Holy Frickityfrack.

It's Christmas Eve. Holy shiz. This is some crazy stuffs goin' on... I'm so excited. Even though it's gonna be a small Christmas this year, I'm still uber excited. I can't wait to see what "Santa" brought me, ((Still got a lil runt in the house who believes--Keep it up, Mags!)) Naw, I enjoy the Santa Clause thing. It makes things much more enjoyable.

So, tomorrow, we're gonna start things off with the usual tradition: Home made waffles for breakfast. And then, my friend Kaylee is gonna give me a call and ask me what I got for Christmas. The Usual conversation:

Kaylee: MASON! GOOD MORNING! WHAT DIDJA GET FOR CHRISTMAS?!?!?!
Me: Well, Kaylee, as usual, we haven't been up at 4 A.M. like your family has been. We just got up... eatin' our waffles and drinkin' our hot cocoa. But I'll call ya up when I've opened up my stash, mk?
Kaylee: Oh, sure! I'll talk to you in a bit then!
Me: Yeup. Mk, bye.

Every year. It's an unspoken tradition now, which I've come to enjoy and look forward to. :3 I'm UBER excited right now... but I should probably hit the sac... *nods* sounds like a plan. I'll post tomorrow with the list of what I received. Merry Christmas, all of you who read this! :3

Mason

Pictures...

Purple Flower EPIC SHOT. 

Dark Purple Flower...

Epic Dragonfly

Dandelion :3

AH! A pretty summer sky :D

These pics are all from last summer... Can you tell that i love macro shots?

Emo Lyrics That Have No Title

It hurts to know
about all the things that I can't show                           V1
And it hurts to hide
All my feelings on the inside

The emotion and the pain
and the tears that fall like rain                                     V2
and i just can't say
why i feel this way

I'm stuck here, dying.
Cant you hear me crying?
I need some help I've fallen down                             CHORUS 1
Is my plea not a big enough sound?

I'm stuck here, dying.
Can't you hear me crying?
There's a hole in my heart                                          CHORUS 2
Someone came and ripped me apart

And there's a thorn in my side
for every tear that I've cried
And so what can i do?                                                  V3
I'm falling apart without you

Will anybody help me?
Is there any way to set me free?
I'm stuck in this cage                                                   V4
You've locked me up with your rage....

I'm stuck here, dying.
Cant you hear me crying?
I need some help I've fallen down
Is my plea not a big enough sound?                           CHORUS 1

I'm stuck here, dying.
Cant you hear me crying?                                        CHORUS 2
There's a whole in my heart
Someone came and ripped me apart.

*****INSTRUMENTAL********

And...
I'm stuck here, dying...
Can't you hear me crying?                                     ((slower music)) CHORUS 1
I need your help I've fallen...
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OH yay for emo things..... yeah.... just kinda came up with those while I was trying to fall asleep.... It's really meant to be sung by someone with a voice like Avril Lavigne or the singers from Breaking Benjamin or 3 Days Grace. Random voice selection kind of, but it works.

~Mason

I feel like A Hero, and You are my Herione

The wind blew my blood-red hair from my face as I excitedly leaned over the front of the giant ship. Laughter bubbled from my mouth as I hopped up on the giant figurehead of the ship, kneeling as the ship sped through the ocean. "Hey! Shade!" A voice said from behind me. "Shady! Get down from there! You're gonna fall!" I looked behind me. My best mate, Simon, was looking at me worriedly. "Simon, you're such a bore! Get up here!" I laughed, and then stood up as the ship began to slow. I spread my arms wide and let my head fall back, the wind  flowing past me as I laughed again. "Shady, I'm serious--" "So am I, Simon! Get up here! This is great!" I could practically hear him hesitate. I waited. Then I smiled, for I could hear his footsteps as he came up next to me. "Shady... I'm not as lithe as you... I'm gonna fall." he said, and gulped. I just chuckled and closed my eyes, feeling the wind pass me, whispering unknown words of adventure and treasure. My eyes flew open with glee. "I feel like a hero, Simon! This is fantastic!" The ship hit a bumpy wave, and Simon faltered. My hand gripped him steady in a flash. I smiled at him. "Simon, if you're gonna live the life of a pirate, you have to become a little bit more balanced. You'll gain your sea legs soon enough." I chuckled and slid down to the ship, hopping onto the main deck. "Come on, Simon! Before you fall off!" I smiled at him and then walked off to find Captain.

