After spending most of the night walking around in the rain, I went home.
"Where have you been?" Lord Avondale asked, looking up from the table as I closed the door behind me.
"Out," I replied, hanging my hat and jacket on my old suit of armor by the door. Pausing a moment, I ran my hand over the helmet. The armor was very powerful since it was made out of the skeleton of my father--the blue dragon council elder.
"Doing what?"
"Thinking."
"About?"
"Bishinen."
"...Why?"
"Because."
"That is not an answer."
Removing my gloves and looking at the network of scars on the fronts and backs of my hands and wrists, I replied, "Do you remember that night when Bishinen and his white dragon lackies infiltrated my father's castle and killed the three dragon hatchlings that had hatched barely an hour before?"
"Yes. You were nearly in over your head fighting eighty--"
"Eighty-three apparently."
"Eighty-three?"
"Yes. Chazu said there were eighty-three."
"Where were the other three then?...And what would Chazu know of that night?"
"He said he had a spell cast on himself to make him look like Bishinen."
"What? Why!"
"I don't...I don't know."
Getting up and pacing, Lord Avondale looked at me and said, "I can tell this is tearing you up inside. On one claw you want to get revenge for the hatchlings because they were murdered before they had the chance of doing anything. On the other, you don't want to attack your friend Chazu."
"He says he followed Bishinen's orders because he thought the hatchlings looked like the ones who destroyed his village."
"Is he aware that Bishinen used a Forbidden Spell on his own children to turn them from white to black and sent them to attack neutral villages? To gain their alliance with himself against the black dragon?"
Turning to look at Lord Avondale, I said, "I didn't know that. I thought that it was really three black dragons that did it."
"Then perhaps you ought to tell him so," Lord Avondale said. Guesturing at the suit of armor, he added, "And I think you should wear that."
"Why? There's no need of it on this planet. All the Dragon Slayers I've come across are incompetent fools who barely know their left from their right."
"I heard a distant rumbling from near town," Lord Avondale said. "Something tells me that if you go about adventuring you will want the armor."
"Okaaaay," I said, putting on the armor. Grabbing my strongest Louie and Dino, I headed towards town.
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The closer I came to town, the brighter it became--windier too. Knowing something bad had happened, I hurried to check on the homes of my friends while muttering, "Why can't they live far outside of town? Wasn't the falling of Gambino's tower last year enough to drive them out and away?"
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And that is a tracing of my hand. I do have short stubby fingers. The nail on the middle finger doesn't really look THAT odd, but I had already inked it that way...and as an afterthought, I realize I should have given the skin under the nails more pinkish and a little white where the nail stops being attached to the finger and forms claws. Oh freaking well. ^_^