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Dragonman -> RE: (DF) Dragonman66 Songs, Poems, Stories and more (8/19/2012 21:37:35)
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Book One: Zero
Prologue:
Dragonman finally realized what he had to do...
Well, maybe telling a story involving time travel in chronological order doesn't make sense. I guess we should start at the beginning, which happens to be near the end.
Technically, this was Dragonman#66 who we are speaking of, a far different being then any of the other Dragonmen. When he was born, or technically speaking, cloned, he woke up blinked a few times, seeing the chrome world with three green beings for the first time and, as the cloning process allowed him to awaken fully matured, he said his first words.
"WHAT IS ME."
Ok, maybe not fully matured. The grammar, along with other knowledge, started flooding in as time passed by.
"He awakes, and successfully this time, too!" said a human-sized green lizard, marked with the number Fourteen.
Another lizard thing, marked with a Twenty-Six said; "Yeah, he didn't come out yodeling and dancing around like the last one." Twenty-Six glanced at a third, labeled Sixty-Five.
"It's not MY fault my power is music. It's nowhere near as lame as Fourteen's "
"Remembering everything you ever see, hear, smell, or in other ways sense is a VERY noble power" said Fourteen
"Yeah, it is WAY cooler then strength" said Twenty-Six.
"I wonder what his power will be." said Sixty-Five.
The new being thought that these three were ingnoring him, so he tried again.
"WHAT AM I?"
"Oh you are Dragonman#66, and if I recall correctly, and I always do..." started Fourteen.
"LAME POWER" coughed Twenty-Six quickly.
"If I recall correctly," said Fourteen again. "You are the one Zero wishes to see."
"You are of course correct" said a withered old man, who was obviously not related to the other three (seeing as he was human), coming through the door.
The new being, or Dragonman#66 as he should remember to call himself, glanced, on a whim, at a round moving device. There was a long stick pointing at the number one and a short one pointing at the number 3. He instinctevly knew that that this meant the time was 3:05. A final lizard thing, or Dragonman he assumed, walked in behind Zero. He was labeled fifty-five.
"Now, correct?" Said Fifty-Five.
"I AM DRAGONMAN#66" said Dragonman#66.
"No, wait, it must be exactly 3:06:34" said Zero.
"What are you two talking about?" inquired Fourteen.
"Never you mind." said Zero. "Sixty-Six, repeat what you just said in about a minute OK?"
"OK!" said Sixty-Six. As he said it Zero fell on the floor, the clock hit 3:06:34, and Fifty-Five held out his hand.
Suddenly, it was all gone. His skin was no longer scaly.
"I am Dragonman#66" he said, sounding muffled. As he realized he was on a dirt road, a pair of hands grabbed him.
The man with the hands said; "That's good fer yer, son. My names Hyonix, I'm a fisherman roun' these here parts, and I think yer'd be best coming along wif me. Yer look like yer've had to many Moglinberries, right?"
Chapter 1: -1000Y
They were sitting at a table in Hyonix' home. He had been kind enough to let this poor soul who had "o'viously bin kicked out, fer somethin' or 'nother". Dragonman felt obliged to not tell Hyonix of his true origins. He was, however, picking up on the primitive language rather quickly.
Hyonix had also been kind enough to begin making dinner. It was fish of course. Apparently, "only thin' worth eatin' is fish, Salmon, Halibut, Bass, Swordfish, Catfish, Dogfish, so many kinds o' fish." This luckily gave Dragonman time to think. Wonder things, like where the scales he had went, where the others and the building went, and what eating was like. At least, he thought I'll have that question answered.
Meanwhile, Hyonix was having a simpler time. He was preparing fish in the best way possible, fried. He didn't exactly know what compelled him to take this stranger in, but this man was odd. Quiet and reserved, even more so than one of those dragonlords in that keep nearby. Hyonix figured that maybe he could get this man to work for him, selling the extras, and then he'd be able to afford a better fishing boat. Hyonix led a simple life.
Later on, when dinner was made, Hyonix sat in awe as his new freind scarfed down 3 whole fish.
"How's it tastin' fer yer?" Hyonix asked, already knowing the answer.
"I find the sensation, quite palatable" Sixty-Six paused. "I like it!" he corrected himself taking another fish.
"I kn'w wh't fancy words m'an. I'm not stupid" said Hyonix. He wasn't lying either, he'd go on to invent the submarine, which was a little like a metal boat that could work underwater. He had almost gotten rid of it because, quite frankly, it was useless for fishing.