~A little piece from a pirate book i've been working on for a while. Got inspiration for this scene from the song Hero/Heroine by Boys Like Girls.

~Mason

Complain, complain, complain, complain....

My butt hurts. :( seriously. I have a bruised tailbone. Or something worse. But I'm hoping for the former. Something worse would mean a cist on my tailbone... or some other kind of horrid infection that I would have to get surgery for... ugh. Does not want!

Besides the fact that I can't sit still for more than five minutes cuz I'm in pain, I also have writer's/artist block. And it sucks. Because that means I have nothing to do. Which makes me sad, and then slowly spirals down into mini-depression. Yeah. It really sucks. 

Luckily for ME, Glee makes things much better :3 after watching a very heartwarming and amazing episode of Glee, I felt much better, and was able to come upstairs and re-check all of my usual sites ((Facebook, dA, Fur affinity, etc. etc. etc.)) and then I was left to do whatever I wanted. Which isn't much, since I have that everything-block going on. 

So, now I'm left down to trying to draw/write, and inhaling honey-mint Altoids. Oh yum.

~Mason

"Prom Nights From Hell" book review

I'm really starting to like this book-reviewing thing. :)

ANY-hoo. So. "Prom Nights From Hell", as I'm sure you can guess, is a book about proms that have gone from great to, well, hellish. In other terms, paranormal crap goes down. The thing is, it's a collection of short stories that would make EXCELLENT novels by themselves. Too bad they had to cut off, dammit. There were five short stories each, and five different authors. Here's the authors and titles ((and a short little splurge about it)) in a list of favorite to least favorite. Although I have to say that I enjoyed each of them; there wasn't really a story that I didn't like. Anyways.

1. Madison Avery and the Dim Reaper by Kim Harrison: ((Holy crap I almost put "Raper" instead of "Reaper". That would've been horrible)) okay, ignoring my A.D.D.-ness... This story, as you can maybe gather--depending on how much intelligence you have, or lack thereof--is about Grim Reapers. Except there's white reapers, black reapers, dark reapers, etc etc etc. This one is a top favorite out of the five. Well done, Miss Kim Harrison, well done. ((MAKE A REAL NOVEL OUT OF IT PLEEEAAAASE!!!!)) ★★★★★

2. Hell on Earth by Stephanie Meyer: well DUR-DA-DUR its one of my favorites!!!!! i only went through the BIGGEST Twilight fad in the history of my grade last year!!!! Stephanie Meyer is an AMAZING author, and she pulled through with this story just as I expected!!!! The gist: a demoness raising hell during a prom so she can get promoted to a higher rank. Only her hell-raising is ruined!! WHO COULD DO SUCH A BLASPHEMY?! ((READ IT YOURSELF TO FIND OUT!!)) this tied for first place in my opinion. ★★★★★


3. Kiss and Tell by Michele Jaffe: A very AWESOME story that leaves you wondering, "DA HELL?! NOO I WANT TO FIND OUT MOOOOAAAR!!!!" yes. VERY epic story about oracles, the future of a world and a girl that is the key to it, and another girl with superpowers.
"Um, yes, this is Mason. Yes I will hold. ..... Hello, Miss Jaffe.... THAT LITTLE SHORT STORY WASN'T ENOUGH!!!!!!!!!" ARGH!!! ★★★★☆


4. The Exterminator's Daughter by Meg Cabot: Okay, I love Meg Cabot's work in general, but this was REALLY good. I have to say, definitely not my favorite out of the entire thing ((I'm sorry Miss Cabot!!! D: )) BUT it was still awesome, nonetheless. ★★★★☆


