A Dragon’s Life: Ch5

The world was pain.

I felt pain. Intense pain. My eyes opened, and I located the source of the pain. My back right leg was wrapped up in bandages, and a syringe was connected to my front leg.

‘Don’t move, sir. Your leg was damaged bad, and we didn’t finish bandaging it.’ One of my medics said.

‘Where did the grenade come from?

I asked, slowly. I was pretty sure there were painkillers in the syringe, and it made me sluggish.

‘One of the dragons you shot was not dead. He died with the grenade.’ The medic said. ‘I would recommend not moving, but you’re a sergeant, and you’re the leader of our group, so good luck.’

‘How bad is it?’

‘Quite a bit of ripped flesh, and quite a bit of blood. But it shouldn’t rip open again. I sew the flesh, and I’m confident of my skills. There. It’s done.’


I winced as I moved. I must have got hit real bad. My leg wasn’t feeling right. But I had to move. No way I’m going to leave my squad members when I was their leader.

I checked my possessions. I checked for my amulet. It was still around my neck. I opened it, and looked at the picture inside of it. It filled my heart with a warm feeling. At least I was still alive and could see my friend someday.

‘Sir! I heard you woke up!’ Yelled Olin, rushing under the shade that made the temporary hospital with a few others.

‘Anyone else wounded?’ I asked.

‘No, Sir.’

‘Good. And the battle?’

We won. And you’ve earned yourself two phone calls, as well as some cash We all got some.’ Olin said, handing me a portable communication bag.

I knew where I would use the call.

‘Thanks.’ I said. ‘Can you give me some privacy?’ I asked.

‘Of course, Sir.’

I connected my phone and called my family first.

For some reason, they didn’t answer. So I called Seath.

‘Hello?’ She answered.

‘Thank god! This was my last call. You ok, Seath? It’s me, Rebel!’ I said.

‘What? Rebel! Where are you? Where did those bastards take you?’ She asked.

‘I’m at the army. I got two phone calls, but my parents didn’t answer. Are they ok? Are you ok?

She didn’t answer.


‘I’m so sorry, Rebel. They’re…They’re dead.

Time stopped. My parents. Dead. When I have fought hoping to keep them safe. Dead.


‘How? ‘ I croaked.

‘You know the train we were aboard on> It got… bombed.’ She said, in a heavy voice. ‘There were bombs planted on the railway. It blasted the front row of the train, and your parents and my parents went into the blasted train to help. They rescued about 10 dragons out, but then the roof of the train broke, and they got trapped. My parents managed to get out, but yours… yours didn’t make it.

So that was how they died. Reality slowly soaked in.

At least they died in a way that they always said was important. Helping others.

‘At least they died in a good way.’ I croaked. ‘So… the body? Did you find them?’

‘Yes. They were heavily charred, but we did. Your parents… they helped to the end. They helped others get out even after the roof collapsed, including my parents. And I could hear them encouraging other trapped dragons with kind words. They’re heroes. We had to find them.’

I could hear Seath sniffing on the other end. But I still had more questions.

‘What did you do with the bodies? If you hadn’t can you please burn them or at least bury them?’ I pleaded. I couldn’t just let my parent’s body rot on the ground. No. Not ever. They were my parents.

‘We already did. I have your parent’s ash right now. I’ll give it to you when we meet.’

‘I appreciate your kind heart, but please, just place them with the other war victims. I’m at the frontline, and I never know when I’m going to die. They say the soldiers on the front are not expected to live.’ I said, as I instantly regretted my words. They came out harsher then I intended to.

Seath broke down over the phone. By the sounds, she dropped the phone and started to cry.

I felt horrible, but it was the truth. She needed to know someday. She needed to know that I might not return. And now that my parents were dead, she needed to know even more so.

She picked up the phone again.

‘I…I’m sorry, Seath, but you need to know. You’re all I have left now.’ I said.

‘N…No. Don’t you dare die. Do you want me to kill myself?’ Seath yelled into the phone, crying.

Kill herself? What the hell?

‘What the hell, Seath? Why would you kill yourself? Don’t you dare threaten me! I can’t control what happens to me, and you’re all I have left! You need to know!’ I yelled into the phone, starting to get angry.

‘Because we swore we would be there for each other, you dumbass! Did you forget the oath?’ She yelled back.

‘That’s until we die! Don’t be unreasonable! I can’t control the world!’ I exclaimed, getting angrier. I haven’t been this angry at Seath since 6th grade when she took my beloved model car. Thinking back, it was a really childish act to be angry, but hey. I was only 12.

