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Yamameko

The man charged F’lon, aiming to kill. But right before the blade made contact with F’lon’s chest, he was shoved out of the way.

Yamameko had taken the knife for him. The cold blade pierced her chest, into her right lung. She cringed with the pain, the man taking pleasure in her ‘death’. But, everyone was shocked to see her, not collapse from the pain, but look up and grind a feral grin. so feral that a human couldn’t touch it with a ten foot pole.

“What? Expecting something different? You should know better then to attack the werlearder infront of me.” The one, and only, black dragon rider said to the idiot in Fax’s colors. Her black dragon, which was neither male, nor female, was on the farthest ridge, watching with its red cat silted eyes.

Yamameko blinked, and the last thing the guy saw was her real eyes. they were silted just like Hasshath, her dragon.

“Wh-what ARE you???” he cried, he was the only one to see her eyes.

“Your exiquentener.” With that, she grabbed him in her clawed hand, and lifted him, by the neck, from the ground. he struggled to get loose from her grip, but it was impossible.

“Resistance is futile, human.” she whispered in his ear, before plunging her hand straight through his stomach, piercing his bowl. yes, he would die a slow and painful death.

Blood pored over her, staining her weird outfit, which was made of silk.

She dropped the body to the ground and looked up at everyone. They were shocked.

She brought her bloody hand to her face, and licked it. “Now... to find the brat...” With in a blink of an eye, she was gone. then back again, holding the little boy from before. She was holding his hand behind her back, nearly brakinging it. “Apologize!! To the one whom you bumped into early, F’lon, whom you insulted to his face and because your brother is in to condition to do so, and Robinson, whom was cut by the now desist, idiot, brother of yours.” The little boy was now wearing something completely different from what he was before, and his face was hidden behind a low riding hat. If he hadn’t been calling out for help, Robinson would of thought him a completely different person.

“But-But HOW???” he cried out in pain.

“Boy, you may change your voice, you may change your cloths and you may hid your face, but you can’t hide or change your sent. NOW APOLOGIZE!!”

“I-I’M SORRY!!!!!! NOW LET ME GO, PLEASE!!!” She let him go, and he scampered off. And she turned to F’lon. Then Fax came, and she didn’t know.

Fax through a knife through her shoulder, and then his minions jumped her and began to stab her repeatedly. she collapsed because of the shock, getting stabbed over and over. But she got pissed, and finally stood up, despite all the men on top of her. she trough then away, snapping most of their necks. She then turned to the only one left alive. Fax. Her eyes were blood red and glowing. F’lon was still on the ground, Robinton was crouching next to him, both were staring at her.

“Y-you cant DO this to me!! I am a Lord Holder!” He was slowly backed up, away from her.

“Well, no shit sherlock! But your a lord holder because of killing, and torturing, and dueling. Your do not fight fairly and teach your men to do so as well. You are not a good holder and never will be. And frankly, I don’t give a fuckin’, or should I say, shardin’ thing what and who you are. the crimes of which you are guilty of should of had you dead by now. Good by, you little discussing piece of filthy human!!” And with-in seconds, his head was lobbed off, and rolling around on the ground.

Yamameko then turned around, blood covered, and having a puddle of her own blood at her feet, she said. “Now, if you’ll excuse me....” And she fainted there on the spot. Robinton, coming to his senses, got up and went over to the injured bleeding girl. He felt for her breath, there was none. Hasshath had disappeared. But, the other dragons weren’t bugallying for it. ‘Simith, why aren’t you morning the loss?’

‘Because, it wasn’t one of us’ Was the replay, and Robinton had no more time to talk to him. He picked her limp body and walked to the now standing F’lon. “What shall we do with the body?” Her blood was running his cloths.

“Take it between. She may have killed a lot of people, but she was provoked and she saved my life. She will be taken between and dropped there. She doesn’t have any family here, anyway. And she wasn’t a fisherwoman, so she wouldn’t be buried at sea.”

Robinton remembered F’lon offering the same thing to him, not so long ago. Nodding his head, he took her to the healers wind, and covered he body with a sheet.

It was two days later before they could take her between. Surpassingly, she hadn’t begun to smell all that bad, except for the dried blood in her hair, for no one would wash a corpse.

She was still covered in the sheet when Simith took off, carrying her. Everyone was there, watching.

Right before he was to go between, something black flashed before his eyes, keeping him from leaving. ‘what was THAT?’ F’lon asked.

‘It was Hasshath, all its thinking is: must get her. IT WONT STOP!’ Hasshath resumed attacking Simith. Getting ever closer to knocking into him.

‘Hasshath hasn’t gone between?’ F’lon was shocked. every dragon, when their riders die, went between.

Hasshath, finally hit smack dab, into Simith, assuring bother dragons to fall to the ground, Simith lost his hold on the body though. This was what Hasshath had been waiting for, she launched off of Simtih and spend towards the ground as Simtith regain his elevation. Hasshath flew up-side down and then grabbed Yamameko in his arms. he then, right before she hit the ground, righted himself, and flew off, before the other brozese had reached them. Soon, she was gone from the sky all together.

but, what they didn’t expect, was for Yamameko to appear in the dining hall for dinner the next day, completely healed. “Wazzup, peoples?”

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Sorry, I just had to write this for some reason. You don’t have to review, even though it would be nice if you did. And I am not planing to contue this. REASON BEHIND PLOT HOLES: Monkeys. Lots of Monkeys. (no, not the author.)