Dragon Boy Excerpts

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"Well, I don't think dragons are so bad." Kye says. He’s standing next to her as she unpacks their picnic.
“I think they’re the worst things in the world! “She replies. “They steal the cattle and sheep and eat the shepherds.” her speed increases, “They go and raid cities and villages and steal from people. They burn all the soldiers who go to kill them! They eat the villagers that shoot arrows at them! They’re just big jerks!” She finishes in flurry. Her cheeks turn a bright pink when she realizes that she just went into a rant in front of the Prince. Kye peers down and grins at her flushed face.
“Well, some of them; but I know some who are hermits.” He returns to gazing over the edge of the cliff they’re picnicking on. “You know, I brought you up here for a reason.” Kye glances back at the accompaniment of soldiers and spots Roger, his secretary, in the center. They were still looking at Aly and himself. Not yet, he thinks.
“Are you going to tell me the reason you brought me up here?” She asks. She peers up at him, holding her hand above her eyes as a sun blocker.
“Not yet, but I will show you when the times right.” He plops down next to her, flashes a sparkly grin, and reaches for one of the sandwiches Cook packed.
“No!” she cries and smacks his hand away.
“Hey!” he exclaims.
“I’m not done unpacking all the food yet.” She states.
“Then by all means let me help.” He reaches for the wicker basket, but rubs his hand after he gets smacked again.
“You’re a Prince! You should not be helping unpack!” she was flabbergasted that he wanted to help. Nobody ever wanted to help her with anything.
“Stop smacking me! I invited you here, not the other way around. Of course I’m going to help unpack!” he snatches the basket before she can smack him.
Aly sat frozen for a few minutes. She was thinking about how other servants never wanted to help her but a Prince did. She jumps at the sound of his voice, returning to reality.
“There, finished!” He grins at the food spread before them. He glances at Aly, his smile fading away. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she says as she plasters on a fake smile, “Ohh, the food looks delicious.”
This time when he reaches for a ham and cheese sandwich, he doesn’t get smacked. He fills his plate up with his sandwich, salad, apple sauce and much more. Aly nibbled on a sandwich while Kye watched her. He could tell she was thinking, but he had no idea what about. Her eyes were glazed over, as if in a trance. Kye waved a hand in front of her face, she didn’t move. He turned around to look at Roger, for once, nobody was watching them.
“Aly, Aly,” he said looking at her, “Aly, Aly!” She jumped at the sound of her name. She glances at him; his eyes were sparkling with a mischievous glint. Automatically, she went on guard. Even though he was fifteen, she knew he could still act like a child sometimes.
“Yes?” she questions, a little mad at him for interrupting her train of thoughts.
“Did you change your mind about dragons yet?” he asks, grinning. Aly’s cheeks flush when she remembers her rant.
“I still don’t like them.” She answers meekly. He glances behind her again. Aly noticed the glint grow brighter.
“Ready?”
“For what?” her brows furrow together, trying to figure out what he was going to do.
“This!” Kye jumps up and sprints to the edge of the cliff. Turning around he grins at her wickedly. The strong wind picks up, making his cloak look like a full body halo. Then he spreads his arms out, and falls back.
"Kye!" she screams and lunges towards the edge. She has to crawl a little to get to be able to see. Gingerly, she peers over the edge and gasps at what she sees.
A black, sleek dragon soars through the sky; its scales have a blue and green undertone. It performs a couple of flips then flies up to where she's peering over the edge. Gazing into its eyes, she realizes that it's Kye.
She hears a commotion behind her.
"Dragon!" a soldier shouts. Automatically, arrows start zipping past her ears. Kye the dragon grins then drops out of sight.
“Aly, Aly, are you alright? Where's the Prince?" Roger yells, bounding up the slope. He looks like a rat, she thinks. He grabs her and pulls her away from the edge roughly, then starts shaking her. "Where is he, where is he?" he shouts, still shaking her.
"He...I-" she stammers, trying to think of a response, her eyes focus on an approaching object behind Roger. Roger, seeing her eyes still, twirls around; dragging her with him.
"Oh, thank goodness!" he exclaims.
"What happened?" Kye asks, his eyes sparkling with the mischievous glint.
“What happened, what happen!? A dragon just flew by and almost ate Aliason!” Roger shoves Aly towards the Prince; he catches her gracefully.
“Your father did not approve of the picnic but you still came! We are heading back to the castle immediately!”
“Aly and I never got to finish our picnic.” He says. Aly’s mind goes foggy, but she has one clear thought, His arms are so strong. Then she faints, in the arms of Prince Edric Nathaniel Kye Daragon.

