the gaurdian of dragons

 koromo sat on the hill of which his first dragon had left him. he held in his hand the
meddallion kaiba had given him. it was the sign of the imperial dragon keeper. he
wondered what the stone was that kaiba gave him. thousands of questions of the
gifts he’d been given by the old, wise dragon, flooded his head. koromo took out the
many-colored stone suddenly the stone’s colors began to shift, he suddenly saw
himself being taken inside his mind, just like how when kaiba communicated with him.
he heard it talking to him.
 it said “put the rainbow to your name.”
 koromo wondered what it ment. he would sleep on it. ever since kaiba left
him he hadn’t been able to sleep, knowing for letting a imperial dragon escape, the
toll was death. the next morning, hegot up and went hunting for food. all he could
find was a few mushrooms and a bunch of pine needles and berries for his tea. as he
eating he remembered that the medallion had some characters written on it, maybe it
was his name written in dragonian or something.
 he got the stone and took the meddallion from his neck. he touched the two
together and yelled in pain as the two grew hotter. he threw them down.
 ”lets not try that again,” he said as he looked at the black marks on his
hands.
 ironically, they looked like the words on the meddallion, and … a dragon. he
tried to find out how it happened, as he looked closer and closer, he could see a large
landscape. he stopped looking so close and then he suffered the same sensation as 
before. he looked and the burns were glowing. his pupils dissappeared, and the stone
started talking to him again.
 ”bring the rainbow to the place of lossess and memories.” it said.
 the thought of the place brought tears to his eyes. “Kaiba!!!!! why must you
lay such a burden on me, i’m only 11 years old, i can’t be an imperial dragon keeper,
why!!!”
 he couldn’t hold them back any longer, he ran to his hut and cried. he
made his mind up, he needed to go to the place where kaiba flew. he needed to go to
huan lan, the dragon land.      
 he bathed before he started out for food. he picked up his few
possessions, and started on the walk. he figured it was 10 and 2 o’clock, he never
bothered to learn math. koromo started on the walk to the half heaven gate, that was the portal
to huan lan.
 everytime time he put his hands together, they burned like when he put the
necklace and the rainbow rock together. everytime the rock talked to him. all it said was “put
the rainbow to your name… bring the rainbow to the place of lossess and memories.”
 he thought those very same words over and over. until he addedd the word rainbow
in front of stone. that ment that the rock was the rainbow, and his name was on the back of his
meddallion, and the place of lossess and memories, is the place where kaiba left him.
everything fell into place.
 he had already eaten breakfast, and midday meal. he thought he would camp out
for the night at the hill about 5 miles from the gate. that way he’d be at the peak of the two
mountains that day.
 by the time he’d gotten to the hill he had already heard the stone talk at least a
dozen times. he needed to find a way to talk back to it. he remembered that he could talk to
kaiba by talking in his mind. maybe he could try that and tell it to shut up, he knew what to do.
 ”hey! yeah! that could work!” he said out loud.
 so he clapped his hands together but it didn’t work. he looked at his hands and the
scars began to dissappear. he tryed touching the meddallion and the stone again, relievingly, it
worked but he didn’t get scars.
 ”no!!!!” he yelled, so loud that the village inbetween the two mountains could hear.
 suddenly he woke up to find himself tied up, and being brought in a carriage with 10
imperial gaurds in it. his hands were tied together so they burned red hot. the heat had already
charred the ropes, and probably some of the seat. he moved his hands away from eachother
and shot out a ring of energy that he never saw before, knocking all 10 soldiers off there seats
one of the still conciess uninjured ones ran at me at stabbed there sword into my cheek, i shot
another one, and felt a trickle of blood go down my lip. i burnt threw the ropes and ran. he
looked in his bag for his bandages, but found something else, scaly and small. he pulled it out
and it was a… baby dragon.
 ”oh…no, so that’s what you were an egg.” he said to it.
 he reached into his bag and found the cracked fragments of the stone, colors gone.
he tryed to talk to it and it said “bring me to the half heaven gate.” he said
 ”that’s what i’m doing, do you want to go back to your father?”
 ”yes.”
 ”what is your name, dragon?” he said.
 ”i am clyona”
 ”so your a girl dragon, great.” he said sarcastically.
 ”and what is wrong with being a girl dragon?!?!?!?” she said with a small puff of
smoke.
 oh…  nothing, nothing. i just have heard that raising girls is harder than raising
boys,” koromo said.
 ”untrue”, she said.
 clyona raised her wings, and started to chase komoro around in circles. they both
laughed as they chased each other around. they stopped chasing eachother and koromo forgot
to show the sign of the imperial dragon rider. so he did and clyona said “i didn’t know
any more dragon riders existed. it is your duty to raise me, and ride me to the island of the
golden dragon, you will live for thousands of years komoro, you will be nearly immortal.”
 ”okay, i accept the challenge, but first we’ll have to find a home. there is money on
our heads” he said.
         they eventually found a newly abandoned hut in the desert of kai chan. it had a
food chest and everything even a straw matress. they slept together, komoro slept on his side,
clyona slept curled up in a knot like form.

corneleus’s diary

dear journal
i am corneleus talthon. i was recently held hostage by some drunk merchants. i’ve escaped but mistook this island for a populated
one. it wasn’t. this is day 4 of my journey of this island. i’ve been scouting the entire island. there is a volcano ast the top i’ve
befriended one of the native tribes here.

dear journal
this is entry 2. i’ve found an abandoned settlement of the busamzic tribe. according to the tribe i befriended, who’s name i can’t
write or pronounce, said that they conquered the busamzic tribe 45 moon’s (nights) ago. i was escorted here by them.

dear journal
i have just found someone, a guru, i think, he’s wearing a mask that is so big it cover’s his entire body all that you can see is
his arms and legs. he’s sitting in a meditorial position. i tapped his shoulder and he fell, i took the mask off him and it looked like
all his blood was sucked out of his face. his eyes were open, i closed them i decided to burn the body. it was the most humane
way to get rid of it.

dear journal
it is day 7. i am growing weary. from all the survival stories i’ve read, i learned a lot. tonight i’ll make a snare, hopefully catch
something. have i ever  told you my carreer? i’m an american  scientist.(i was in africa at the time before the kidnapping).  my
life’s work (or at least dream) is to create a suit of robotic armorthat can do amazing things, like project force fields or use sound
as a weapon. who knows? i might think of something in this forest. maybe blue prints? i donno, we’ll see, i guess.

dear journal
 in the snare, i caught a chinchilla, i checked it for rabees and fortunaetly the thing didn’t have the deadly disease. i’ve
learned how to gut animals from watching man vs. wild so much. it was a good meal.