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The gift Leo looked at the large Christmas tree April had gotten for them. This was their first Christmas with a tree, and they were all excited. Mikey had spent all day decorating the tree with the lights and tinsel. April had made them chocolate Christmas cookies; but she wouldn't let them have any until Christmas day. Which was 5 days from then.
"Hey Leo, what's that?" Dog walked up beside Leo, staring at the tree. She had been sleeping for the past 3 weeks because of the prank with a sleep gun Mikey had hit her with.
"You're awake! You've been out for 3 weeks." Leo smiled at her, taking her hand in his. She smiled back at him, making a mental note to get back at Mikey when she was done talking to Leo.
"Ya, so why is this tree here?" Dog turned to the tree in question. It was so beautiful, with all the
TNG ch 8 Dog felt the stone walls that seemed endless in the small corridor that she and Leo walked through. Leo was holding her other hand and she could feel his small shaking. He was nervous and scared, and he had every right to be. The trials to become a dragon were hard and unforgiving.
"Dog, what is the first trial?" Leo asked, his voice trembling.
"Well, you got the best instructor here and he likes to start out with meditation. That should be easy right? When I was in your head I could tell meditating was easy for you. So you'll do fine!" Dog planted a kiss on Leo's blushing cheek.
"Ya, it is easy for me. Thanks Dog!" Leo pulled Dog into an embrace. She smiled, She always loves Leo's hugs.
Finally the two reached the training grounds, where a figure in robes awaited. They couldn't see his face, and he sort of looked like the grim reaper. But was missing t
Halloween song A heart torn to shreds with a thousand dreads is all that is left of the soul, when one heart withers another one hickers in the grand Newberry grove.
Don't be afraid oh small ones, for the heart is a fragile thing, one will fall another will stall and another will fall from its tree.
So don't be afraid when a heart turns to stone, for one does not know where the treacheries grow.
The darkness surrounds you and the boundary's astound you so don't ever go heart or the soul, for one shall destroy you and another shall shatter. Another shall rip through your soul.
So don't you decide it for your heart will divide it. For you will never wake up or take up the life of the dreaded and shredded.
So don't ever give up your soul.
TNG ch 7 The small boat bounced in the waves of the never ending sea. Leo was relaxing in the back seat as we sailed. We had come into the atmosphere of the dragon academy, which had a strange wind current that made it impossible to fly. My hair whipped in the wind as we got closer to a small island that held what looked like a castle.
"So that is the academy?" Leo asked behind me, looking both excited and scared with a mix of courage on his face.
"Yes, all dragons are born here. It usually takes us months to grow our wings and fly, but for a different creature it only takes a few hours." I explained. We were closer to the island now, close enough to see the fire lilies that I had planted when I was small.
Leo and I fell silent for a few seconds, neither of us speaking a word. He was worried about his brothers as I could tell. I smiled, his caring nature reminded me of my brother. I shook
TNG ch 6 Leo and Dog made their way through the clouds. You read that right, CLOUDS. Dog had transformed into a dragon, her scales were black with jagged red stripes down from her head to her tail, which was like a whip. Her gigantic wings beat the air as she flew, Leo couldn’t believe the beauty of it all.
“Wow Dog this is, this is so, beautiful!” Leo awed at how she could maneuver through the skies at amazing speeds, riding the correct currents, and being able to keep her passenger as safe as if they were on the ground.
“I know right? It’s so nice to be able to do this and get away from the city, you know?” Dog was always happy in the air, maneuvering through the skies like a Pegasus. She wondered how Leo would feel if he could do the same thing… the same thing! Maybe she could take him to the dragon academy and he could be able to fly as well!
Why A heart torn to shreds is all that is left
Of a once strong soul, churning in death
A death that none should endure the blue mask it wore covered in a different color
Yes, it hurt, why would it not? The time ticked away on the clock
Minutes, hours, days passed by before the turtle finally died
The brothers of this magnificent beast cried for hours, holding its body
Then the red masked one was all alone, holding a body of one once strong
He cried and cried and cried and cried and wondered why
Why a brother so strong had to be killed in a sad little song
The claws that killed
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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