NEXT CHAPTER

“Where am I?" Aly mutters as she pulls away from unconsciousness. She rubs the sleep from her eyes and sits up.
"You are in the Servant Corridors of my future Castle." says a voice. Aly gasps, she wasn't expecting an answer. She looks over to see Kye lounging in a chair next to her bed. His favorite cloak, the one with the greenish blue lining, is flung over the back of his wooden chair. He’s holding a book she recognizes, but she can’t remember the title. Her brain is still a little foggy. Finally, she lets her eyes slide off Kye. She pans the room, nobody else is there.
Allowing her eyes to rest back on Kye, she asks, "How long have I've been out?” She was still trying to remember the name of the book he's holding.
Kye’s eyes flicker up from the book, but he continues to read. "A few days, but he Doctor wasn't worried. He said it just seemed you went into shock." He flicks another glance at her but again, continues to read.
In a sudden burst of memory, she shouts “You’re a dragon!”
“Shush!” he holds a finger up to his lips, facing her. “Not so loud, you’re the only one outside the Royal Family who knows; and by the way, I’m not a dragon.” He says returning to the book. “I can just transform into a dragon.”
“A beautiful dragon,” she sighs.
“What?” he asks, a smile playing across his lips. He tries to stop it from showing but has no success. A huge grin expands across his face, showing off his perfect, white teeth.
Then she has another burst of memory.
"That's my diary!" she yells at him, "give it back!" she grabs it out of his hands before he can register what was happening.
"But I haven't reached the good part yet!" he exclaims lunging for it. He only get’s one knee on the bed, but that’s enough. She tries to hold it high above her head, but even with the disadvantage, he can still reach. His hand clasps around the old book. He glances down at her, the sunlight reflecting off his eyes. Aly thinks, his eyes look like a cross between diamonds and sapphires. He holds her gaze. She feels his grip on the book releasing. His hand slips from the book to rest on her other side. Aly’s breath comes in short, quick breaths. Kye’s mimics hers. He starts to bring his head closer to hers, stopping, retreating, and then starting again. His lips are only a hand width apart from hers when they hear the creak of the old door opening. Both turn their heads to see who’s disturbing them. They see a foot enter the room. Aly doesn’t know who the foot belongs to, but Kye does. He leaps up and swivels on his heel. He stands with his hands to his side, and then moves his right arm up to his neck, rubbing the birthmark there.
Roger enters the room and bows, “Your majesty, the King and Queen would like to see you in their Private Chambers.”
“Thank you Roger, tell them I’ll be there in a moment.” Kye responds.
“Certainly, your majesty.” He bows again as his backs out of the room, shooting an accusing look at Aly; as if he knew what was going to happen if he hadn’t interrupted.
Kye turns around and grabs his cloak. He flings it over his arm, then turns towards Aly; replacing his hand on his neck as he does so. He opens his mouth, pauses, and then snaps it shut as he turns and darts out of the room.

[Jazzie]

*keeps going down* Aw, no more?

P.S. WRITE MORE! *bangs keyboard*

[peppertopepsi]

Was it better than the last one? The other one was more of just a rough draft.

[Jazzie]

It was better than the last. And rough drafts are pains but they're so useful.

[peppertopepsi]

It took me hours to revise that, it went from three pages to six. You won't be able to wait for what happens next.

[peppertopepsi]

BUT I WILL NOT TELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm not going to post the whole book. But I might send some of the people on here a free book if I get it published.

[Jazzie]

*kicks everyone out of the line* Outta my way! I'm getting the first book!

[peppertopepsi]

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This is chapter one:

