Fire.

Ruseth drew a breath, and let it out. The tree in front of her started to burn. She drew another breath, and let it out again. The tree in front of her started to burn fiercer. Satisfied, she turned around, and faced… her angry mother. ‘Ruseth!’ She yelled. How many times do I have to tell you to stop burning things in the house? If you want to practice your aim, you have your rock over there!’

She cringed. But just spitting fire at a rock that won’t burn whatever you do wasn’t fun. She wanted to see something burn. Something that would give her heat and energy. She could burn the paper waste, but for some reason, she was attracted to burning the trees on her lawn. She knew it was a bad thing to do, especially since trees took forever to grow. ‘Sorry.’ She said. ‘I’ll try not to make it happen again.’

‘You said that last time!’ Her mom yelled. ‘Just stop! You’re old enough to know that it’s a bad thing!’

‘Sorry…’ She said, quietly, looking at the ground. Now she was regretting her acts. Maybe she should’ve just practiced her aim on that rock instead, however it was boring to do. Fuming, her mother stormed back into the house. Ruseth just stood there, looking at the ground and regretting her acts. Then her father came out. ‘Have you burnt another tree again?’ He asked, flatly. Ruseth cringed inside even more. She’d disappointed her father as well. Great. ‘Good job, Ruseth.’ She told herself. ‘You know that’s a bad thing, Ruseth.’ Her dad said, in a bit less flat tone. ‘Don’t do it again, ok?’

‘Yes…’ Ruseth said quietly, still looking at the ground.

‘Ok. Now go apologize to your mother. That tree you’ve burnt was one of your mom’s favorites.’ Dad said softly, but in a way that meant that he won’t accept no. ‘Yes, father…’ Ruseth said, and hanging her head, went inside the house and looked for her mother. She was sitting on the sofa, still fuming. Carefully, Ruseth approached her mother, and sat down in front of her. ‘I’m sorry, mother.’ She said, looking at the ground. Her mother huffed, and looked at her. ‘Don’t do that ok? I’ll pass yet again, as you’re still on the stage of growing up, but if you do that again, it won’t be easy like today, got it?’

‘Yes, mother…’ She said, and turned around, went into the lawn again. Her fire bladder was still wanting to spew out more fire, and this time, she wasn’t going to just spew out fire at the trees. She didn’t want to disappoint her parents a second time today. When she got out, she saw her father burning off the remainder of the tree to plant a new one in the place.

‘Apologized to your mother?’ Asked her father, turning around and looking at her.

‘Yes.’ Ruseth said, still looking at the ground.

‘Good. Cheer up, daughter. Your mother won’t be mad for long. We can’t be for long at you. We understand. You’re growing up and you want to spew fire every few minutes. Although we can’t understand why you are so attached to burning trees. Come over here and help me burn the rest of the tree? I’m sure your fire bladder is wanting to spew out fire, and this time you have my permission.’

At that, Ruseth instantly cheered up and bounded towards her father. Together, they burnt up the rest of the tree, and planted a new one in the place. Then her father turned towards her. ‘Come. I’ll show you something fun.’

Kind of confused and excited for what waited, Ruseth followed her father into the sky. Her father headed for the local shooting range. ‘Pass for two, please.’ he said into the ticket booth. He got the pass, and went into the shooting range. Ruseth followed him into the range, and saw dragons shooting a variety of guns. She jumped at the sound of exploding gunpowder and shrank away from them. Jay laughed at the sight of her daughter trying to get away from the sounds of exploding gunpowder and waved her over to a corner. ‘Here. Step on this.’ He said when Ruseth hurried over, pulling over a chair for her. Ruseth stepped on the chair unsurely, and her father stood beside her. ‘Now, fire at that board.’ Jay said to his daughter. Confused, Ruseth looked at her father. ‘What? Fire.’ he said, again to his daughter. After a moment, he got that his daughter was confused, so he decided to take action and show her an example. He shot a fireball at the shooting board. The fire marked where it was hit on the board. Then Jay looked at his daughter. ‘See?’ He said. ‘Just like that.’ Understanding what to do, Ruseth shot a fireball at the shooting board. She got it near dead center. Jay, shocked, looked at her, then at the shooting board, then at her again. Confused, Ruseth looked at her father. ‘Had I done something wrong?’ She asked. Jay just shook his head. Then he spoke. ‘No…Not at all… It’s just that your aim’s much better than what I expected it to be. Come on. Keep going. Shoot another one. Maybe you’ll get it in the center next time?’

