Eron Murasaki's Story

As much as Eron loved history class, today he couldn't help but be bored with it. He already knew everything that the instructor was going on about, and having a dragon's short attention span, he found his mind drifting to other things. It wasn't long before the instructor's voice became background noise.

He wished he could be one of those students who cut class all the time, like his roommate, Zaber, but his father had always taught him that in Dragon society, appearances were important. So he sat there at his desk,eyes straight ahead, making sure to appear interested in the lesson and fighting the urge to sleep until the bell rang.

Damn it, he was tired. He had stayed up half the night practicing sword techniques, and he was sure that fact was obvious to everyone else in class, including the instructor. As he gathered his things, he made the decision to simply go back to his room and take a nap. He had an A in every class. Surely skipping the last couple of hours of the school day wouldn't hurt anything.

He waded through the sea of students in the hallway after leaving class, as he made his way back to the dorms, his grey eyes drooping the whole way. Finally reaching his room, he shut the door behind him, tossed his books in the general direction of his computer desk, and flopped down onto the mattress. He was sure that Zaber would wake him up in time for dinner.

Eron knew that he was dreaming, but no matter how hard he tried to fight getting drawn into it, in the end, it was futile.

He found himself lying on his back, looking up through the eyes of someone else He was in a dimly lit bedroom, and he could tell that it was very late. He saw a man and a woman, who looked to be around Eron's own age standing over him, arguing. He immediately knew that they were dragons, but for the life of him, he couldn't place their faces. In fact, he couldn't make out their faces at all - they were blurry, as if he was seeing them through a smudged mirror.

Afraid, he reached up toward the young man, and saw a pudgy little hand extend in front of his face. The high pitched fussing noises that came from his mouth helped him put two and two together: He was a baby, lying in a crib.

The couple stopped fighting after hearing his voice, and the young man picked reached down to pick him up, his long silver hair tickling his face and making him giggle. "It's okay little guy." The man said softly. "Mommy and I weren't being serious."

His logical mind knew that the man couldn't be his real father, but the baby he was playing the role of thought that he was, and hearing his "father's" voice comforted him. A moment later, his "mother" walked over, giving him a kiss on the forehead, and the man, a kiss on the lips.

"For his sake, we can't stay here anymore, Setsuna. They're closing in on us... I can tell." She said, her voice filled with worry. "We need to leave here tonight."

"As you wish, my love." The man replied, smiling reassuringly. "We'll pack up our things and go tonight. Better to be safe than sorr-"

Suddenly he whipped his head to the front door, obviously hearing something that was beyond Eron's perception. "No!" he said, placing Eron quickly into her arms. "I should have listened to you sooner, Isabel. They've found us!"

As if on cue, Eron saw the front door literally fly off its hinges, and four dark figures enter the home. Terrified by the sound, baby Eron started to cry. And he cried even louder when his father was knocked to the floor. The last thing he remembered before waking up was being snatched from his mother's arms.

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When Eron woke up, finding himself back in his own body, he wasn't crying anymore. He was in the middle of a rage filled dragon roar so loud that the glass in his room was beginning to crack. Realizing that he had started to transform in his sleep, he quickly cut himself off and tried to force himself to calm down. He was sure that everyone on the grounds had probably heard him.

It took a while before he noticed that Zaber had already returned.

Sighing, he rubbed his eyes to make sure nothing was left of the dreadful nightmare. As his form became as human as it could, wings and tail aside, he turned his gaze to the Neko. If nothing else, he was pretty sure Zaber was something of a mummy when he slept to have managed stayed asleep through that racket. Turning his attention to his surroundings as he swung his feet off of his bed, he noticed a lengthy crack in one of the room's windows and sighed again. It was probably his doing, but if he was lucky he wouldn't have to deal with it just that moment. Looking around, he made his way over to the window to see what time it was before turning to make his way out of the room, grabbing his sword as he left.

As he walked the academy halls he looked around in hopes of thinking of something to do, paying attention to his surroundings intently. Eventually, he ran into a group who were rather, how should he put it? Odd? Specifically the pair who looked like they might as well be polar opposites, emotionally. The other, a Neko of sorts. He couldn't tell exactly what from where he was, but it didn't matter. Finding a seat nearby, he reached into his jacket and pulled out a small book and began going over his notes from class. Perhaps when Zaber woke up, they could go grab something to eat together.