CHAPTER I

The sounds of the festivities drifted through the open door. This time, the town wasn’t celebrating the death of a dragon; but the engagement of Prince Edric Nathaniel Kye Daragon. Every door in the town was open, allowing people the privilege of free drinks and food. This was one of the days were poor and rich were all treated the same. There was only one group of people that were being treated the same as always, slaves.
Aliason was a slave to one of the richest households in all of Miracseper, the Chahut’s. Aly was carrying a very, very heavy glass tray of white and red wine. Skilled in the technique of dodging drunken guest, she didn’t’ spill a drop. She glanced out the window to see most of the towns’ people marching down the streets, shouting. Over and over again they were chanting “Long live Prince Edric!” It was at that time that one of the worst things possible to happen happened to Aly.
CRASH! A drunken guest had gotten into an argument about the Prince. They other drunken guest had shoved him, straight into Aly. She had stumbled and dropped the very expensive wine and tray. Some of the glass shards had gotten through her shoe, cutting her feet. Tears started dripping down Aly’s cheeks, not just from the pain of the cuts, but what she knew would happen next.
She glanced up and saw Master Chahut striding towards her. Even in their drunken state, the guest parted, allowing Master Chahut to walk even faster towards the distress slave.
Master Chahut’s face was contorted in anger, his ears burned bright red. His wrinkled skin was flushed. Clenching and unclenching fist moved in motion with him.
“Aliason, what happened?” Master Chahut’s asked through clenched teeth, his stained voice was barely controlled. Knowing better than to answer, Aly just bowed her head, tears still streaming down her face. She could feel her pony tail slipping loose, soon her bright red hair fall over her shoulders. The consequences for that would be even worse than the broken tray and glasses. Slaves were not allowed to have their hair down in front of a man, unless it was covered. If that did happen, the slave would have all her hair shaved off, and a big X burned into their scalp; preventing any hair from ever growing in that spot. She prayed hard that it would not come loose.
“Thirty-nine lashes on the back.” Master Chahut said, “For we all know that fifty can kill a man, and forty a woman.” He glanced at one of the male slaves standing on duty, David was his name. “You, there, take this witch,” he spat at the word, causing another slave dive and clean it up. “Tie her to the post. Give her thirty-nine lashes on the back.” He glanced at Aly again. “Bare back.” Aly winced. Then Master Chahut walked away laughing, acting like it was all a big joke, but David knew better. David grabbed her arm roughly, dragging her from the room; knowing that Master Chahut would be watching.
Outside David let go of her arm. He fetched a length of rope and bound her arms, above her head, to the lashing pole. In her ear, he whispered, “Why Aly, why?”
“You think I did this on purpose?” she hissed. “I’ve had enough lashes that I would never willingly volunteer to be lashed.” David finished bounding her arms then split the back of her shirt with his hands. He looked at her scarred back, she had gone through so many lashes that she had lost count. Back he stepped with the lash, raising it over his head.
“I’m so sorry.” David whispered, and then let his hand snap forward.
CRACK! It made a sickening noise when it made contact with her bare back. She winced but did not cry out. CRACK! Aly bit her lip, drawing blood. CRACK! She whimpered, but again did not scream. CRACK! Now the tears flowed freely, down her cheeks and David’s. They were best friends.

It went on for thirty-five more times, but she refused to give pleasure to Master Chahut; who was staring out one of the windows, watching, counting. She absolutely refused to scream.
After the thirty-ninth lash, David let his arm drop. “I’m so, so sorry.” He whispered again. He took controlled steps towards her, knowing that if he rushed, it would make Master Chahut angry. David unbound Aliason’s arms; she leaned against the cool, metal pole, allowing it to sooth her burning back. She gasped in air; she hadn’t even realized she’d been holding her breath. David stored the lash and rope coil, and then came back to her. Aly’s eyes were closed, her breath uneven. It tore him apart seeing her in this much pain but he knew he couldn’t act upon it. Gingerly, he lifted her into his arms, taking care not to split open the old wounds. Aly wrapped her arms around his neck, her eyes still closed. He brought her through the kitchen, so none of the guest would see her.
Cook, who was being over worked just glanced and asked, “How many?”
“Thirty-nine.” That was all David said. You could hear Cook’s sharp intake of breath.
Cook whispered, “Fifty enough to kill a man, forty enough a woman.” Louder she said, “I’ll go get the Doctor.”
“No.” a curt voice said at the door. David swiveled on his heel in surprise; wincing when he heard Aliason whimper. Master Chahut stood in the door way, an empty wine glass in his hands. He looked unbalanced. “She should pay for what she did.” He swayed a bit as he said this.
“She could get an infection.” David responded in a low, controlled voice.
“She’d deserve it.” With all that had happened, David could take no more.
“No!” He shouted, “She will be visited by the doctor, no matter what you try to do to stop me!”
“Who should pay for the bill?” David was caught at this. For you know, slaves don’t get paid.
“I recommend, unless you want to take the whip, you seize talking.” Master Cha hut continues. David lowered his head and squeezed Aly closer to his chest. She murmured something, but he couldn’t hear her.
“That’s what I thought.” Master Chahut said with a smug smile. David glared at his through his black hair that had fallen across his face. “Take her to her bed and lay her on her back.” With that’s, he walked out to say his good byes’ to the guest; for it was almost three in the morning.
David took Aly to her bed and did lay her on her back; after he had coated the bed with ice. Cook came up after all the guest had left and ordered David to leave. She cleaned Aly’s wounds the best she could, for she was a cook, not a Doctor; and changed her ripped shirt. When she came out, David was sitting in the hall way.
“David, you have to get some sleep.” Cook said.
“Can I go in?” He asked.
“No, she needs sleep, just like you. Go.”
“Just so I can say good night?”
“No.”
“Please?”
“David, go to bed!” David finally submitted and walked down the hail way, kissing his fingers and placing them on her door before leaving.

[Jazzie]

Damn. What a tough life. SO cruel.