Ok, this is the first part of my first fanfic. I love it, it's mostly for A/K fans, but Parm is introduced to a new char! And Artha asks Kitt out! Hehe.....So here it is, Strengthened and Broken Bonds. Enjoy! Feedback would be appreciated!
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Strengthened and Broken Bonds

“Go Beau go!” Artha activated his thrusters, boosting them much further into 1st place. Blood was pumping through his veins, this is where he belonged. The track. Where he could demonstrate his skills, race for the fun of it, and, of course, take out his anger on his opponents on the track. He looked down, examining the pure muscle sliding smoothly under Beaus scales and skin. Artha looked ahead, feeling a surge of pride; he saw the finish line, looming closer and closer. He de-activated his thrusters, knowing the race would be his; he leaned back into the saddle, observing the crowds above. He heard a distant thumping, Beau snorted. Artha turned in his saddle only to see none other than his close friend Kitt. Grinning, he activated his thrusters once again, hoping he did in time. Beau snorted and accelerated. “C’mon Beau! You don’t want to get beaten by Wyldfyr again don’t you?” Beau growled at Artha for bringing up the subject of their last race. “We got steam-rolled last race! Let’s try not to let it happen again?” Beau showed his agreement by pumping his legs faster. The thumping increased, louder and closer than before! Artha urged Beau on, they were almost there! He whirled around to see Kitt grinning, urging Wyldfyr on, who was running a full tilt. They pulled up beside him and Beau. The two dragons running beside each other, stride for stride, eye to eye. The finish line was right in front of them! Beau stretched out his neck, hoping it would be enough…

*On a street, where the venders and grocery stores reside*
[Artha on Beau, Kitt on Wyldfyr, the 2 pairs are beside each other at a slow walk.*

“Good race Artha.” Kitt said, eyeing one of the venders with interest. “Yeah thanks. It was really drac of Beau stretching his neck back there.” He patted Beau’s head, replying with a happy grin and snort, and then he made a series of grunts to Wyldfyr, as if bragging of his win. “It was still lucky!” She said, grinning. “Maybe, maybe not.” Artha said “But who cares? It was just one race. And anyways, it was Beau’s win!” Beau snorted with immense pleasure, and smiled, revealing his pearly white teeth. Artha and Kitt laughed together. “Yeah, great finish Beau!” Kitt replied, still chuckling at Beau. Wyldfyr made an angry snort, and looked ahead, obviously displeased. “Aw girl! You were great too!” Kitt added hastily. “You were Wyldfyr! You were less than an inch off! We all saw on the photo finish!” Artha said, deciding to help out Kit cheer up her dragon. Wyldfyr snorted, and then did a quick grin, showing that she was pleased with their comments. Moving off the current topic, they stroke up a conversation about their latest bust of a few petty thieves last night. Artha, eyeing a certain vendor, said “I think I’ll go for a Draconee Yum Bar. Want one?” “Sure, but you haven’t got any dracles on you!” She retorted. “Uhh hello? Beau and I just won a race?” Artha said, looking at Kitt. “Oh. I forgot.” Kitt replied. Ignoring the fact that she just displayed bad memory. They walked over to the vendor, Artha handed the dracles over and they set off down the street again, enjoying their treats. “Artha. Artha.” A voice said. Artha activated his screen, to see Parm and Lance. “Hey Parm! What’s up?” Artha said happily. “I’m fine thanks. What are you do-” “How’d the race go?” Lance blurted out, cutting off Parm. Artha grinned. Lance always had problems keeping his mouth shut. But nobody really minded. Except Parm of course. “It was really drac bro!” Artha replied happily. “Kitt and I got to a photo finish!” Gapes came from Lance. “Really? Drac! Who won?” Lance said, practically jumping up in down in his eagerness and excitement. Artha and Kitt grinned at each other, and looked back to the screen. “I did. Beau stretched his neck at the last second!” “Drac Artha!” Lance practically shouted. Eyeing what Artha was holding, he asked “Hey, are those Draconee Yum bars?” “What? Oh. No.” Pulling the bar out of his sight. Trying to keep a straight face, same as Kitt, he said “Look I gotta go bro. See you later guys. Oh, by the way. Parm?” “Yes Artha?” Parm said, happy to finally be included in the conversation. “Can you look at that Level 4 Blue balance gear on the 3rd right shelf? I think it needs to be tweaked a bit.” Replied Artha. “ Well, I’ll be seeing you guys.” Turning off the screen. He turned to Kitt, nervously, he said “Hey Kitt? I was going to ask you something…” Trailing off, he was eyeing Kitt hopefully out of the side of his eye. Intrigued, Kitt replied “Sure. Anything. What?” Artha, extremely nervous, mumbled “Well, uh...I was wondering…if you wanted to, er, well….go somewhere with me? If you want to of course.” He added hastily eyeing her hopefully. Kitt, who barely tried to cover up the surprise on her face, replied curiously “Artha, are you asking me out?” Artha, not looking surprised at all, but faking the look quite badly said “What? Ah no! Why would I do that?” “Because you said you have the hots for me?” Kitt replied. And Artha, in a fake surprised voice, “No I didn’t! Who would say such a thing?” “Magna Draconis Artha! You said it yourself! Lance told me.” Artha opened his mouth stupidly, and closed it. Probably making a silent vow to get back at his brother. “Well.” He said slowly, as thought he was weighing every word. “Will you go” he took in a sharp breath. “Out with me?” Kitt grimaced, thinking hard. After all, Artha liked her. But they race and compete against each other! And, oh forget it. “Fine” She said. Ignoring what excuses her mind was making up. Artha sighed with relief. “But I’m not wearing anything fancy! Neither are you! It’s same old same old.” She added quickly. Artha smiled with Beau as they turned a corner.