So Ruseth kept shooting fireballs at the shooting board. Multiple times, she hit the center of the shooting board. Jay looked at her with wide eyes. Never have he seen any dragon hit the center of the board as many times as he did now! The sound of gunshots stopped as well. Everyone in the range was looking at Ruseth shooting at the board with surprised expressions. Not hearing any gunshot sounds, the manager came in and saw Ruseth shooting fireballs as well. When Ruseth finally stopped, there was a smoking hole in the middle of the metal board. Then Ruseth turned to her father and saw that everyone was looking at her. ‘Why? Have I done something wrong? Was I not supposed to shoot at the middle?’ she said, confused.

‘No, no. You didn’t do anything wrong, dear. It’s just that your shooting… that’s quite something. Are you always that accurate?’ Jay asked his daughter.

‘I don’t know… I always shot at the rocks and they seemed to get hit well, but I don’t know.’

‘Want to try again?’

‘Yes!’ Ruseth replied excitedly.

‘Can we have another board, please?’ Jay asked the manager. The manager nodded, and went to the counter to get another board. Other dragons returned to their booths but not until they each congratulated Ruseth on how good her aim was. Then just before the manager changed the metal shooting board, one of the other dragons called her. ‘Hey. Wanna shoot a gun? See how much you’re good at it?’

Jay thinking that his daughter might be nervous, was about to ask his daughter about it when Ruseth just bounded towards the said dragon. Smiling, Jay followed his daughter, thanked the dragon, and asked him to teach Ruseth how to use a gun. After a few experimental shots and a few surprised squeals from the recoil of the gun, Ruseth got the hang of shooting and shot in a semi-rapid pace. Almost all of the bullets hit the center of the board, which shocked other dragons again. Jay thanked the dragon who let Ruseth shoot his gun, and led Ruseth back to their booth. ‘See?’ He said. You can shoot your fire here all you want, and no one’s going to say anything to you. This place here’s for shooting. Whether you shoot your fire, a gun, or something else, it’s your choice. Next time you want to burn something, let’s come here, ok?’

Ruseth thought. She had fun today. Actually, it felt even better than setting fire on trees. She was more than happy to come here again. ‘Yes!’ she said, enthusiastically.

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‘I’m here!’ Ruseth yelled into her parents’ house. The world class shooting tornermant was finished, and she took first place easily. Now she could easily shoot dead in the center, and she was an unmatchable opponent to anyone else. She was the nation’s player in any kind of shooting tornermant. And she was proud of it. So were her parents. Her mom ran out and hugged Ruseth, and moments later, Jay joined in the hug as well. When the hug was finished, Ruseth nuzzled both of her parents. They nuzzled her back.

‘So, how did it go? Although we already watched it on TV.’

‘As you’ve seen, quite well. How did I do?’

‘Very well. We’re proud of you.’

Ruseth smiled, and went to the door when it ringed. She had something to show her parents.

‘Mom, Dad, I want you to meet my daughter, Yuri. I adopted her a week ago, just before I went on the tour. Yuri, say hi to your grandparents.’

Her parents both smiled and greeted Yuri. Yuri was shy at first, but was soon playing with both dragons. Ruseth, smiling, watched the scene, and took a picture. It was going to be her phone’s background. The dragons she loved the most in the world.

I’m a mess right now.

I’m sorry for who ever is reading this.

I’m drunk right now.

I drank a bottle of watered vodka.It has over 16% of alcohol in it.

I don’t know how much I’m drunk.

I just tried to be a brother to my sister.

It didn’t work out right.

I broke my sister’s sim card. Cause she used the workd ‘찐따’

It’s basically a korean word for a loser.

I heard a lot of it. When I was bullied at middle school. To who who isn’t familiar with middle school, it means 13-15 years old. I was bullied at 13. Badly. It might not be as bad for some of you, but other people put porno pictures and sites in my locker, and they well… literally just bullied me. It’s not the kind you see in movies, but they didn’t talk to me, and they took my stuff without saying and made me a toy for themselves. Till this day, when I see them on the streets, they make fun of me. I always say to myself that they are not worthy of my attention, but I can’t deny that it still gets on my nerves.


Ok. It’s a few hours later, and I’m not drunk now.