"Of cours', I'm sorry."
"Wh't 'xactly do yer do?"
"Oh, I..."
"Yer 'ne o' them Dragonlords, aren't yer? Yer must be stationed a' th' keep a couple o'er there."
Seizing this opportunity "Why yes I am. You are a very good guesser" Sixty-Six helped himself to another fish.
"Do th'y ev'r feed yer o'er there?" asked Hyonix.
"Oh yes, I'm sure they do." said Sixty-Six. Hyonix let this one slip.
There was a knock at the door. Hyonix excused himself to let the guests in.
"Th're's a couple'a" he paused "g'ntlem'n a' th' door fer askin' if I've seen yer. Freinds o' yers?" Sixty-Six got up.
There was a withered old man in a white lab coat, and a dragonman labeled Fifty-Five.
"Yes, I know them." said Sixty-Six, slightly worried.
"Thank you for letting us encroach on your hospitality, good sir" said the old man. They were all sitting at the small wooden table, enjoying Hyonix's culinary skills.
"It's no' a pr'bl'm I hav' pl'nty o' fish to spar'." said Hyonix... careful not to use any e's in words that don't end in er.
"Now if you excuse me I'd like to talk with Sixty-Six privately, if you don't mind. You could speak with Fifty Five."
"Why o' cours' I coul' giv' th' two of yer som' 'lon' tim'." said Hyonix excusing (or rather 'xusin') himself outside.
"What is going on?" asked Sixty-Six once Hyonix and Fifty-Five were gone.
"Well, not even a day old and you aleady can tell something is wrong, you are doing quite well."
"I askked you what is going on." repeated Sixty-Six.
"Well, let me explain..." said Zero. "The Dragonmen have all had special powers each attuned to one type of magic."
"And mine is..."
"Not important currently, and frankly I don't know. What I do know is you will be the leader of the Dragonmen, when I am gone."
"How?"
"Unimportant. But you are a smart lad, can you guess Fifty-Five's power?"
"Teleportation?"
"Close. It's time travel. You are in the past. One thousand years before you were born. This is a test, if you pass... you become our leader, and if you fail, and I know you won't..."
"You sound like Fourteen."
"Haha! I do don't I? Good kid. Anyway, if you fail, we all die."
"Everybody dies?"
"Well not entirely true. If you fail, nobody will have been born." Zero was sounding quite morbid. What kind of sick person would put anyone through a "test" so risky?
"Why am I a human now?"
"Oh, that's my power, body switching, and since I'm obviously completely ancient, I've learned how to do it to other people."
So much was running through Sixty-Six's brain. He was so confused. Like a fish that was looking out of its bowl to see a pair of giant eyes staring at it.
"Since this is a test, why didn't you give me time to study the source material?"
"Haha. Funny kid. I'll give you a hint for question one. 'Hyonix is a good guesser'. You said that yourself".
"What does that even mean..."
"Out of time... Pencils up! Hahaha!" Zero laughed some more while getting up out of his seat. "Come Fifty-Five it's time to go! We musn't keep your mother waiting!"
They left quickly. Hyonix came back inside his shack.
"Now, wha' w's tha' all 'bout?"
It was the next day. Hyonix had taken to calling Sixty-Six a new name, Albert, because, apparently, Fifty-Five told him that was his name. He went with it. It was easier to be known as something other than a number. After sleeping like a log, which was to say not at all, the last night, he was ready to figure out what he was supposed to do. The answer came to him in the unignorable form of Hyonix.
Hyonix had walked in to Sixty-Six's small room and politely asked:
"Yer ar'n't gunna b' her' 'nother nigh', are yer? I c'n't 'fford t' feed yer t'day, an' th' Drago'lor's pro'ably need yer."
The Dragonlords... of course, that must be what Zero meant, thought Sixty-Six
"I should be getting to the Dragonlords... they will need me" said Sixty-Six
"We' b' s're t' vis't! Ha! Per'aps I m'ght vis't yer!" said Hyonix, thinking about how being a Dragonlord, was probably easier then being a charitable fisherman.
Sixty-Six was off. Leaving the small, yet cheerfull shack he followed the lone road away from the lake, into town.
"Get back, ruffians!" yelled a man in silver armor. "Thievery is not permitted in this, or any town, under article 12 of the common sense act..." he continued. He kept speaking, but nobody cared.
He was facing about six bandits surrounding him, one of which could definitely use fire, seeing as he sneezed some up.
"What seems to be the problem?"
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