*metal thud*
“What!?!?”
“(Smug) See I told you It was true.”
Cris takes the paper out of Owen’s hand.
“Not even a burn mark…..Is this a elaborate trick Owen?”
*grabs object*
*shine*
“This is even in a better condition than my watch.”
“Fuahhh.”
“No It is something Phyro does when I ask.”
Noticing the commotion Muller turns his back to inspect the source of the bright flash. Curious Ben follows the sargent and Carol goes along to ready to protect her son and his pet. Muller notices Cris holding an unknow object in his hand he goes to the soldier expecting answers.
*bends down*
“What is that you’re holding, tenent?”
“huh….Well….It’s quite dificult to explain….”
“It’s the bomb you said for me to make, Muller.”
*huff*
“How the hell you manage to do that kid, was It your dragon?”
“Well I ask him and he makes It appear.”
Cris pass the small mortar to Muller. He brushes his hand on the surface of cylindrical object. He gives a flick and the the metal sound was unmistakable. Unconvinced he smell It only to get the same result. The thing was real.
“How long have you beem “creating” stuff, sweethearth?”
“Hummmm……I think about ever since Phyro was born.”
*huff*
“I am not even suprised anymore…..First a big fucking rock hit this planet…..Then we started hunting folklore beast…….Now a dragon can male thing appear out of thin air….”
*cough cough*
“Mister Severin…….What others thing were make by this dragon?”
Owen steps a little futher he bends down a little. After a little twirl he places his index finger infront of his lisps.
“(smug) That’s a secret!!!”
Even with the calm demeaner of the sargent and the cute pose Owen made Ben and Carol felt an unerving sense of worrying. In their minds the interest of Muller were not at all alingned With thouse of the child and the little dragon. Ben steps a little futher away from the group and reaches for his belt. With a sharp eye Cris notices the action.
Her motherly instinct were tingling and without even noticing she picks up Owen.
“Mommy…..Why-”
“You must be tired sweethearth, lets go home.”
She turns away from the converstion Phyro fell close behind her. But Muller insist in talking to the boy.
“Just a moment doctor, we were just having a nice conversation.”
“……Ah, we can have It another day he is tired and I need to make dinner.”
*grabs shoulder*
Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.
“That can wait.”
As Ben was ready to draws his weapons the climps of Cris’s hand on the holster of his service pistol makes him hesitate. With a little head gesture he gives one last warning. “Don’t do this.”
*grabs arms*
“I think this is enough, Muller”
When Cris laid his hands on Muller’s arms he saw for a glimps the siluatte of Ben on the glass of Cris’s watch. Intentionally or not he got the message and let go of Carol.
“Ok, I think this is enough for today. Here take your note book.”
Carol turns for a second, the boy picks It from Muller’s hand. Ben holstered back his firearm and walks away.Cris gently pulls Muller out the conversation. Crises was averted for now.
Although unbenkwonst to them Muller pocketed the mortar on his uniform
Three days have passed since the confrontation. now It was time to put their diference apart and focus on the mission. The sargent had gather all his soldiers and hunters in the hangar. With the right climate and the preparations in place It was now or never.
“Soldiers It had beem a honor to fight with you in the past months and even years for some. But now we had reach the climax of our propurse.”
He looks at Owen. Not even a single sweat dropping from his forehead he brightly look forward to It his emerald eyes were glimmering with determination.
“We can do this Phyro!!”
“Fuahhhh!!!”
“shhhhh. be quiet son.”
*cough cough*
“Finally we the people will walk in our own towns and cities again. After 12 long years we were in defensive but today we will take one step forward to our second independence war. Today we march into Richmont, tomorrow to washington and maybe in a month we will liberate the whole country.”
“But for this to become a reality we shall be It’s spearhead of this offensive. Some of us will live and some os us will perish but one thing will be certain the blood we spill today will water the tree of liberty that laid dorment for all thouse years. That’s why a hero had come for us today. Step forward Owen Henry Severin!!!!
The boy confidently stepped foward at Muller’s call. His father tried to grab his small hoodie but was unable to. The dragon followed his master.
*chatter chatter chatter*
*gasp*
“(faint) Isn’t that the boy from the interview?”
“(faint) Yeah i recon him.”
“(faint) Is that thing real”
“(faint) No way that a dragon!!!”
Muller hunches over and whisper in Owen’s ear. the boy picks up the dragon.
“(quietly) A very pretty one phyro, please.”
*sizzle sizzle*
“Fuaoohhhh”
A bright and collourful fire columm erupts from the dragon’s mouth, almost reaching the celling of the hangar. The expectators step back with fear but were capture by the beauty and power of the flame jet.
*fades away*
“It’s a pleasure to fight with all of you!!!!!”
*little salute*
*salutes*
"well then lets start the show!!!!”
With Muller’s annoucement the soldiers and hunters go into their respective vehicles. One by one they leave the hangar and form a convoy.
*engine starts*
Owen in the gun turret, alongside Cris and Phyro, of the was in the fist humvee only in the front was a an APC carring the veteran and elite troops Muller could muster. Behind then came all the tanks, trucks and small vehicles. they pilled up on the nothern gate.
“Open the gates!!!!”
“Right away sir!!!”
*cranck cranck cranck*
“Go kick their asses!!!!”
“Take back whats our’s!!!!”
“Spill their canine blood!!!!!”
moved by thouse words Cris could not contain himself to respond
“We will, we will bring victory back home!!!!!”
*shoves*
“Yeah, we will liberate America and then the world!!!!”
the people left in the coumpound gave their last goodbyes to their fellow compainions, for this was possibily the last time they would see then. For this the departure was filled with hopes and regrets. But nothing could ever stop the convoy to stall. Even with the rust apperence their spear shined to their destination for only a madman could ever fight against this overhelming odds, just like their forefathers. Washington would be proud