Basically what happened was my sister used the loser word in korean, and I got mad, and I tried to swap her smart-phone into a flip-phone, and when I couldn’t control my anger, I just broke my sister’s sim card. And so my father raged, and we fought. Then the police came (My father called them when I was trying to harm myself with a kitchen knife and ate the whole week’s pills) and I got drunk, having a bottle of strong alcohol.

I’m sorry for whoever’s reading this, but this is my state right now. I’m a mess. A real mess. I go to mental hospitals, (aka therapy sessions) and eat pills to help my mental state. I have anger issues, and now, I’m starting to doubt myself. Because of anger issues, I smoke, drink, and break stuff. I even tore my award that I personally got from the principle in front of the whole school!

So, I’m a mess.

My life, so far, is a mess. I’m the oldest of the three kids in my family, and I can’t deny that it at times sucks and brings me a lot of stress.

Why am I always writing fantasy or reading fantasy?

Because I want to escape, and the fantasy world looks like a good escaping place to me.

I’m always tired, and always too serious. And I’m personally done with all this shit. But, if I joke, others won’t get it since I’m a horrible joker, and even though I work out now, (Kumdo) I’m still tired most of the time.

I smoke, and I smoke quite a lot. I just smoked half a pack today. Of course, it was a bad day, but still, that’s a lot of smoking I did.

I also drink a lot. I drink till I lose my mind.

So, yes. My life is a mess. And I only have a few exits, and one of them is writing, which is the reason I’m writing here. I’m sorry to whoever read this, but truely, I need somewhere to pour my feelings at. I’m tired of having them all to myself.

Hopefully I won’t feel like this soon. The kind police man told me that there must be a good thing coming down my path.

I really hope so.

Restart.

It was night. He was sitting on the porch in front of his trailer, accompanied by the small light coming from the lantern beside him. Again, he was thinking about the war. He was a soldier at the World war II. That war changed everything. The war ended by the civilians and soldiers rebeling against the government. So the government, both offensive and defensive, got a truce agreement, and the war ended. Still, it was too late. Thousands of dragons died, and more were either wounded emotionally or physically. And there was no erasing what the war did to all dragons. Funnily, some dragons from the government wanted to celebrate the end of the war by giving him and other war heroes by awarding them with medals. Snorting and angry, Rustle refused. How could they celebrate when so many had died or got wounded?

Rustle opened the beer bottle he had in his claws, and drank from it. He was not an alcoholic, but alcohol let him forget about the killings he did and the faces of the dead. It let him live, if you can call his life a life. He lost his whole family in the war, and now lived alone, only with his gun from the war to keep him company. He wanted a hatchling, but everytime he tried to get another mate, he was always reminded of his old mate and his hatchlings and how they died. He didn’t want to suffer again. So he was alone, and unknowingly, slowly, he grew grumpier and grumpier, like an old dragon would get. Sighing, Rustle looked around territory. He still had a good eyesight, thankfully. Nothing seemed to be moving except for the slight movement caused by the wind. That was good. During his 3 surveys of his territory, he found nothing, so it had to be like that. Sighing, Rustle got up from his chair, and headed inside his trailer. Time to go to sleep again.

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Sun shone through the window of his trailer. Blinking, Rustle woke up. He tidied up his bed, and washed. Another day. Couldn’t he die already? He was already over 200 years old, and living was just a constant pain for him. Everyday he was reminded of deaths, and the killings he did. The faces of the dying he killed, the faces of his comrades who was dying from the attack from the other side. It was just constant pain. Sighing, he washed up, and opened the door of his trailer. He was about to get out when he saw… a hatchling in front of the stairs of his trailer.

‘What the…’ he thought, as he approached the hatchling. There was only one hatchling, strangely. Dragons laid hatchlings in 2-4 at a time, and it was strange seeing only one hatchling in the basket. Still, he approached the hatchling, and saw that it was sleeping. ‘At least I don’t have a hatchling that’s crying…’ Rustle thought as he picked up the basket hodling the hatchling. He looked around, hoping to find the one who put the little hatchling here. He surveyed his land a few times, but didn’t find anyone. A little bit shocked and annoyed, he brought the sleeping hatchling inside his trailer, and thought. This was the unthinkable for him, especially since he lost his whole family in the war. ‘What has the world come to?’ He thought, as he stared at the sleeping hatchling. He sure was going to give a long speech to whoever left the little hatchling here once he found him/her. But first, he’ll have to visit the police. Rustle opened his trailer door once more, and walked out with the basket with the hatchling in it and headed towards the police station, careful not to wake the sleeping hatchling.

