Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Dragon Rising ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

Three months after the Rising

 

The boy is part of this world—his blood is part of this world. He will not be able to appear a mere human for long.

 

Thirteen old, stern faces gazed down from their lofty perches at the young member of a barbaric tribe.

 

His mother was no mere human as it was. Surely you don't expect him to be no different. The blood will call him home.

 

“The boy is where he belongs.”

 

He's only half! And the half that he is loves this land as much as the half that is part of this land!

 

“He stays with his human grandsire.”

 

He belongs where she would want him. You know that.

 

“We see no reason to bring the boy here. He is under no threat and we do not foresee him being so.”

 

You can't know that. He should be here where he can learn what he is, what his blood will make him.

 

“We grow tired of your talk of blood and where he belongs. Leave us. Our decision stands. The boy will remain in the human world.”

 

You condemn him.

 

“We spare him.”

 

He has lost his mother and his father as well as his people. You would rob him of his birth right?

 

“It is not your place to make judgment and accusations, wolf-child.”

 

It is my right!

 

“You forget your place.”

 

I know mine. You forget your duty. The boy belongs here, where he can learn what runs through his veins. He'll be dangerous, the older he gets, and more so if he does not learn how to control what he is.

 

“The boy is seven. Even if we were to bend and let him come, he is much to young.”

 

Dung. If he is even half like his mother, he will learn.

 

“The answer is still no.”

 

You will regret not allowing him. What happened on his birth day happened for a reason. It cannot be ignored.

 

“We tire of your stupid talk of signs and calls of blood. The boy will remain. We have spoken. Leave us.”

 

I will not stand idly by while some group of molding old—

 

“We have spoken! LEAVE US.”

 

With a very animalistic growl of frustration, she turned on her heel and stalked out of the chamber. Her dark skinned companions fell in step beside her as she exited the temple chamber.

 

“So, how'd it go?” the male asked.

 

“Not well, judging from your foul disposition,” the female remarked.

 

“The old fools won't hear reason,” she said as she came to the horses and pulled herself

up on a bronzed stallion.

 

“As usual,” the male said.

 

“What do we do, then? Snatch the boy up, anyway?” the female asked.

 

“Of course. No group of rotting old piles of mush is going to keep me from bringing the Dragon's son where he belongs. She entrusted him to our tribe for a reason and I'll not let that trust be disappointed,” she replied.

 

“So, we bring the boy back. Shall we fetch him?” the male said.

 

“Unfortunately, with me speaking to them, they will watch, for a time. We'll have to wait for awhile,” she replied grimly as they set off at a smooth trot.

 

“Till when? He still must be fairly young,” the female put in.

 

“Fifteen?” the male suggested.

 

“He'll almost be a man,” the female replied.

 

“Fourteen,” she answered, “He'll be in his mid-stage. And by then, some strange things he can't find answers for should be happening.”

 

“Aside from puberty,” came the expected dead pan from their male companion.

 

The two females snickered.

 

“You do realize you'll have to tell the tribe.”

 

“Not so hard.”

 

“You'll have to explain your reasoning.”

 

“Not so hard. They detest the Council as I do.”

 

“Bhren will fight tooth and claw.”

 

That gave her pause.

 

“Well,” she said briskly, “I shall do it anyway.”

 

Her two companions gave each other similar looks that read “here we go again”. This was not the first time their friend rock-headedly would be doing something against order, tradition, or general consensus. And it probably would not be the last.