*At Penn Stables. In the stall where all the crew’s dragons are*

“Beau! Stop it! Your getting me covered in dragon food!” Protested Artha. Right when he entered the stall which where all of the teams dragons resided, Beau put his tail in the trough and started flicking his food at him. Wyldfyr made a few angry grunts at Beau, while he scowled at Wyldfyr and Fracshun and Cyrano started chortling, as if Beau just got ‘burned’ by Wyldfyr. He lowered his tail and shoved his face back towards his food.
“Thank you! Yeesh!” Artha said angrily. He turned to Wyldfyr and said “Thanks Wyldfyr!” Wyldfyr grinned and started eating once again. He walked towards the wall where on latches were the brooms and track shovels. On his way there he didn’t see Beau lower his tail in front of him. It all happened quick and predictably. Artha fell with a strangled cry and Beau snorted loudly, making some of his food fly up, since his face was practically in it. Cyrano and Fracshun laughed while Wyldfyr rolled her eyes, lifted her giant fan-like tail, and smacked Beau in the back of the head. The laughing immediately ceased. No dragon or human ever dared do that to Beau, and it was from Wyldfyr! Wyldfyr was always so quiet, nice and patient! Never had she acted like this! She blinked and returned back to her food. Beau was stunned; he turned towards Wyldfyr, blinking stupidly. As if he didn’t believe what had just happened. Artha, also stunned, was looking at Wyldfyr. Beau then made a menacing growl, glaring at Wyldfyr, and then stomped out of the stall, as if deciding it was a pointless fight. But he knew it wasn’t pointless, he didn’t want to fight a teammate also. The other dragons turned their shocked looks to Wyldfyr, not believing what they saw. “What has gotten into you lately girl?” Said Artha, dumbstruck.

* * *
*Penn stables. Parm’s the only one there. Kitt and Artha are at a race, Lance at school*