About an hour later, he was at the police station with the still sleeping hatchling. He was going through the list of lost hatchlings list, but seemingly, none seemed to match the hatchling he had in the basket. He was a well known grumpy-war hero throughout the town, having saved his whole squad from death, so the commissional general was beside him, looking at the list together. Rustle was a bit furious at the amount of lost hatchlings, and the general was a bit frightened, being over a hundred years younger than him. Carefully, the general said ‘He doesn’t seem to be in here, sir.’ to him, and angrily, he said ‘thank you.’ to the poor general, and walked out of the police station with the basket with the hatchling in it.

Next he headed for the nearest hospital in the town. Maybe the hatchling had a birth certificate or something in the near hospital. But that turned out to be false as well.

So getting angrier each time, which he hadn’t been for the last century or so, he went to every hospital in the near by town of his trailer. But he couldn’t find any trace of the hatchling. No birth certificate, no trace of parents, no nothing.

Angry with the parents of the hatchling he held, he went back to the police station once more to check if anyone had reported more missing hatchlings, but that turned out to be a dud, again. Sighing with anger, he headed towards his trailer after he got the permission to keep the hatchling from the police.

Once he was home, (a.k.a his trailer) he put the basket down and went to the fridge and pulled out a beer. Again, he thought ‘What has the world come to?’, and drank from the bottle. He walked over to the sofa, and sat down. Maybe some beer would help him forget this cruel world as well.

Some time later, the hatchling started to stir, and wake up from it’s sleep. He didn’t know if the hatchling was a he or she, but he didn’t intend to find out. It didn’t matter. From what he found out today, this hatchling was thrown away by it’s parents. He felt sad for the hatchling. The hatchling didn’t have any family. Just like him. Just like him…

Then a thought flashed across his mind. Maybe the hatchling didn’t have to be alone anymore. And maybe he didn’t have to be alone, either. Maybe…Maybe…

He got the now awake hatchling back inside the basket, ignoring the hatchling’s surprised squeaks, and rushed out of his trailer. He headed straight for the police station, and asked the commissioner if he could adopt the hatchling as his own. The commissioner thought for a bit, then said yes, but only because of his social status. In a brighter mood, Rustle got over all the steps he needed to pass to become a parent once again, and when it was finally over, carried the hatchling back to his trailer, set him down on the table in front of his sofa. He thought for a bit, and decided to call his hatchling ‘Future’ as it meant a new future for both him and the hatchling.

‘Future.’ Rustle said to the hatchling’s curious eyes. ‘I’m your daddy.’

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-15 years later-

‘Father, father! Look what I brought!’ Future yelled, running into their house. Rustle bought a house as the trailer would not be sufficient to raise a hatchling in it. Rustle also cut on the amount of alcohol he drank, as to raise his hatchling in a more healthy matter. Rustle looked up from the book he was reading, and looked down at the little hatchling…well, the adolescent dragon in front of him. He was holding a test sheet in front of him. ‘I got an A+! And none other than I have got it!’ The adolescent dragon yelled excitedly. Rustle chuckled, and nuzzled Future lovingly. ‘Good job, son.’ He said. ‘Now I suppose you have a date waiting for you?’

‘Yes. So… 10pm?’

‘Yes. Be home at dead 10, alright? Now, go enjoy your free time.’ Rustle said, pushing the Bronze adolescent towards the door. Future ran out, and before he got out of the house, Rustle yelled ‘I love you, son!’

Future replied by ‘Me too!’ And flew out with his date.


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Circle of Pain.

Nida looked at the scene in front of her emptily. She had just killed her torturers. But she didn’t feel anything. If she had to live this way, so be it. She hated the world, hated it more than anything. No one had cared when she suffered. No one had asked why she always had bruises covering her body. No one cared what her family did to her. No, no one did. Instead, they laughed at her. And now, she was done with it.

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-17 yeas before-

‘Dada?’ A small voice called. ‘Dada?’

‘Oh for god sakes, give it a break! What the hell do you want now?’ said a grumpy voice, clearly unhappy. But the small Nida didn’t recognize the grumpy tone and called ‘Dada!’ happily, and tried to climb over the larger dragon. Seeing that it was nothing but just a calling from the hatchling, Pib grumbled, and turned and looked back to the TV blaring in front of him. Not getting the attention she wanted, little Nida called her father a few more times, then wailed. Swearing, Pib got up and went to Nida and shook her bed roughly. Shocked, Nida looked up at Pib with wide eyes, and saw that the larger dragon was angry. She shrank down, trying to dig into the mattress. But the larger dragon wasn’t fazed, and shouted ‘Shut Up!’ at her, and went back to his comfortable position, and continued watching TV.