5. The Corsage by Lauren Myracle: Okay, this was a REALLY good story, but it was the creepiest out of all of them, but for realsies now? It freaked my beans. And a corsage that makes your wishes come true but in a really screwed up way just freaks my beans even more. I mean, seriously. And yes, I get scared easily, but still. It was a great story nonetheless, and I do believe that a book about Hellish Prom Nights deserves at least one creepy story. ★★★★


BTW the filled stars are full stars and the empty stars are supposed to be half-stars. So, "Kiss and Tell" would get a 4.5 out of 5, for example. I couldn't find a ligit half star, so I settled with an empty one. Just btw on that.


I am SOOOOOO gonna get chastised about that whole Twilight thing. People are too judgmental on that crap. I CAN LIKE TWILIGHT IF I WANT. >:C <--SUPER ANGRY FACE. yeah. i do what i want. *crosses arms* meh. 


ANYWAY. More A.D.D. crap right there. '^___^


Seriously though. All these short stories should become full-length novels. That would rock my socks off.


~Mason

Achieving Greatness

Who are you to
judge what I do
and who I am?
You don't know me.

Take all of your
prejudices and
don't let the door
hit you on the way out.

I don't mean
to be rude, but
you are so I
might as well be too.

Listen to me closely.
I don't give a damn
about your stupid jokes
or sneering comments.

Try to bring me down.
You'll find a size 8 combat
boot print on your butt
pretty quickly.

I will achieve my goals.
Any who try and stop me
will get knocked down as
I pass you on my way to glory.

Don't doubt my skills.
They say words can't hurt
you... but they're wrong.
They're probably the most painful.

I am strong.
I am powerful.
You do not effect me.
I will achieve greatness.

Numerology?

So, I was just reading up on Numerology for some reason.... idk, just curious, i guess... and this is what i got for my name and such. It's actually quite fitting....



Deep down, you desire the best life has to offer. This includes living your inner life in peace and silence. You have a keen sense of perfection and like to meditate and analyze, dissect, examine, and consider things from every angle. And you can definitely do without poverty, the transitory, and the noise and confusion of the business world.
You love huge libraries, old and well-maintained gardens, classic pictures, and time mellowed furniture. You are intellectual, scientific, philosophical, deeply intuitive, and a well of secrecy. You are sought after for your wisdom. Probably you are somewhat shy and deeply emotional, but with a horror of showing it.
For more complete personal understanding of life, work on expressing your emotions, trusting your feelings, less avoidance, and being sympathetic and understanding with people. You possess a tremendous inner wisdom. You appear dignified and poised, intellectual, and somewhat aloof. When first meeting someone, you appear hard to know, but are friendly and a good talker when better acquainted. You emit a strong sense of self-knowledge.
While discussing familiar topics, you are convincing and appear at ease. However, in unfamiliar areas you can make statements you later regret.
Your personality gains when well-dressed and groomed; good style with straight lines and touches of color and sparkle, possibly of expensive materials. Your destiny is to promote the idea of liberty for all; knowing that happiness cannot last without the right to be free. You know progress comes through change, by entertaining new ideas and trying new methods. Your destiny includes helping people live life more fully and with more joy. You are versatile and clever.
You are comfortable interacting with people of diverse races and backgrounds, a natural lecturer or teacher, an artist with written and spoken words, and capable of understanding many different viewpoints. You insist on having freedom of action and speech. Your life changes often, sometimes unpredictably, and you enjoy it because each change brings new opportunities to understand and absorb yet more aspects of life. You love travel and the open spaces, and you have the best opportunities to succeed in occupations that have those qualities and also bring you in contact with people, including sales, acting, speaking, teaching, commercial artist, legal fields, or as a writer or editor.
You are striking, attention getting, entertaining, and find it easier to move about than to make permanent associations with people or undertakings. Your life is filled with things practical, or making them so with patience, care, and accuracy. You have a strong sense of what is right and are naturally honest, conscientious, and sincere.
You are a worker and can be decidedly dedicated to your goals. In your work, you can be loyal, intense, and dedicated to the job at hand. You tend to be practical, and like to have your facts straight before beginning a project. You can handle money well and tend to keep resources in reserve. You tend to be conservative and protective, with a strong sense of dignity and worthiness.
Your path holds possibilities for great attainment. The rewards come because of patience, service, persistence, hard work, and dependability.