Parm walks into the room with all the gear. He mutters to himself “All right. Third right shelf.” He points right, then up to the 3rd shelf. “Level three. No, four. Blue Balance.” He searches for the balance gear, sees it, reaches up, and brings it down. “There. Artha said it needs tweaking…” He walked outside, studying the gear, trying to find out if there’s anything wrong. “Hello.” A voice said. Parm uttered a short scream, threw the gear into the air, and then fumbled to catch it. “Uh. Who are you?” He said, observing the tall red head, completely clad in a suit with different shades of green on it. She was also holding some package under her left arm. Parm quickly saw the Grip of the Dragon crew symbol on near her collar. “Hi!” She said happily. “I’m Jades. You must be Parmon Sean!” “What?” Parm said, sounding shocked. Startled at the fact a member of a different crew knew his name. “Oh! Uh. Yes. I am.” Sounding a bit more braver. “Yeah. I heard you are your crews tech guy. I heard you’re quite a talented one too. I’m my crew’s tech too.” Pointing to her crew’s symbol. “Phistus sent me to deliver this to Artha Penn. Something about a gift from busting him out of Precinct with that Academy member, Chute. Is he around?” Looking around, as if hoping Artha would pop out of a nearby broom closet. “Uh. No, but I’ll take the package for him.” Parm said. “Oh! Ok then! Here.” Jades said, handing over the package. Parm felt it to be light actually. But it still had a reasonable amount of weight to it. He put the Blue Balance on top of the package, balancing it. “Blue Balance?” Jades said, interested in the gear. “Oh. Yes. Artha told me it needs some tweaking.” Parm replied sheepishly, blushing slightly, yet he didn’t know why he was…. “It’s probably the central or front cranial shielding you know. My crew gets it all the time with racing and all.” “Yes, that’s exactly what I thought!” Parm replied excitedly. “Heh. Yes, well, I got to get going then. See you around Parmon!” She replied, jogging to her bull-class dragon, who magged her on. “Oh! Good-bye” Parm yelled hurriedly. Jades smiled and waved, then her dragon ran to back to the entrance of the stables. Parm stood transfixed there, watching her until she later turned the corner and disappeared. Seconds after, Parm finally came to his senses, walked back to his original destination, reaching inside his side pocket for his sodering tool…

*Along the same street, where the venders and grocery stores reside.*
*Kitt on Wyldfyr, Artha on Beau. Walking beside each other.*

“Great win Kitt,” said and exhausted Artha. “You really scraped my scales.” Kitt replied happily “Yeah, I did. Good work Wyldfyr!” Wyldfyr smiled and a snorted to Beau. Now she was the one bragging. “At least I got second. And at least we both whupped Moordryd.” Artha said, grinning at the memory of him passing Moordryd only about 10 minutes ago. “Kinda weird isn’t it. Yesterday, you and Beau won, then Beau was bragging to Wyldfyr how he won.” Beau did a proud snort. “And today I won,” Wyldfyr did a questioning snort. “Ok ok. Wyldfyr and I won, and now she’s bragging of her win.” Kitt said. Wyldfyr grinned, and did a series of snorts that made Beau scowl. Artha chuckled, eyeing Wyldfyr with slight interest, he was reminded of something. “Hey Kitt.” “What?” she snapped back. Artha, slightly taken aback by her response, paused, and then continued, “It’s just Wyldfyr. I think she’s having a mood swing or something. She’s been acting…” Wyldfyr and Beau had stopped arguing and they had both shut up to listen to Artha. Kitt was waiting for Artha to continue, giving him a ‘Well?! What?!’ look. “…not like herself.” Artha finished. Wyldfyr scowled, same with Beau as he recalled the memory of getting smacked by Wyldfyr. Kitt just looked away, showing that she really didn’t care. “Is that a bad thing stable-boy? You don’t like change? So what if Wyldfyr’s acting ‘not like herself’? Who cares? I certainly don’t.” She replied, still looking ahead. Artha did a non-believing scoff. Without warning, Artha’s VIDD screen popped up. “Hey guys. So. Who won?” Parm said questioningly. In the background, the group heard a pattering of feet. Without warning, Lance’s freckled face was bombarding the cam, blocking Parmon from view. “Let me guess! Umm…..Kitt?” “Lance!” Parm said from the back, “Would you please use some manners?” Kitt leaned over in her seat to face Lance and Parm. “I did. Stable-boy came in second.” She said, with a satisfactory smile on her face. Lance erupted in laughter and managed to wheeze out a “I knew it!” Finally, Parm came into the picture, gently pushing Lance away. “Anyways…” Parm said, scowling at Lance. “Congratulations Kitt. So, you guys going today?” Kitt shot back “going where?” “On you date of course. Artha told me yesterday.” Parm replied. Kitt shot a ‘you told him’ look. Artha’s defenses crumbled and he cringed, as if waiting for the blow. “You guys are going out?!” Lance yelled, coming back into the picture. There was a long silence. “Yeah Lance.” Artha said, daring to just even open his mouth. “Artha and Kitt, sittin’ in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G” Lance sang in a sing-song voice, with a sneer worthy of Moordryd. Parm and Kitt groaned, both shutting off the screen.