Sulking, Nida tried go bo back to sleep, and closed her eyes. Unknowingly to her, a tear fell down and trickled down her face.

-12 years before-

‘Mom?’ Nida called. ‘Mom?’

‘What?’ Ihca asked irritatedly.

‘Can I have some juice?’ Nida asked, looking at the floor. She was hoping that her mom wouldn’t be angry with her today. ‘Guess my hopes never come true…’ She thought to herself.

‘Whatever! Just don’t interrupt me! I’m watching drama!’ Her mom said, angry at her. Sighing softly to herself, she went to the frige and poured herself a glass of juice and drank.

-11 years before-

‘Get out of the house, you useless piece of shit!’ Her dad yelled at her, drunk. He had been fired from his work, and he drank, and now he was pouring his anger at her. Nida cringed and crept into the corner more. But her father continued towards her, and stopped in front of her. ‘What good are you? You don’t do anything worthy! You’re worthless! You’re just a endless pit that collects food, shelter, and other various resources! Get the fuck out of the house!’ He yelled at her, eventhough she had done nothing wrong. She felt a tear roll down her face, and quickly wiped it before her dad saw it. Too late. Her dad saw it, and it enraged her dad even more. ‘What? You’re crying? What right do you have to cry? You’ve done nothing worthy of crying! Get that shit off your face!’ But this made her cry even more. ‘I said, get that shit off your face!’ Her father yelled at her. But she couldn’t stop crying. It had been like this to her, for the last 7 years. She was always bullied in the house eventhough she had done nothing wrong. Her parents hated her. Her grandparents were dead. Her neighbors ignored her. Her friends, as you call them, always made jokes of her and left her out of anything they did. She didn’t know why she deserved this. She didn’t do anything wrong, but everyday, she was bullied inside and out of the house. She had no one. Her dad, seeing her still crying, raised his claw, and striked her. Nida, shocked, instantly grabbed her chin, and looked at her claws. There was blood all over her claws. Shocked, she looked at her dad. But her father didn’t seem to regret anything. He still looked at her with an angry expression, Crying, she ran to her room, and locked the door behind her. She could hear her father punching the door, trying to break it. Curled up in a corner, she cried herself to sleep. Why did she deserve this?

-5 years before-

Nida was covered in bruises. She was still bullied in school, and it had only gone worse. The boys called her a whore, and the girls spread fake rumors of her sleeping with somebody and called her a bitch. But it was nothing compared to what she was dealing with at home. Shakily, she opened the door of her… no, her dad’s house, and crept in. Her dad never got another job after losing his, and was now an alcoholic mess. He had tried to rape her, struck her with his claws multiple times, and always called her a worthless shit. She saw her dad sprawled on the sofa, in front of the TV. As quietly as she could, she crept over to her room. But then a floorboard creaked, and hearing it, her father opened his eyes. Nida bolted towards her room, and she could hear her father swearing and trying to catch her. She looked back, and saw something horrifying.

Not only was there her dreadful father with his hated looks at her, but there was also a feral look in his eyes.

She bolted inside her room, and tried to lock the door. But she couldn’t. With his bigger body and stronger strength, her father crashed into the door, and grabbed her by her neck. ‘Where do you think you’re going?’ Her father growled at her, while she gasped for air and struggled against him. ‘You’re going no where, that’s where.’ Then he turned her, and beat her. She cried out in pain, howled, and yelled, but no one cared. Finally, exhausted, she submitted, only wincing everytime a claw or punch landed on her, hoping that she would get unconscious soon, But even more horrifying thing happened. Her dad laid her, beaten, and worn on the floor roughly, and locked the door behind him. Then he closed the curtains, making the room dark. As her foggy eyes slowly adjusted to darkness, she felt something pierce her. She cried out in pain, but her screams were soon drowned to nothing as her dad hit her in the head, hard, enough to make her get unconscious.

A few hours later, she woke up in her room, with a strange ache in her back. Her mind was still foggy, so she waited till her mind got clearer. Then she located the pain on her back, neck, and wings. There were numorous claw marks on her. Wincing, she crept into a corner, after making sure the door was locked, and looked at her wounds closely. Most of them were clogged with blood, but some were still bleeding. She licked her wounds clean, and crying, went to sleep. She didn’t know why she deserved this.