‘It doesn’t matter! Don’t be dead or I’m killing myself!’ She yelled, crying harder.

I felt bad for making her cry, but furious at the same time.

‘This isn’t like you. Why are you being so unreasonable?’ I asked in a softer tone, but still harshly.

‘Because I love you and I’m not taking another mate and you’re the dumbest dragon on earth with the worst sense!’ She yelled. ‘You remember on the last day of school you asked me what I was thinking of? I was thinking of how to ask you to be my dat!’ She was now crying hard. ‘We get separated for what? A month? And the first thing you talk about is that you might die? Are you freaking… What the fuck, Rebel?’

She broke down, fully sobbing now.

I was taken aback. I had no idea how Seath thought of me.

‘I…I’m sorry, Seath. But I need to organize what just happened. Sorry. I’ll call you soon.’ I said, and closed the call. Seath started to yell at me to not to do it, but I still did. I needed some time by myself.

I needed some action.

I needed to take my anger out.

I needed war.






Doing some work on my novel.

Hopefully i wont end up ripping it like the last one.


Lunch. And i did rip the last chapter.



I feel lonely.

Got no close friends.


It feels weird not being angry for a long time. I feel pent up.

Knife is the answer.


Knife always calms me.


Knife is love. Knife is life.

Prob gonna go buy a new knife. Not a cutter knife. Prob a flip knife or a butterfly knife.


Fucking hell. I hate school.

Right now I’m organizing my social notes.


Gonna go buy myself some dinner.

Hmm… what will I eat…


Ate this. Burrito bowl. $11.

Prob worth it.

Going home now. Tired.

Still gotta do some more stuff tho.



School. My friend asks if I am not lonely. I am. Lol.


Lunch looks good.

Fried rice, sausages, some soup, and veges.


Finished lunch.


Im not eating dinner at school today.

This is bullshit.

Real damn useless bullshit.

I will not backdown until I am absolutely right or absolutely wrong. Either im right or i am doing some absolute bullshit.


Im gonna go get some tacos.


Just ordered $11 worth of tacos.


Out of school.

Gonna get some wifi and upload another article. Then get some snax, then to my math class.


Failed 2 upload a photo.


Maybe I should change my main phone into a smartphone instead of a flip phone.



Anyways, bought 2 snax, near math class now.


Nothing can go wrong with a good coke.

My First Mexican Food


Just normal taco. Paid $5 for it.

And it was delicious. Worth $5.

Veges in a… burrito? Dunno. Some kind of flour made cover. And meat under the veges. Added some hotsauce and some unknown sauce, and it was great.

Tho… it wasnt as great when I didnt add the sauce.

Even better. Tho I did pay $6 for those. It only came in a 2 set, so I was forced to buy 2. Although I would say it was definetely worth it.

It was delicious, and filling at the same time.

Has chesse, meat, veges in it.
This was literally my first time ever trying mexican food, and I must say, it was real great.
Kinda expensive tho…

A Dragon’s Life: Ch4

I looked out the window. I didn’t know how much time had past. I processed what happened in the last few hours.

I probably lost my house.

I lost my family.

I lost Seath.

I pulled out my phone for the millionth time. It had no signal. Apparantly the northerners took down the communication tower.

The train was a mix of anger and sorrow and misery. There were guy with anger who were pulled away from their families and friends like me, guys with sorrow who lost a few family members or friends, and guys drowning in misery who lost their whole family and friends.

The one on my side was misery.

‘You ok?’ I asked, carefully. Although I was angry, well, semi angry, as anger was my shield, I didn’t think anger would do any good.

‘I lost my family.’ He said. ‘And everyone. The army took them away into another train and I heard that the train was bombed.’ He said, nearly crying.

‘I’m sorry.’ I said. Truth be told, I didn’t have much to say else than that.

He just sniffed with tears in his eyes.

I hugged him.

I realized what I was doing a second later. ‘I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize what I was doing.’ I stuttered.

He looked ay me with wide eyes. Then said ‘It’s ok. Thanks.’

‘So now you’re all alone? No one?’ I asked. I would not have rather asked, but he looked like he could use some talk.

‘So far, yes. I’ve heard from no one, and you know the cellphone’s down.’


There was an awkward silence between us.

‘Thanks for asking, though.’ He almost whispered.

‘I’m grateful.’ I replied.