End of Part 1

You really need to start a new paragraph for each speaker so that it will be much easier to read. ;) Seems interesting otherwise. :D

That looks pretty good. :) As DargonXKS said, put in more paragraphs with a new speaker, I think that'd improve it considerably.

I also thought you did the A/K rather well, seems to be moving along smoothly, rather than a sudden declaration of undying love or something. And you didn't leave Parm out, neither does his crush sound like a Sue. So, yeah, looks pretty good.

Now why is Wyldfyr being moody?... I am having thoughts, but I shall keep quiet. :ph43r:

Yup it's really good!! I like it how every one is getting pared up !! now to find out what's up with wyldfyr ? <_<
~Shearkin

Yes i know! Remember this is only part 1 of the story! And remember the title, Strengthened and Broken Bonds.

Thank you! Wow, i got no bad comments from H! If you exclude the paragraph part...... :P Sorry bout' that. I just type like that. :)

Wow! Great stuff! I can't wait till Part 2! I think this is my favourite fanfic, really. Sure there's the paragraph thing, but really! You didn't leave any of the Penns out! There's that Jades girl, which i think Parm is beginning to 'like', and Kitt and Artha. Lance, well, Lance really doesn't like girls. But he's more involved than some of the actual eppies. Whoo hoo! :P Hope to see more of everyone, keep up the awesome stuff Hunter! :)

Hehe... i know.... :P

Thanks guys! I'll get working on the 2nd part. ^_^

Hehehe.. good story :) I need more of the story ASAP :eep: Please write moree soon. As H said.. "why is Wyldfyr being moody?"

Cuz' shes ticked off of course. :P It part of the story guys. I'm almost done Part 2, finishing touches. I've been SO busy lately!

I was wondering what hade happend to the fic .... well i hope you post some more soon!!
~Shearkin

Ok guys, I AM SO SORRY! But your going to have to wait longer. You see, i was about to post it yesterday, when a new idea of a MAJOR CRAZY DRAC TWIST came to mind. YOU WILL LOVE IT! ALL OF YOU! So i'm pretty much re-writing the half of Part 2. And it's getting harder to write this fanfic because of my parents. You see , they're the type of christians who think watching dragons on tv will make you a play-thing satan. And that's seriously tinking me off. I'm trying my best, BUT IT WILL COME! I plan to type most of it at school (Comp.Skills. Which is when everyone ignores the work and spends 2 hours doing whatever) and then send it over to my home comp. It'll be done soon!

I won't give you the twist, but Artha and Kitt go out onto their date, and the twist takes place there! YOU WILL LOVE IT!

So how much longer, cause if you don't post soon bad things will happen*signals to army to begin invasion of the moon*.

Wait.....your waiting.....for MY fanfic? Lemme get this straight.....you actually WAIT for them cuz' you LIKE them? WOAH! I didn't know that people liked them that much! I thought it was just another little fanfic to you guys. Is it?

Ok, this is what i'll do. I will write up until the twist is revealed, and then that will end Part 2, leaving you on a nice cliff-hanger, so you can't wait till Part 3. That souds pretty good to me. Whatddya think?

That sounds good to me!

Good because here it is! I would of posted it yesterday, but the internet was down.

Strengthened and Broken Bonds, Part 2

Artha was silent for a few minutes after Kitt shut off the VIDD-screen. Taking a brave stab at making a conversation, he spoke.

“So, uh, I’ll come by tomorrow…” He trailed off.

“No. I’ll come by tomorrow.” Kitt shot back, taking Artha aback.

Artha kept going.” We can go to that new place, up on Claw Boulevard. In the business district.”

“Sure. But you’re buying.”

Artha, being a bit reckless, argued. “Me? You’re the star on the track!”

“You’re the one who asked me out.” Kitt said, looking him right in the eye.

“Touché.” Artha replied grudgingly. “Seven?”

“Sure. Oh, and I changed my mind. Maybe wear something nice, if we’re going to that restaurant. Ok, see ya later hero-boy.” And without another word she sped off.

“Be…” He was too late, she was already gone. “..safe..” His hand fell limply at his side. All he had to think about now is how to avoid Lance once he got back to the stables.