-1 hour before-

She was done. Today, she was going to end this circle of pain herself. And she was halfway there. She grabbed the blood caked knife she in her claws, and headed towards her home.

-Now-

She thought of all the stuff that happened today. She had killed the bullies, and her parents who never thought of her except for a punch bag. Now only one step was left for her to end the circle of pain. She heard the police ciren blare outside her house, and looked at the loop in front of her. ‘Till the end, no one cares about me. Funny.’ She thought, and laughed. But it was a sad, bitter laugh. Making sure the binds were tight on her wings, she put her head through the loop and kicked the chair under her. She was struggled and choked for air.

Her last thoughts were ‘Goodbye, cruel world. Let’s never see each other again.’


I’m not going to ask for follows, likes, or shares this time. This is a commison for everyone who’s beaten, abused, or bullied all around the world. I know this writing is bad and all, but PLEASE, CARE FOR YOUR NEIGHBORS, FRIENDS, AND FAMILY.

A Different Day

Reale was working at the docks. He was currently moving a container from a ship to the stack of containers waiting to be loaded on the trucks. The work wasn’t easy by any means, but it paid well.

‘A little to the left! No. no! A little to the right! There! Slowly, lower it down!’ Yelled the supervisor as Reale se the container down. He lowered the container, let the other workers unchain the container, and went to the ship for the next container.

Time skip a bit forward, and he was done for the day. It was twilight as he headed for his home. Well, he and his family’s home. He was the father of 3 hatchlings. And man, the weren’t kidding when they said hatchlings were bottomless pits. They ate a lot, and they grew a lot, though they were still only the sixth of the size of him. He chuckled at the thought, and beat his wings faster. Although was tired, he couldn’t wait to see his family!

About 30 minutes later, he landed at the front of his house with a small thump. He could hear his hatchlings and his mate trying to control them. He smiled, and opened the door, and went inside. Immediately, he was covered with three masses of green, bronze, and black scales. ‘Daddy!’ They yelled, as they clung onto his neck, back, and leg. He laughed heartily, and picked one by one off him and set them on the ground. Then he nuzzled them lovingly, and when he looked up again, saw his mate, Lidya. She looked happy to see him, though she looked tired.

‘Guess they were quite a handful today as well, huh?’ Reale said, chuckling.

‘You have no idea.’ Lidya replied. ‘So, how was your day? And what do you want for dinner? Beef or lamb or chicken?’

‘Beef, thanks. Mine wasn’t so bad. Physically tiring, but at least not mentally so. You?’

‘Hmph. You should look after the hatchlings. One second you look away from them, they’re off to god knows where. They’re a real troublemaker.’

‘Am not!’ A small voice said. Reale looked down, and saw that Olivia, the green, was still standing there listening to their conversation. Reale looked at Olivia and told her to go to their room kindly. After Olivia went, Reale and Lidya resumed back to their conversation.

‘At least you’ll be meeting up with your friends tomorrow.’ Reale said.

‘Ah, yes. That reminds me. You don’t mind looking after the hatchlings, do you? I’ll probably come back home late.’

‘What? Of course not! I’d love to look after them for a change! Plus, they’ll probably like it as well. Probably more than they do with you! Sorry! Joking! Joking!’ Reale said, as Lidya swatted at him with her tail.

Lidya huffed and said ‘I’ll get the hatchlings to bed. Why don’t you go wash up? Then let’s go to bed ourselves.’ Reale nodded, and went to the bathroom to wash while Lidya put their hatchlings to sleep. After washing, he got out of the bathroom to find Lidya already on their bed, curled up. Reale climbed over to their bed, and curled up around his mate.

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‘Have a good day!’ Reale said, as Lidya left the house to meet her friends. It was saturday, so he agreed to look after their hatchlings. Lidya took off, and Reale went back into their house. It was still morning, so the hatchlings were still asleep. He and Lidya had already told them that their mom would be gone for the day, so they won’t be surprised, but he can already tell that the hatchlings were going to miss their mother. He went to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water, and drank. Then he began to do the dishes of yesterday’s supper and all the other work.

