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Old 12-19-2010, 11:56 PM

I actually got the insperation for this story from a vedio game. (I of the Dragon) I though instead of the main character being the last dragon in the world why not have the heros be the last- wait no I can't say or I'll ruin the whole thing. So I hope you can eventually read to the point where you fin out what the heros are. Tyler is not on that list since he's a robot-ish thing.

Prologue –

“Astram just a few more steps,” The lady in white crouched and held a hand down the cliff face towards Astram. Astram looked up and gripped a tiny tree jutting out from the rock face. He pulled himself to his feet and looked back down. The sand serpent was gone and Astram set out a breath.”
“Astram take my hand already.” Astram clasped the woman’s forearm with his gloved hand before pushing off the cliff face. Astram lay on his back, blonde hair in his bloodied face. He looked up at the sky and smiled. He felt the wind from the other side of the mountains. Cold, icy cold and Astram loved it.
A heavy thud made Astram look up into the face of his friend.
“Time, it’s good to see you girl.” Astram said with a smile. He set a hand on the dark blue scales of the dragon above him.
“What brings you way up here Time?” Astram asked smiling lightly.

You don’t remember.

“Remember-” Astram began. “Remember what?” The dragon tipped its head back and laughed. Astram raised an eyebrow to Time’s laughter.

Your promise. You vowed that if you were given an extension on this life to feel a cool wind once you’d be our hero. When the next threat to this desert comes you’ll be reborn. The council will recognize you when the time comes.

Astram looked over at the lady in white. She returned his gave and nodded.
“Time, take my life now.” Astram said, Time nodded and killed him.

Chapter 1 – Games

Astram set the book down and rubbed the back of his neck. He blew a lock of blonde hair from his eyes and yawned.
“Time,” He said setting the book aside.
“Midnight Sir,” A metallic voice said from the other end of the couch.
“Good, Tyler sleep mode.” Astram said before setting his head against the back of the couch’s arm. Astram shut his eyes and fell asleep to the sounds of the hot desert winds whipping the sand against the glass windows and ripping at the grass in the oasis that the tiny town of Sundry was built around. Astram’s dreams were filled with heroes and sand serpents.

Tyler, a creation of Astram sat up his curled position near Astram’s feet. Stretching out his steel body Tyler stepped down onto the sandstone floor. Tyler resembled a wingless dragon. Astram had made him as light as possible so one day he could give Tyler wings to fly with. Though Tyler could care less, he was fine being unable to fly, as long as Astram was happy.

Tyler clawed the book down off the table and picked it up in his steel teeth. Astram kept his books on the low shelves so Tyler could return to book to their shelves. Tyler set the book where it should go and returned to the couch.

Tyler froze when he saw someone hanging over Astram. A pale almost transparent hand brushed Astram’s hair out of his face. Tyler growled and let his defensive programming take over. The figure turned and looked down at Tyler. Its black hood covered all of their features except for its mouth. Which curled back to reveal needle sharp teeth. The thing gave off a snarl and pulled its hand away from Astram.

Tyler leapt up onto the table and snarled again. The figure put its hand on Astram’s cheek and Tyler stepped onto the back of the couch where he growled right in the hooded figure’s face. Tyler registered a glow from the figure’s black eyes. The figure removed its hand and stepped into the shadows of the library where it disappeared.

Looking back down at his master Tyler stepped onto Astram’s chest. A few gold swirls appeared where the figure had touched Astram’s forehead and left cheek. Tyler lay down and decided it would be best to sleep close to Astram that night.
Though the figure didn’t return Tyler hadn’t noticed that he’d been touched on the side where identical swirls now resided, though in blue this time.

Astram yawned some time around dawn. A weight on his chest made him look down at a sleeping Tyler. He brushed the metallic dragon off and watched as he sprung to life and landed on the table with the classic grace that he’d programmed into Tyler. The fake dragon immediately lay down and looked at Astram from its comfortable spot on the table. Tyler shook some dust off of his shiny plating and rubbed at the hinge that his head was attached to. Astram assumed he had some dust on a sensitive wire, nothing Tyler couldn’t fix himself.
Astram stood and noticed something on Tyler’s back. Blue markings stretched across Tyler’s back. Astram brushed his hand across the markings and blinked in awe. They were ice cold and were perfectly symmetrical. Astram pulled his fingers away when they went numb.

Tyler looked at him and hopped up onto his shoulder. Astram smiled and rubbed his finger pads on Tyler’s head. A noise much like a purr left Tyler. Astram laughed and headed for the double doors that lead to the rest of his father’s manor.
Astram’s father was the mayor of the tiny city and was a master mage. He’d always wanted Astram to be a mage. Though Astram wanted nothing more than to be a simple trader and see what was beyond the mountains to the north and east.

A servant passed Astram by and nodded to him. Astram returned the nod with a light smile. The smell of warm cinnamon made Astram head for the kitchen. Astram pointed towards a bunch of grapes and Tyler nodded before hopping onto the counter. Astram went to other way and grabbed a cinnamon roll from the top rack before returning to the doorway where Tyler hopped onto his shoulder. The two wouldn’t be in any trouble for the cinnamon roll but if anyone found out that Astram had taken the entire bunch of grapes he’d be in more trouble than he would want to know of.

“Good morning Astram.” A voice came from behind Astram, making him jump and drop the grapes. A steel staff caught the grapes inches from the ground. Astram turned and face White. She smiled and ran a hand through her snowy white hair before holding the grape bunch out to Astram. When he reached for it she pulled it back towards her.

“I won’t tell if you promise to share with me.” White said with a cock of her head. Astram nodded. With a childish giggle that failed to fit White’s fifteen year old voice White turned and ran off, her leather sandals clipping on the floor. Astram ran after her with silent shoe less feet.

Astram finally caught up with White outside in the rooftop garden. She sat at the edge of the artificial lake. The clay that made up the sides of the lake was painted with a clear glaze so the water didn’t soak through. Astram tackled White into the five or six foot deep lake, Tyler jumped off of Astram’s shoulder just in time.
White shoved Astram off and walked up to the shallower section of the lake. She didn’t notice Astram come up behind her and pin her on her back. Astram shifted his position so he pinned White with his elbows instead of his hands.

White glared up at Astram after realizing he’d pinned her in a perfect position for one of his idiotic games.
“Don’t you dare!” She snarled up at him. Astram simply smiled and leaned down to kiss White. When Astram got close enough White took a wad of his soaking hair in her mouth and yanked at it hard. Astram yelped and White let go. White pulled her legs up against her chest and pushed Astram off of her and back into the lake.

When Astram came back up to the surface he found White sitting on the edge of the fake lake with the grape bunch in one hand. He treaded water for a moment until White realized he was there.

“Two can play at your messed up games Astram. Remember that next time you try to pull an idiotic stunt like that on me twice.” White said wringing her hair out. Astram swam over and pulled himself out of the water. He nodded.
“I get the message White.” Astram muttered taking a grape. When White nodded Astram took another grape.

Astram leaned back into the grass after he’d had a dozen or so grapes. White set her head on his chest. Astram closed his eyes and enjoyed the sun, the feeling of his best friend’s wet hair sticking to his dark green tunic. Everything was good, though something was missing. Sitting up Astram looked at White.
“White, Tyler’s gone.”

 


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