*Penn Stables, late evening*

Lance is already asleep, thank goodness. Artha thought. He was already being tormented by the thought of going out with Kitt tomorrow.

He went to Beau, sat down and put his back on his shoulder. He wasn’t sleeping, but Beau must have been day-dreaming, because he had a glazed look in his eyes. Smirking, he settled down and tried to sleep. But he couldn’t, he kept on re-running the conversation he had with Kitt in his head. Was she ticked off at him? That made his stomach do a funny kind of lurch. A date with someone who was ticked off at you? Artha’s nervousness increased. What had he gotten himself into? Instead of worrying, he tried to focus on something else. Beau’s heartbeat. For some reason, that kind of soothed him. Odd… was Artha’s last coherent thought, and he dozed off.

***Next Day

Artha woke the next morning with his right leg completely numb. Curious, he twisted around to face his leg.

Then he found out why.

Apparently, Beau had been dreaming. He was beating his tail down onto Artha’s leg like a dog. Smirking more than ever, Artha moved his leg out of the way. The tail was now beating on the ground, making a much more deeper thump. Massaging his leg, he set off for the kitchen. Right when he turned around he got a blast of sun in the face. Great. 2 rude awakenings. Just what I need.... And he set off for the house.

Yes! He’s coming! Lance whispered triumphantly. He had been looking out the window to see if Artha was coming.

I still can’t believe it, Artha and Kitt…. Together? Well, we should have seen it coming, Lance thought.

Artha settled himself down in a chair and pulled out the cereal.

He got the milk.

He poured it onto his cereal.

He got a spoon.

And he had not yet noticed Lance creeping up silently behind him.

Artha got a spoonful of his cereal and was about to put mouth when….

RAWR!!!

Artha said exasperatedly, “You are getting so predictable bro. I can read you like a book.” With a slight smile on his face.

He turned around to find his little brother clutching his VIDD-game with the speakers turned on max. And a blank look on Lances face.

“How did you know?” as Artha turned his back to him and started eating his cereal again.

Still turned on Lance, Artha took his right hand and tapped his head with it.

“Oh very funny. I don’t think your gonna be so brave to Kitt today Mr. Smarty-pants.” Lance replied.

Artha suppressed a groan with difficulty. Not this. Not now. he thought.

“Lance, be a drac little bro and shut up.”

“Ooo it seems that I’ve touched a nerve!”

Artha’s reaction was immediate. He scooped up some cereal with the spoon, held it like a catapult, swiveled around in the seat and flicked it at Lance.

“Aaah!” Screamed Lance, and then he ran off to the bathroom, and yelling at Artha “You’ll pay for this Dragon Booster! You’ll pay!”

Artha laughed all morning about that. Especially at the part where Lance quoted Word Paynn.

When Lance came out of the bathroom he had a very sour look on his face. And his face with a red tinge to it, the milk must have dried on his face, so he had to scrub it off.

But Artha, he thought that’s just what he needed. That made him forget about his anxiety about Kitt and the date. He went outside to sweep the stable area. He passed the dragons stall. Looking through the gaps in the door, he saw Cyrano and Fracshun standing up and laughing.

Panic struck him. Where was Beau? He didn’t see any sign of red and blue in there. He ran to the door and opened it.

It took a few seconds for the scene to penetrate Artha’s mind.

“Beau! Get up!” Artha shouted. Beau was still sleeping, and still dreaming. He was rolling around and then he flipped onto his back and started ‘running’. No wonder Fracshun and Cyrano were laughing. That’s why I didn’t see him through the door. He was still lying down. Relief shot through him, but he still had to wake Beau up. So Artha shouted again.

“BEAU! GET UP!” Beau gave a snort and his eyes flew open and looked at Artha.

“Bout’ time” He snarled. Beau gave another grunt and swept his tail across the floor, knocking Artha clean off his feet. Artha fell spectacularly, sliding 6 feet on his stomach until he came to a complete stop. Beau lifted his head off the ground and laughed along with Cyrano and Fracshun. Artha got up, brushing himself off.

“Fine. Be that way. But make your self nice today cuz’ I’m going out with Kitt.” That wiped the smile off Beau’s face. Artha knew why. That meant he would have to be with Wyldfyr.