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After an hour or so, Reale went to the hatchling’s room and woke Olivia (the green), Jake (the bronze), and Livira (the black). They groaned, and when Reale told them to go wash before breakfast, obeyed. Reale then served breakfast, which the hatchlings dug in eagerly. Reale, smiling, looked at them eating, and ate his as well. After eating, he told the hatchlings to go play in their room as he did the dishes. They groaned, again, this time wanting to fly. Reale chuckled, and promised them that they would go flying after he’d done the dishes. In a brightened mood, they went back to their room. But it wasn’t long before one of them came and tugged on his leg telling him to hurry up. Reale chuckled again, finished the dishes quickly, rounded up all three hatchlings, and announced that they were going on a flight.

‘Yay!’ they yelled, and almost flew out the door. Reale laughed, followed, closing the door behind him. He saw his hatchlings jumping around the lawn, and took flight. The hatchlings followed. As soon as they took flight, Reale slowed down and let the hatchlings take the lead as to let the go where they please as well as hae an eye on them as well. The hatchlings, full of energy, did acrobatic stunts and flew as fast or as slow as they pleased.

‘Dad.’ Jake said, coming to his side after a bit of time. ‘How can I get strong like you?’ Reale looked at him, surprised, then thought for a minute. A lot of thought crossed his mind, but he didn’t want his son to be like him. Sure, container transporting was an easy job and it paid well, but it was physically tiring. He didn’t want his son to be always tired after work. He wanted his son to have an easy life. He wanted his son to be free of danger. So he decided.

‘Son.’ He said. ‘Being strong isn’t what matters. You have to be smart. I know I’m strong and everyting, but I’m not all that you think I am. Sure, my job pays well and keeps me in shape, but I’m always facing danger. Danger of getting injured from work, danger of getting fired if I get old. But if you’re smart, that won’t happen. Or at least, the risk you’d be taking would be lower. I know you might not understand everything at your age, but son, being strong isn’t important. You have to be smart. Keep that in mind, son.’

Jake looked thoughtful, and a bit lost. Reale knew he wouldn’t understand everything, so he understood. After a bit of time to let his son thing, he said ‘Ok. That’s enough thinking for now. No need to worry about that right now. Why don’t you go play with your sisters?’ Jake slowly nodded, and went to play with his sisters. After Jake went to play again, Reale thought, ‘I’ll have to tell Olivia and Livira about that as well. They might not understand yet, but it’ll be better than nothing, and they need it.

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Reale decided that they would be having lunch out for a change. (He didn’t want to admit that he didn’t want to prepare lunch.) He brought all his hatchlings to a nearby sandwich shop. He himself ordered a chicken-tuna sandwich while his hatchlings each chose bacon, beef, and salted pork. They ate their sandwiches under the shade of the shop, and as the hatchlings demanded that they fly more, Reale let them. After a few hours, the hatchlings were exhausted and it was near dinner time, Reale brought them home. He told them to wash, and when the hatchlings whined that they couldn’t clean their backs, he cleaned them one by one. Then they watched TV together, and then had dinner. Then they watched some more TV (which Reale was bored of, as it was kids program), and when it was bed time for the hatchlings, Reale put them to bed. Exhausted from all the activities of the day, the hatchlings went to sleep easily. Relieved from the hatclings, Reale went to the fridge and took out a beer and opened his laptop. He started to write his diary, and after he was done, just surfed the internet without any mind. Then Lidya returned.

‘Hey.’ Reale said, tiredly. It was near 11, and he was tired. Man, did the hatchlings have a lot of energy. Now he understood why Lidya always looked tired after he returned from work.

‘Hey.’ Lidya said. ‘I see the hatchlings kept you busy. I assume they’re asleep now?’

‘Yeah. Had a good day?’ Reale answered.

‘Yes. Thanks honey, for looking out for the hatchlings. Here. Try it. I bought it on the way home.’ Lidya said as she held out a cupcake. Reale took it, and ate it. It was delicious. ‘Thanks.’ He said, after he’d eaten it all. ‘God, I’m tired. I’ve been waiting for you to come home so I can get to bed. You don’t mind, do you?’

‘No. But wait for me, would you? I’ll just wash up and join you.’ Lidya said, smiling.

‘Ok.’ Reale said, and went to their room. He curled up on their bed, and waited for Lidya to join him. Or he tried to. Before he knew it, he was asleep. Lidya soon came to their room after Reale got asleep, and smiled at her husband’s sleeping form. She curled up inside him, and put her head on Reale’s neck.

‘I love you.’ Lidya said to her husband.

‘I love you, too.’ Reale mumbled in his sleep.