Orgins of Newark tales: Rise of the HeavyMetal Dragon Chapter 2

Simon

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He was a odd one. He didn’t act like a god or like the stories of the death gods that trick men into selling their soul’s away for the price of the world and gained nothing but a quick death.

I watched him out the corner of my eye. He stood unsure of himself. His face was still weirdly changing at random with weird numbers and codes flashing across his face and in his skin..

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He kept his hoodie low over his face and glared at me when he caught me staring at him. He was embarrassed. I did wonder though was it an act. Did he really have an idea for how this would play out and did he really know all the details to why I had lost it for a few seconds.

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“Do you know all the details for why he chose me?’ I asked.

“I know enough. He’s a crazy fucker. Giving up isn’t an option. You got people that depend on you.” The kid said smoothly.

I smiled. “Hmm. Interesting. Who taught you that? Your father or another god?” I asked still digging.

“I don’t have a father. I come from The elements of our realm. You said it to Sunny Rain last year when she asked you why you worked so hard?” The kid said.

Damn.”hmm. So you been watching me for more then a minute. So you born from the magics?”

“If elements means magic then yeah.” He said unsure of my meaning.

“What’s your name?”

He shook his head. “I don’t have one. I never needed one and no god or otherwise thought to give me one. Fixing the cruiser will save your family. That was the deal Malone offered to you.”

I smiled. He was learning. I had a plan going though. He still had a lot to learn about how the world really worked. “Hmm. You know much about cruisers?”

“No. I watch people. I don’t know how to make or fix stuff.” He said in that honest open voice of a child.

I paused in my work and looked up frowning. What the fuck are you guys doing? Leaving this kid to wander around the fucking world doing nothing and not knowing what to do with himself?

I got no answer. I expected none now. I looked at the kid. His back was to me and he was looking at my tools.. I looked at the fire element dragon God on my wall above his head.

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“Do you work all the elements?”

He shook his head examining my tools and touching them. “No. Those old farts do their own thing and live in the old world of thinking just like the gods.”

Hmm. That’s what he was. He was a dragon but not one of four. He was of the modern age. He talked and acted like the kids of this age. The age of metal and advancements. Metal.

“The Metal dragon.”

He sent me a glare. “It doesn’t matter what I am.”

“It matters to me. If I going to teach you a trade to do with your life then I need a name to call you by. It’s either Metal or dragon.”

“You can call me Dragon.” He said.

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

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