#jinglong

I have no name for this :P and I'm bad at writing Jinglong/Misa basically Warning: blood, death Misael ran as fast as he could, running away from danger. The neighboring country always did this from time to time. They send arrows flying, occasional catapults sending balls of burning twigs, or sneaking in and burning down the buildings. Misael hated the arrows out of all of them. Burning arrows or not, he hated them. He wasn't sure why though... Today was the catapults. You could see the smoke from a distance. Peoples screams could be heard even from the far away forest Misael was in. Misael felt tears stream from his eyes as he thought about how many people would die today. How many babies and children like him who didn't make it into the forest? He kept running, branches smacking his face, leaving bruises and maybe even scars, making him cry more. He had to run away everyime the other country did this. It had taken both his parents lives already. Thunder boomed in the sky. Misael guessed the smoke was already too much for the Sky god to handle so the Rain god is here to help him. A raindrop fell on Misaels nose. He wiped it with his hand and whispered and thank you to the Rain god. He stopped running and just walked, waiting for the smoke to clear back with the others. He looked around, seeing that none of the other children seemed to be near by. That was the drill when this happened; the children must run to the forest for safety. He stepped on a few small puddles as it started raining. He didn't hear any of the children either.... Misael was one of the oldest of the apprentices. Apprentices where children from six to twelve learning the skills they need to survive. Misael was ten, but he was one of the strongest apprentices. It was weird how the forest was suddenly so quiet. After a while, he decided he should pay attention to the Rain God. Maybe that's why he hasn't seen anyone... He was still worried about the others, but he started following the direction the rain was going. He then stood next to a small stream flowing in the opposite direction. Misael crouched down and dipped his finger in the water. He had learned lots of things about signs the Rain God gave to hero's and warriors in history. It didnt bother him to taste the water. It tasted a bit like blood... Thunder boomed again and Misael decided it was a sign. He ran downstream, ignoring the fact that he was soaked. There was blood on the stream and it coulve been one of the children... When he finally reached the end of the stream, Misael sat down and cried at what he saw. Around ten of the children where piled on top of each other, some burned, others killed. A pool of blood surrounded them that seeped into the stream. "Why?!" screamed Misael to the gods. "Why?!" He closes his eyes and rocked himself back and fourth, crying out all the tears he kept back all these years. 'I should burry them before I kill myself...' he thought, 'For their honor...' He cried and rocked himself for a while. He ignored everything that passed him and cried more. His heart felt torn and his whole body was sore. He swallowed, tasting blood and realizing he was biting his tongue too hard. He got up in the afternoon, his legs feeling wobbly and sore, and dragged the bodies carefully one-by-one to a near by cave. He burried them all in the soft dirt and leaves he gathered. Misael looked around. The cave looked small outside but inside it was huge. There were lots of long, pointy rocks he never saw before. They looked sharp enough for one to kill themselves... "The bodies are gone!!" exclaimed a voice. Misael shot his head towards the voices. They were outside... Misael crept outside, seeing some people from the neighboring county. Rage filled his heart, fueling his anger and hate. It was like a forest fire out of control, burning. "I hate you all!" he yelled, grabbing the nearest sharp-looking thing and running towards them. It didn't matter that there were about a dozen of them. He ran up to the nearest one and stabbed him in the stomach. He groaned and fell to the ground. The rest of them immediately went into action, bringing out their swords and running towards him. He didn't care how many of them there were, he had to avenge them. Misael felt a sword stab him in the back. He screamed, seconds of unbearable pain and the next seconds of no feeling at all. His version got blurry and black spots appeared everywhere. Misael closed his eyes, wanting to die already. That's when he did lose consiousness... ... Misael opened his eyes slowly. Where am I? He tried to look around but pain shot up his spine, making him groan in pain. "Ugh..." He heard a deep snort nearby and tensed up, trying to get up. He yelled, reliving the sword though his back as he got up. Misael stumbled, his legs feeling like jelly. Misael sighed and wobbly walked up to an huge looking rock. He rested himself, panting. Something warm crept around his neck. Slowly, he looked up. Nothing. He suddenly felt the rock under him shift slowly. The young boy got up despite the pain and studied his surrounding. He was in a cave with someone or something. It was dark. He couldn't see almost anything. He was in pain. Silence was met after he moved away from the rock. He sat down and sobbed, not even sure whether he was dead or alive. Something sniffed his hair and snorted. Misa froze and slowly looked up. He wasn't completely sure what he was looking at but he knew it had yellow scales and was enormous. Inside he wanted to run like always, but that seemed so... expected of simple weaklings to do. "What do you want!" he yelled, feeling tears in his eyes, "Are you here to kill us all too?!" The creature snorted and walked outside, exposing itself in the sunlight. It seemed to be looking for something. Misael studied it more. Dragon, he though, like in those stories the elders always told about. That Dragons are out gods and saviors. Something shiny flashed though Misael's eyesight. He covered his eyes with his hand and stared at the dragon. It gestured at him with its snout to follow him. Hesitantly, Misa walked up outside to dragon, seeing something covered in cloth uncovered from the ground. He looked at the dragon and slowly bend down and uncovered it. He took a deep breath and tried to ignore the pain in hi back, staring at the sword in amazement. From what he had learned a out them, it was well polished and incredibly sharp. Chinese words were printed on the handle. "Jinglong," he read out loud and looked at the dragon, "Is your name Jinglong?" The dragon titled its head a bit and let out a deep breath, releasing smoke from his nostrils. Misael tried to hold back his smile, his fear slowly fading away. "Your such a simpleton," he said and laughed, which was more or less new to him. At times like these, laughter was rare. Jinglong snorted and rolled its eyes. Misael grinned and picked up the sword slowly, standing up. His legs gave out from the weight of the sword and he feel. Misa frowned and sighed. He heard a sound and looked up to see Jinglong gone. He went east... thought Misael. With his wobbly legs, he got up, and walked towards Jinglong's direction. After a few minutes of walking and stumbling and tripping and pain and getting back up, he reached a water fall. Misael jumped as warm water was poured on top of him. He sighed at the moment of bliss and instantly regretted it as the water stopped and he was left out in the cold air. He squeezed water out of his hair and looked up, seeing Jinglong looking at him with an amused expression. "Your such a simpleton," he said, shivering and shaking from the cold, "what was that for?" Jinglong noticed the shivering and lay down, his tail pulling Misael closer to his stomach. Misa, too tired to resist, dropped his sword and curled up in a tight ball next to Jinglong. It must have been a dragon thing but his stomach was really warm. Misael didn't complain when Jinglong sniffed his hair and snorted, blowing out bits of smoke. He sighed. "Your may be a simpleton, Jinglong. But... I think maybe I can like you." Jinglong rolled his eyes and looked up at the now setting sun. He closed his eyes slowly, feeling sleepiness overtake him. "You know..." he said and yawned, "Maybe you could help us... with our enemies. Like protect us and stuff. I dont want anymore of our people dying. There's... stories," he yawned again, "of dragons as our gods... and protecting us... and I was just wondering... if you'd help..." Misa yawned for a last time and fell asleep. Jinglong stared at the young boy and looked at the sunset, not sure why he felt so close to the boy, seeing something good in him. I'm not sure what I just wrote 7-7