“Yes you have to be with Wyldfyr.” Artha said, trying to hide the pleasure at seeing Beau like this in his voice. “And please don’t do anything stupid Beau! I want this evening to go by without embarrassment.” And he walked out of the stall.

Artha just finished cleaning up the stable area when Parm came walking towards him carrying a box.

Leaning against the broom he said “What’s in the box Parm?”

“I don’t know, Phistus technician Jades dropped it off. She said it’s a gift from him to you.”

“Really? Well let’s open it!” Artha dropped the broom on the ground and Parm handed the box to him.

“Whoa. It’s really light.” He said, weighing it in his hands.”

“Exactly what I thought Artha! I wonder what it is.”

“Well let’s see.” Artha said, ripping the box open.

Artha and Parm peered inside.

“Hey Professor, it’s-”

“My gear!” Exclaimed Parm, lifting the homemade Green Ramming gear out of the box.

“But….it’s incredibly light!” Parmon exclaimed! “And you said that it was too heavy!” He added darkly.

Artha spotted something else in the box. “There’s a note too!” He reached inside the box, grabbed the note, flipped it open and started reading out-loud.

“Hey Artha. I just want to thank you for helping an innocent man out of Precinct. I picked up your gear up off the ground at The Heart of the Dragon track, and gave it to my tech, Jades. She’s quite the inventor herself, and she fixed it up for you. It’s better then before. Trust me.

Thanks for all your help, Phistus.”

“Sweet! I bet we could ask him for favors now! Like helping us out with crime-fighting-

“This is quite amazing. I can’t believe they returned it!” Parm said, still studying the gear.

“- or maybe if I save him from a fight on the track, he’ll help us out even more!” Continued Artha, who had plainly not been listening to a word Parm was saying.

“Let alone improved it!” Now flecking a speck of dust off of a corner on the gear. Parm then looked at his watch.

“Artha, it’s six o’clock. You should get ready.”

“Maybe that tech of his could even - what? Oh you’re right Parmozean. I should take a shower.”

Parm was thinking about the technician Jades.

"Artha. How did you ask Kitt out on the date? Did you do anything special?" Parm shot, completely off topic.

Artha looked taken aback at this. But the shock only lasted for a moment, then Artha replied.

"Well, not really. I just, well, asked her."

"Oh. Well. Ok then." Parm replied, looking disappointed.

Artha gave Parm a calculating look. Why does Parm want to know this?

"Well, I gotta go take a shower. See ya Parm" And without another word, jogged back to the house.

Parmon walked back to the gear room, still entranced by his new and improved gear.

***After a shower, and 20 minutes of deciding of what clothes to wear, and 7 minutes to do his hair, the time finally comes for Artha.

Artha walked out of the bathroom. (Finally) With his hair gleaming slightly and wearing a handsome outfit. It was a cross between a fancy suit and his casual wear, blue pants and his racing jacket. But it consisted of his jacket’s main colors, blue, white and gold. It had a ‘Khatah’ look to it too. Stripes of gold came in like normal threading, separating the colors as they tried to clash with each other. White and a lighter blue dominating the shoulders and upper torso. The only darker navy blue in that area was the collar. Then the mid-riff consisted of the same, but only more dark blue, with the usual gold stripes here and there. Then the waist down was only blue, dark blue, and the gold threading and stripes. Artha had done nothing with his hair, it seemed he only attacked the back with a wet comb, trying to make the hair lie down, but failed.

Artha proceeded down the stairs to the door. He went outside to the the Penn dragon stall and walked inside. Beau was already waiting for him. The only thing that changed was, well, nothing. Except…. The white stripes on Beau seemed to have whitened, but Artha thought nothing of it.

“Ok boy. Time to shine.” Artha said, looking at Beau.

Beau froze just for a second as he took in on Artha’s appearance. Slightly disbelieving, he followed Artha outside to the entrance of the Penn residence.

Beau and Artha only had to wait there for a few moments until Kitt showed up and jumped off Wyldfyr, who was giving Beau a sour look.

Artha had a hard time trying to let his jaw not drop.

Even though Kitt wasn’t completely decked out in elegant apparel, she looked almost completely different, because Artha hadn’t seen her in anything else but her racing wear. But she hasn’t seen me in anything else but my racing wear too. Artha reminded himself.