The Fissure Between Us

I don't know if you know...
or even care for that matter...
but I wish that I could show
how much I miss you.

Remember way back when?
Remember the past...
remember when we were still friends?
I do... do you?

Remember all the fun times?
Laughing and making pretend,
you and me... partners in crime...
what happened to us?

I know friendships die,
but I never expected
ours to pass on by.
I didn't even see it go.

It was a smooth change,
I have to say.
But it feels strange...
not knowing you anymore.

We're on opposite ends
of the spectrum now, but
I still want us to be friends.
But I don't know where to start.

I see you during the day,
but it's awkward between us
and I have no idea what to say.
Sometimes it's painful.

I wish that it could go back
to the way it was before,
but i think there's a crack,
a fissure in between us.

"If I Stay" Book Review

Okay, so i just got done reading a book called "If I Stay". Can't remember who it's by at the moment. That's probably important when doing a book review. But anyways.

Okay, so, I enjoy reading the reviews on the inside/back/cover of the book by famous people and such. And almost all of them said that it was a super amazing but sad story and the reader would be bawling through the whole book. And, knowing that I'm a super emotional person, I KNEW I was gonna cry, but for some reason I love those kind of books where I'm just lying there sobbing. Yeah, emo, I know. I dunno why. Don't judge me. ._.  So anyways. I'm reading through this book, just WAITING for the moment where I'll burst into tears, but as I'm reading this, I find that I DON'T. And I was super surprised. I mean, I dunno if those people who reviewed the book were super emotional at the time of reading this or something, but I just wasn't crying. Yeah, i felt super sad and stuff, and I was EXPECTING myself to cry, but it wasn't happinen'. I only started to get a little emotional near the end, when I was confused as to what the chick Mia was gonna chose. She's just chillin' out in this state of limbo, not exactly alive but not exactly dead either. And she has to chose: life or death. That's all i'm letting you know in that part. And then, right at the end, I burst into tears. I think it was just me panicking because I couldn't tell if she was alive or dead, and I was worried that she was dead, but i wasn't quite positive, either, so. It was still a spectacular book, and I definitely recommend it. I'd say four stars.

~Mason

PANIC?!

nnnnyyyyyaaaaaaa.....! I'm KIND OF freaking out right now, speaking I'm headed to Scarywood tomorrow with mah friend Ruby. I'm a super wimp... this is gonna be tough.... my mother's helpful words? "Don't worry, Mason, I'm sure a lot of people come out crying." Me: o_O AND THAT'S SUPPOSED TO HELP HOW?!!?!?!?!??!? I mean SERIOUSLY.

ugh. i'm an idiot for even doing this, but for realsies now... I'm doing this to support Ruby, my other uber-wimp of a friend, and kind of to prove to myself that I can go through this without having a heart attack or panicking and totally taking  out the entire amusement park in a fit of "HOLY SHIT I NEED TO ESCAAAAAPPE!!!!" nya....

In other words, I'm kind of panicking.

I REALLY hope that I'll be able to make it through the time that we're there.

All I'm sayin' is that I hope one of the monsters doesn't jump out and scare the bujeezus out of me so I punch his head off. Just sayin'.

*sigh* Okay. I can do this.

~Mason

Curiouser

Disappear with a wink

and a grin,
blue and grey and
smokey thin.

A purr so loud
a smile so wide
hovering there and
through the air you glide.

Rest on a branch to
see if I'll come
flicking your tail as if
this is all in fun.

"Curiouser and curiouser,"
I mutter after a while
"We're all mad here."
you add with a smile.