A few hours past, with us talking occasionally. I found out that he had a sister, and her name was Delih. And his own was Olin.

He was living near the borders when the war broke out, so it was an even bigger chaos there. That meant more dead dragons, more wounded drsgons, and more of… war.

I truly felt sorry for this guy. What he went through, was something no dragon deserved. No dragon should go through what he went through. It just wasn’t right.

While we talked, we arrived at a station. There were tents and… guns?! What the..? Were we at the army?

‘Out!’ I heard an authority yell. We obeyed, knowing what would happen if we disobeyed.

‘You are all here to answer the nation’s call.’ A sergeant said, pacing in  front of us. Of course, none of us volunteered to come here, so there was an uproar. But it soon ended as the sergeant shot his pistol in the air.

‘Shut up!’ He yelled. ‘Anyone who talks will be shot! He who fights will meet glory. He who cowards will meet shame. Who would you be?!’

I thought of all the dead faces. I thought of my family. I thought of Seath.

My anger returned. Actually, it was already there, but it got more fierce.

‘I will meet glory.’ I said, stepping up. ‘Who’s with me?’

‘I am.’ Olin said

‘Who else?’

A lot more dragons volunteered. The miserables and sorrows turned angry. The angry turned furious. We were fueled by anger.

We all got assigned to the same squad. We learnt how to use firearms. Together. We marched. Together. We sparred. Together. We were one.

Then came the day we were deployed.

We were all hauled into the bed of the truck. We were carried off to the field. We have met the war. We have met the bullets.

‘MG in the bunker!’ A comrade yelled, ducking.

‘Move!’ Yelled the driver. ‘Go Go Go Go Go!’

Bullets rained from the sky. Bullets shot the driver, killing him. Bullets shot my comrades, wounding or killing them.

I ran. Me and my comrades ran towards the trench. My comrades fell to my left and right. Bullets whizzed over my head.

I reached the trench and slid down it. One by one, my comrades came as well. I counted. We lost 5 dragons.

‘You all ok?’ I called out to the survivors. I was the leader of our squad. It was my responsibility for my comrades to be all safe.

‘Yes sir!’ ‘Yes sir!’ ‘Yes sir!’ ‘Yes sir!’… It went on. Thankfully, except for 5 deaths, no one was wounded.

Bullets were still whizzing over my head, and it was killing off my comrades. I needed to stop it.

‘Where is the MG?’ I yelled/asked.

‘2 o’clock, sir!’ I heard.

I pulled the pin off a grenade, peeked, and threw.

Bull’s eye. The grenade went straight into the gap in the bunker and exploded, stopping the MG fire and raining blood.

It filled me with satisfaction, but at the same time, something stirred inside of me. Something was wrong. But I had no time for it. It was a live or die situation.

‘Forward! Go!’ I yelled, as I took the lead. My squad members followed me, and I swung around the MG, and started to shoot at the remaining dragons in the bunker.

They screamed. They yelled. Blood sputtered everywhere.

And this again, filled me with satisfaction. The satisfaction of keeping my comrades alive and safe. But something wasn’t right. I ignored it again.

The other squads were forcing their way up as well. We were winning this battle.

But then a grenade rolled under my feet.

I heard yelling. I heard someone calling my name. I ran. I ran as fast as I could away from it, as I hoped it wouldn’t explode.

But it did, and the world turned black.




Gotta write the chapter as well.


Restart on the chapter.

The last one I wrote was not satisfying.


Work work work work work


Having lunch with 4 of my new friends.


Just did 350 jumpropes.

Damn, that took a lot out of me.


Im lonely.


Dinner was good.

Extremely good.



Got my money from my friend, thankfully. Thank you my friend.




Had a talk with my homeroom teacher. He asked me where the hell i was last friday. I told him that I was so tired that I went home and slept. He was quite angry for some reason.

Really? For all I know, the only country that has studying programs that forcefully makes students study at night is mine. And really, you’re gonna be angry about that? Are you kidding me?


Had lunch and brushed my teeth.

I hit the sandbag again. Using some cloth to cover my hand. Btw, it bled again. Lol.




More tired.

Having a headache thanks to tiredness.


Exhausted. Got about 10-15 min of sleep.

Better than nothing.


Still writing the chapter.


Self study time.

Tired, but a bit better than what i had been.


Slept like 25 min.

Quite better, tho i still have headache.


Still studying.


At my math class.

IDK why this cookie has japanese on it, but I like it.