This week's post is sort of named the same as last weeks. I'm not sure why. Think i might have misnamed last weeks, but it won't hurt to have two titled similar. Hope you guys enjoy and remember:
Let your imagination soar when you read.
Julia
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The time
had come. He wasn’t ready. Nerves ate at his skin, causing him to rub his arm
to a blood red color. Ironic, sort of. The Crystal Ball two feet in front of
him was about to tell him, Rex Bawford, his future. Would he become a White
Dragon, a dragon who guided people from the sky. A Yellow Dragon, the cowardly
kind who hid among the caves. A Black Dragon, destroyer of enemies. Or would he
become the awesome, mighty protector of the dragon world, a Blood Red Dragon.
“Son,
it’s time.”
Rex
nodded to his father, the head dragon of the East Coast. He lifted his arm,
which felt as if ninety pound weights hung from it and hovered his hand over
the ancient smooth clear Crystal Ball. In seconds his future would be decided.
Was he ready? Yes. No. Loads rested on the color the ball turned. Not only his
future, but his father’s and his pre-chosen man. Yellow could condemn his
father’s lifetime of hard work. Make all the hours his father spent apart from
him and his chosen woman for nothing. Doom his prechosen man to a life of
hardship and derogation by the other West Coast dragons. Blood Red could up his
father’s standings and make his prechosen man more powerful than any other
among the West Coast, sealing his place as the future leader,
Weight
of two powerful men rested on his
shoulder. Did he have the strength and courage to lower his hand the mere
inches?
“Son,”
his father’s voice never wavered or took on an air of command, but Rex knew his
father meant for him to get on with putting him at ease.
Rex
lowered his hand and watched as the Crystal Ball swirled with white, yellow,
black, and red. The white faded away, leaving a heavy mist of yellow, black,
and red. The black faded away, increasing Rex’s already pounding heart. He
heard his father take a deep breath, but never heard him release it. How could
he, his ears thumped loud enough to
drown out a fog horn. He squeezed his eyes closed as the yellow and red colors
thickened. He couldn’t watch. If the red disappeared . . .
“Welcome
Defender of the East Coast.”
Rex’s
eye flew wide. He’d done it. His father’s and his prechosen man’s world was
secure. He would protect and serve the East and West Coast Dragons. There were
only four Red Dragon’s born each generation.
Rex exhaled
and nodded at his father, who grinned for the first time in front of other
dragons.
“Defender
when will you take your place at your chosen’s side?”
Rex
glanced to his left, taking in the long blonde haired man, waiting for him.
“Today, sir.”
Rex knew
his father hadn’t expected that response. Most took a week or two before they
left for their new area, but Rex didn’t want to make his prechosen have to wait
to take his rightful spot as leader for another day. He’d waited ten years
already. No sense in making it another day.
“Fine.”
His father waved his hand and the other dragon’s left with haste.
The
noise died down and Cal, his prechosen walked up to his side, squeezing him
close. “You know I would’ve been pleased even if you weren’t a Red Dragon.”
“I know,
love.” Cal had told Red that multiple times, but he knew how much Cal wanted to
lead the West Coast.
“Son,”
his dad glanced at Cal and then at him, not bothering to hide his disdain for
his son being chosen by a future male leader. His father liked the fact that
his son had a chance at becoming a Red Dragon, but had wanted him to choose a
woman and give him grand-dragons. “Why are you leaving so soon? Your mother
wanted to throw you a exiting party.”
“I know,
sir.”
“Then
why?”
“Cal
deserves to take his place. He chose me ten years ago. He’s waited long
enough.”
“This
isn’t wise son.”
“Sir,
I’m not having this discussion with you again.” Rex wrapped his arm around
Cal’s waist. It had taken him a most of his teenage years to come to an
understanding of why Cal chose him. He hand never expected him to be chosen by
a future male leader, mainly because his father frowned on men being with men.
His father had been so vocal about it that Rex had suppressed the fact that
he’d found men attractive since he was thirteen. A year and half before Cal
chose him.
“Leader
Timely,” Cal’s voice held nothing but respect, but Rex knew Cal and his father
weren’t on the best terms. “I have told him multiple times that it was fine for
him to remain here for the entire month your dragons are allowed, but he is
adamant about leaving tonight.”
“In
other words,” his father interjected, “you will not order him to.”
“I will
not.”
Cal had
promised Rex he would never order him around. Cal didn’t believe that him being
a leader put him in a higher ranking position than a Red Dragon. Not many
Leaders think such.
“Fine.”
His father sighed. “I have no other options than to let him leave today.”
Rex gave
him a small bow of thanks. “I’ll make sure to see mom before I leave.”
“You
best.” His father spun on his heels and left without another word.
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