We go to tea with
a hare and a hatter.
I couldn't enjoy myself more
as another teacup shatters.

Jabberwocky, talking flowers,
the madman with a hat...
none above can compare
to my friend--the Cheshire cat.

Friend 'Til the End

I tell you that you're strong,
but you don't believe me.
I believe there's hope
that I wish you could see.

I tell you that you're wonderful,
that you are the best.
I want you to see
that I am truly impressed.

I want to protect you
from the evils of your past.
I want to help you,
but you don't think it'll last.

I can't describe how
helpless I feel.
I want you to trust me
So my help won't seem so surreal.

It seems my promises mean nothing,
but I can't really blame you.
And yet it seems that promises
are all I can really do.

I'll be optimistic, hoping for the best
I'll try to stay your friend.
As long as you still want me,
I'm your friend until the very end.


~Dedicated to my friend in need <3 <3 <3 lots of love and xoxo

Poetry Block

I've been having some poetry block lately... its not fun... but so meanwhile my poems may either be A) nonexistent or B) not all that great. So i apologize.... :(

~Mason

Love A Little More

Haven't thought about him
for months, and now
he suddenly appears
in my dreams

Thanks, life.
Way to do me
a favor. I was
almost over him.

I used to be able
To not think about him.
Now all I see is
him showing off.

I wondered at first what
everyone else would think of
my new haircut. Now I wonder
if he'll notice me.

Why should I even care
anymore? I've been worrying
about it for a couple years--
shouldn't I be over him?


Can't Cupid point his
stupid arrow at someone else?
I've had enough of love
for awhile, thank you.

I wish I could be free.
No crushes, no love.
Just free as a bird.
Flaunting my happiness.

That's not happening
anytime soon. So I
guess i'll sit tight
and love a little more.

New Template!

Hey, what do you think of my new template? :D Leave a comment and tell me what you think. :)

~Mason

My Soul to Keep

In the forest there is a house.

Not a thing in there, nor deer nor mouse.

This is the place where I reside,

And where the souls will arouse.

This is the place where souls will hide.

I watch the ghosts, stand by their side.

I am the one who keeps the souls.

This choice is not mine to decide.

The part I play is a great role,

But in my heart there is a great hole.

And in the dark I start to weep,

For my heart is as black as coal.

Yet through it all I fall asleep,

And then I hear them whisper deep,

My soul to keep, my soul to keep.

My soul to keep, my soul to keep.

~This is a poem I wrote earlier in the year for a class project.

~Mason Brubaker

Where's My Glitch?

Stare at reflection
in the mirror.
Search every inch of myself
for some mistake,
some glitch in
the system.
Am I too short?
Is my smile not pretty?
Do they not like my freckles?
Are my fantasy obsessions… too weird?
Eyes hidden behind slick
black-framed glasses,
friends tell me to get
contacts; my eyes are beautiful.
Doubt.
Stare at him longingly when
he’s not looking.
Flashes me a kind smile or
shows off with his friends.
Makes me blush.
I think he knows…
and that’s what hurts the most.
I’m too shy to say hi.
Stopped wearing vampire shirts
as often for him.
Started wearing make up.
Tears in the car ride home
after the dance.
He didn’t acknowledge me.
Didn’t see my new dress—I bought it
for him. So he’d see me.
He didn’t.
Look at myself in mirror.
What is wrong with me?
Where’s the glitch?
They don’t know it,
because I show a tough side.
But I’m fragile,
a small blue butterfly.
Hoping to be noticed.
Where’s my glitch?

Tears of Blue

tears of blue
drip down my cheeks
as he asks
“whats wrong with you?”

tears drip onto floor
and i can’t
tell him
“you’re not mine anymore”

tears fall forever
inside a broken heart
so hard to fix
however

tears are words
from the heart
that can’t be spoken
and heard

try to fight
the tears with
smiles and lies
try to seem alright

i watch him leave
watch him slip away
how could i be
so niave?

its hard to see
him every day
his arms wrapped around
her…not me.

tears of blue
drip down my cheeks
as i wonder
“why can’t it be you?”