Kitt was wearing a dazzling dress of midnight blue, gold, and dark purple. It was a long sleeved dress, with a ‘cape’ at the back, beginning just above her waist line, like Pyrrah’s racing wear. The ‘background’ of the dress was the dark blue, and then the other colors were just patterned over it. There was gold strips starting at her wrists and encircling her arms, shoulders and torso until both strips ended at an elegant points just above her waist-line. Then the dark purple was situated at her ankles and shins and her little ‘cape’. There were many small strips of the purple starting at her shoes (you know how the boots and the outfits are all connected) and slithered all the way up to just below her knees. The strips crissed and crossed and made the legs appear very slender, without making them look bad. And the ‘cape’ consisted of gold and purple flames, and they melted together, going all over the ‘cape’, her backside and going on the front side, and ending at the sides of her torso. The rest of the mixed flames went up over her back, shoulders and ended past her collar-bone. It could have been quite casual for a racer too.

Artha finally choked something out.

“Wow….Kitt. You look…..” He couldn’t find a word to sum it all.

“Gee. Thanks Artha. You look really handsome too.”

Artha felt his stomach do quite the performance. Nervousness? Who cares? Kitt had just called him handsome.

Then Artha heard a quick scuttling behind him. He turned around to find Parm and Lance there, standing dumb-founded at Kitt. Artha wished they could shut there mouths. They just stood there, gaping at Kitt. And Artha.

Kitt spoke, “Well I think we should get going Artha. We’ll have to be there in less then 15.” The way she spoke surprised Artha. He thought she was going to sound ticked off, but she didn’t. She actually sounded like she was enjoying the ongoing events.

“Right Kitt. Alright, see you later guys.” Waving goodbye to Parm and Lance.

“Have a good night Kitt! And you too Artha.”

“Thanks Parm.” Artha and Kitt said, at the same time.

“See you later bro” Artha said, getting up in the saddle on Beau.

Lance didn’t trust himself to speak. He thought he already cracked 2 of his ribs from trying not to laugh.

“Ok…. I think you should finish you homework Lance.” Parm said uncertainly, looking at Lance. Putting a hand over Lance’s shoulders, he steered him away from the leaving couple towards the house.

And so Kitt and Artha set off together (at a walk) into the darkening night.

The Date (Dun dun dunnnnn)

Artha stretched his arms and breathed in some fresh air. “It’s nice to get away from the house. ‘Specially when Lance is there.

Kitt replied, with interest in her voice “What did you do all day?”

Artha put a look of fake interest on his face and said thoughtfully, counting on his fingers. “Well, I woke up by getting clubbed by Beau, then I threw some cereal at Lance, then had to occupy Lance to school. As usual.” He added.

“Occupy? Why occupy?” She replied, bewildered.

Artha tried not to laugh at the look on Kitt’s face.

“Well since he’s part of a racing crew someone might lash out on him out of jealously...-”

“Very funny stable-boy.” She said, with a smile on her face, the confused looking sliding off as she got the pint that Artha was being sarcastic.

“-and then there’s always the chance of Moordryd kidnapping him to try and get information out of him about the Dragon of Legend.” Artha finished, patting Beau. Beau grinned.

“And?” Kitt pressed on, as they continued through the market street.

“Then I just cleaned up the stable area, you know the usual.” He started to count on his fingers again. “Feed dragons, sweep, get tripped by Beau, clean up some more mess, get magged into the dragon throve, splattered everywhere, took ages to clean up, tripped by Beau again, talk to Parm, and take an hour to get ready.”

They all laughed, especially Beau, remembering all of the things he did to Artha.

“So, you took an hour to get ready?” Kitt said, slowing down to look at a dragon brush in a sales window.

“Yeah….” Replied Artha, going red slightly.

“Mmm.” Kitt checked her watch, and then looked up ahead. We can be there in 5 minutes. So we have about 8 minutes to look around. She turned to Artha, “Whatddya think?”

“I think that’s great. I wanna go check out those sun visors….” Artha replied brightly, jumping off of Beau.

“Great! I’m just going to buy this for Wyldfyr.” Wyldfyr chirped happily and grinned. And Kitt walked inside of the ‘Dragon Supplies’ store.

Artha moseyed on over to the sun visors and observed them through the window. (Custom Orders taken at desk! Specially made to fit your racing helmet!)

