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His anger
I was walking down the road when I hear is voice very loud in my head.
“WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING!?! GET BACK HERE THIS INSTANT!!!” I ignore him but then he adds: “OR I’LL COME GET YOU AND ATTRACT ATTENTION TO YOU!!!” That b*****d! I thought to myself. He knew I was trying to blend in.
When I got back he was very angry. “Don’t you ever leave my side again!” he yelled. But I just ignored him and let my mind wonder.
I started to think of the first time I picked up a weapon…or at least that I remember picking up a weapon… I was about seven…I think…These men were trying to kill me, I dodge the first one and he ran into a tree and dropped his sword. I picked it up and sliced through all the men. I was quite the natural…
“STOP THAT!!!!” the dragon yells.
“What?” I ask.
“I can see your thoughts, idiot! And I don’t like seeing that part of your past!” He said. I smirk and then start to think of my first memory just to spite him.—I was young, 4 or 5 maybe. I was covered in blood and there were two bodies slashed to pieces in front of me—“OH! TWO CAN PLAY AT THIS GAME!” he exclaims. Suddenly I see a young dragon getting punished, then I see an older dragon getting tortured, his father hitting him, him being forced to kill his first love—I fall to the ground out of breathe. “Now don’t try that again! Or I won’t hold back next time,” he tells me.
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