The Rose Girls

i want a rose as red as blood
from a boy whom i can call
“stud”

i want a rose as black as a crow
from a boy who’s pain
i know

i want a rose as white as lace
from a boy who will lock me
in his embrace

i want a rose as pink as blush
from the boy who is
my crush

i want a rose as blue as butterflies
from a boy with matching
eyes

i want a rose as tan as a peach
from a boy who will listen to
my romantic speech

i want a rose as lavender as amethyst
from a boy who loves
to be kissed

i want a rose as yellow as the sun
from a boy who loves
to have fun

we are all from different worlds
but we all want one thing
we are called the Rose Girls.

Love the Rain

I love the rain
because then nobody knows
i’m crying.

i love the rain
because then nobody knows
on the inside, i’m dying

i love the rain
because then nobody knows
my pain

i love the rain
because then nobody knows
and i don’t have to explain.

i love the rain
because then nobody knows
what i’m hiding

i love the rain
because then nobody knows
that my heart is dividing

i love the rain
because that was
where i first kissed.

i love the rain
because it brought me
to the boy i missed.

Obviously, I'VE never kissed anybody and I've only ever dated FICTIONAL BOYS!!! (gotta love 'em) I always write from another person's perspective... WELL not ALWAYS...

~Mason

every time i see you
i pretend i’m fine.
once you turn away
i begin to cry.

So much pain
behind these eyes.
All the truth you knew
turned out to be lies.

when it rains i don’t mind
when i cry.
because i go alongside
the sky.

i say i’m over him
but its just a way
to hide the pain and
get through one more day.

how can you break my heart
and still tell me you love me?
why can’t you just go away
and leave my poor heart be?

to my own reflection
i said, “I will be strong.”
but i was lying to
myself all along.

you have no idea
what’s behind my smile.
i just have to
hold it there a little while.

you promised me you’d
take the pain away.
but leaving me
didn’t do it, okay?

now it’s time
to let go of it all,
and stand up and brush off
from that hard fall.

                                ~Mason

Detective Work. It Sucks.

Okay... So I'm not the best detective there is out there. I mean, I'm certainly no Nancy Drew. Well, maybe if Nancy Drew was a misunderstood 2010 high-school junior goth girl. Ugh I got off topic again. *sighs*. This isn't easy for me, you know. Delving into someone else's past, trying to find out who they are... or were. I haven't had many friends in my past, but all that I did have, I can assure you that I didn't have any suspicions on whether or not they were telling the truth on who they were. And I can tell you right now, don't EVER get yourself tangled up into this kind of crap. Once you start, it gnaws on you for HOURS ON END until you FINALLY GET TO DOING IT. No sleep. What. So. EVER. And it's all that you can think about. You become this little paranoid freaker. You don't trust ANYTHING that that person says. You question ALL OF IT. Anyway. I rubbed my black eye-shadowed eyes, and moaned when I realized that I'd just probably smeared my make up all over. I stood up and glanced at myself in the mirror. Great. I had smoky black eye shadow smeared down my cheeks in  the shape of dragging fingers. It wasn't as bad as I'd thought--it actually looked kinda cool. Maybe Halloween. I proceeded to wash it all off and then reapply. I mean, I had to look at least presentable for my mother's big fancy dinner. Well, that's what she told me. We had the whole family here for my Aunt Cheryl's wedding, and my mom had planned the whole thing. Everything had to be perfect. Even me, her horror of a daughter. Okay, so it's not so dramatic. I'm not really a horror--well, maybe sometimes. My mother does love me, but she's always encouraging me to wear something... well, other than black, blues, purples, and reds. As I reapplied my eye-wear, I taped the paper I was reading to the wall so I could multi-task. I grabbed my black and green Gir clutch and slipped on my Emily the Strange sweater. I glanced at myself in the mirror, and smiled, my black lips pulling over my pearly whites. My blue-black hair was cut to close to my chin, all naturally spiked up. I was wearing one of my nice dresses tonight--strapless, with a soft tutu-like material for the skirt part. I had a fishnet black shirt beneath the dress, and then a black bat choker. My brand-new knee-high combat boots shone in the dim lighting of my room. I beamed at myself. I looked nice. I didn't know what my mom would think, though. Then again, what did I care? I grabbed the files I'd been reading and folded them up, slipping them into my clutch. "Blue Rose! Blue Rose Grey, get out here this instant!!! We have to go!" My mother shrieked. Ugh. I hated rehearsal dinners.

