behind her back as she roughly bumped Zerris out of the way before leaning down close to Dameion’s face.

He didn’t know who this female was, but she was quite attractive. Her breath smelt of fine wine, indicating that she had just eaten lunch. This led Dameion to believe that it was now noon or some time after. That’s when he noticed a key-feature that helped him identify this female. That key-feature was her deep, rich, scarlet hair.

“Ar-Artemis? Is that, you?” He asked, completely thrown off kilter at his friend’s change in appearance. She frowned at him, throwing him further out of his comfort zone.

She’s never frowned at me before!!? What did I doooOOOOHHH!!!”  Excruciating pain rocketed through Dameion’s body as he felt something enter his chest wound through the covers. As he cracked one eye open to investigate through the pain, he saw a needle being held in Artemis’s hand protruding from said chest. The vile instrument was now empty. She took out the needle and dropped it on the tray next to his head.

This gartered Dameion’s attention as he turned his head to look at where the clang of the needle sounded from after dropping. He wished he didn’t do that as he saw the piles; literally, piles of emptied syringes.


“All done Day-Day! Oh, and if you’re wondering why I look like this, it’s because I normally get ogled at in school due to my...pronounced, beauty. So, I invented a spell that lets me change my appearance during school hours! There was even a time where I had to kill a drake for thinking he could cop a feel without my permission! ” She laughed at this. Dameion and Zerris laughed too, although their laughs were forced and drenched with nervousness. Either Artemis noticed and didn’t care, or cared but didn’t notice. Putting her arms behind her back once more, she put on her trademark smile as she leaned over again.





























“It’s also time for you to get some more rest. The doc said that if you tried getting up right now, the pain would feel like getting your whole left side put in a blender!” She cheerfully broke this horrifying news to Dameion. Zerris snickered as he noticed Dameion’s face after being told that, skewed in fear and apprehension.


Dameion then felt the familiar feeling of going under again. It was that syringe! There was sedative in it! Not like it was a problem when he was surrounded by draconians that genuinely cared for him. He happily accepted the slumber that came easy to him as he closed his eyes. He was asleep in mere minutes.

Once she was sure that Dameion was completely asleep, she stood straight up and balled her hands into fists. The amount of pressure that she was using almost caused her to poke through her own scales. Tears came to her eyes as she began sobbing uncontrollably, falling to the floor on her knees with her balled fists being the only support to her body. Zerris merely walked over to her and gathered her in his arms, allowing him to be used as a makeshift pillow.

“I-it’s because...It’s because I’m weak that he’s so banged up!” She said between gasps for air. Zerris hugged her tighter, pressing her firmly against his chest as she continued to sob.

“It’s because of that reason why you had to step in! He could’ve died and it would have been because of my helplessness! I should just keel over in a ditch somewhere and die!” She exclaimed loudly, causing Zerris to cover her mouth with a crystal-blue hand.

“Shut the hell up, Artemis. No one want’s to hear you moan and complain all through the day. Wipe your face and let’s get out this room before we spray it with our bloated innards.” Zerris rose from the ground with Artemis in tow. Sniffing twice, she wiped away the stray tears that were still on her face.

“Aw, Zere-Bear, you really know how to say nice things!” Artemis wrapped him up into a bone crushing hug. Zerris’s face became quite comical as he suddenly found his oxygen intake cut. He struggled against her for five minutes, turning a deep purple in the face before he simply tickled her armpit, causing the unnaturally strong female to drop him with a laugh.

Popping his right arm back in place as he rose, Zerris quickly gave Artemis his signature death glare. “Do that again and I will gut you like a cod.” He said matter-of-factly. He then proceeded to turn on his heels and head for the door, leaving it open for Artemis. He stood next to the hidden door with an impatient look on his face as she continued staring at Dameion.

“BRING YOUR ASS ALREADY!!!” Zerris shouted in his amped voice when Artemis didn’t break out of her stupor for a while. With a loud yelp of surprise, Artemis quickly rose from the ground and made way to the door. On her way there, she fixed her black hat on top of her head. With one last glance at Dameion’s slumbering form, she flipped the light switch and walked out as Zerris shut the door behind her.