Guardian

I smiled softly at my pack. I walked among the hellhounds, letting my fingers drag through their fur. I bent down to inspect one of the newer pups, when I suddenly felt the stabbing sensation in my chest, the telltale sign that one of my animals was being wounded. I growled at the pack of hellhounds, and then darted through the woods. They followed behind me as my somewhat-human form melted away, shifting into one of them, one of my hellhounds. I was huge--a monstrous blue-black wolf-like creature with my usual light emerald eyes. We silently and swiftly maneuvered through the forest, our pads whispering on the soft forest floor. My eyes were hard and furious--the smell of my anger was upsetting the pack. I finally skidded to a halt, testing the air. Yes, straight ahead. I silently stalked whatever it was. I sniffed again---and let off a deep, bone-chilling growl. Human. How dare he try to kill one of my animals---how dare he! My growl grew louder, until it was a deadly snarl. I was now standing on a huge boulder now, my furious glare cast down upon the foolish human who dared to kill one of my creatures. He looked up at me now, surprise flickering through his eyes. My lips pulled over my teeth in a terrifying snarl. He was bent over one of my pygmy dragons, the small creature dying slowly. I could feel it calling out to me, calling for my help. But first, I had to rid this hunter from my forests. As I studied him, thinking of which way to kill him, I noticed how young he was. Maybe fifteen, sixteen. I hesitated, but then jumped down from the rock, shifting into my earlier form. I glared at him now, furiously. His shock escalated now, turning somewhat into fear, somewhat into curiosity. "Human." I spat, my eyes furiously glaring at him. "Look at what you have done!" I gestured angrily towards the pygmy dragon. It was flickering now, weak. He glanced down at the dragon, but still trying to keep an eye on me. "Do you know who I am, young hunter?" I asked him with quiet anger. He hesitated. "You're..." he thought a moment. "A demon." I wanted to laugh. How could he not know? His clan should have told this young idiot about me. "No, stupid hunter. I am Sofiel, The Guardian. Part demon, yes, but also part angel, linked to nature. You've never heard of me, boy?" He quaked beneath my power. "Y-yes, Mistress. I h-have." he stuttered, bowing low, but always keeping his eyes on me. I took my eyes off him to inspect my dragon. I stepped around him, picking up the dragon. An arrow stuck through its side. It was barely breathing now. I wasn't sure if I could save it. I glared at the hunter. "Do you know what this is?" I asked him as I professionally wiggled the arrow from my poor creature. "Y-yes, Mistress Guardian. It is a dragon." "Pygmy dragon." I corrected tersely. I pursed my lips as I pressed my hands to the wound, the brilliant pure white blood oozing between my fingers. "And why did you decide to come in here and kill one of my pygmy dragons?" I demanded, glancing up at him menacingly as I let some of my power pour past its usual blockade. The boy stared at the dragon's now-healing wounds in amazement. My irritation went up a notch. "Boy!" I snapped. He looked up, surprised. "Yes, Mistress. My apologies. These...erm... pygmy dragons of yours, they... their blood has immense healing powers." he said. "I know this, boy. Get on with it." I snapped. "Well... Mistress... Our clan was attacked... and now... we have many wounded. My father--the clan leader--sent me into here on a quest to find and bring back a pygmy dragon. To heal our clan." I narrowed my eyes, setting the slowly healing dragon on a boulder.

Yeah that was part one. I'll finish Part 2 later.... :)

Mason