Kitt walked out of the store holding her purple dragon brush in her hand. She walked over to Wyldfyr and opened the saddlebag and slipped it inside. Then she walked over to Artha.

“Sun visors eh?” Kitt asked.

“That was quick.” Artha said, surprise in his voice.

“Mm yeah. What do you need a sun visor for?” she asked again.

“Trust me, I could use one. Remember last week I tried to send the grappling hook onto that ledge but missed?”

“Yeah, I was right beside you.”

“Yeah well I got a blast of sun in the face, so I couldn’t see where I was sending it. That’s the third time that’s-“

“Magna Draconis! Look! It’s Kitt Wonn and Artha Penn!” shouted a voice, making Kitt and Artha jump.

When they both turned around they only had time to see a bunch of bodys hurtiling towards them.

Then suddenly notpads and pens and papers and all the like were being thrust out towards Artha and Kitt, along with shouts of-

“Can I have your autograph?”

“I absolutely LOVE you!”

“That one move last race was simply genius!”

“You’re my favorite!”

“You’re my hero!”

And then there was the occasional teenage boy or girl who shouted “You are so hot!” Girls swooning at Artha, guys gaping at Kitt. Kitt remembered that they were wearing expensive apparel. But Artha was a bit freaked out when a young boy, about 13, shouted “I think you are so hot!” and was looking right at him.

Just about every single soul in that market came for an autograph. Kitt grinned sheepishly at Artha and Artha grinned back. Then they started on the signing of papers for their fans, Kitt occasionally shouting. “One at a time please!” Most of the people got both of their signatures, and Artha signed the paper that belonged to the boy who shouted at him, who was staring at him with a very weird look, and Artha did a nervous laugh that sounded exactly like Parms nervous laugh.

When the crowd finally trickled away still shouting admiring comments and the “Call me!” comments. Artha was quite happy to get rid of that one young boy.

“Man my wrist isn’t going to be the same for the week!” Exclaimed Kitt. Massaging her wrist.

Artha suddenly let out sharp yelp.

“Kitt we got 4 minutes!”

He looked at Kitt, who was smiling for some reason. She looked to Wyldfyr. Artha looked at Wyldfyr too, and he smiled. Wyldfyr was packing her red thruster gear.

Half laughing Artha asked “Does she ever mag them off?”

“Nope.” Kitt replied running towards her dragon and jumping on.

Beau magged Artha on and they set off towards Claw Boulevard. Immediately, Kitt activated the thrusters. Beau easily sped up to remain beside her, and she scowled heavily and sped up. Beau was surprised and then he sped up too. Soon Beau and Wyldfyr were battleing it out.

“Beeeaaauuuu!!”

“Wyldfyyyyrrr!!”

But Artha and Kitt couldn’t do anything as their dragons launched themselves into the air over a massive Bull-Class Taxi dragon. But when they landed, neither of them refused to lessen up one bit.

Kitt tried to at least use their speed for something.

Once the dragons were at another inter-section, Kitt shouted-

“Left!”

Wyldfyr, who was on the left side, made a insanely sharp turn left, and Beau followed. Kitt couldn’t believe the dragons actually listened to her, it seemed as long as they continued to race against each other, they didn’t care where they went. Artha caught what Kitt was trying to do. Another inter-section came up, Artha and Kitt grinned at each other, and shouted at the same time-

“Right!”

Beau made a turn just like Wyldfyr’s, and Wyldfyr followed.

Next turn. “Right!”

Right again.

Left.

Straight.

Left.

Straight.

Straight again.

Right was the last turn.

And finally….

“STOP!”

Kitt activated the thrusters to push Wyldfyr backwards. Artha pulled the controllers all the way back and both of the dragons stopped. All of them looked up to the sky.

They were at the restaurant. And it was certainly a magnificent building. It was one of the tallest buildings in Sun City.

“Drac.” Artha said, with awe in his voice.

“That’s ALL a restaurant?!” Kitt said, freaked out.

“No, I think it’s kind of a mini-mall too. The actual restaurant is at the very top. The rest is just shops and stuff.

“Drac.” Kitt said admiringly.

Artha glanced at his watch and gave a whoop of joy, making Kitt start.

“5 minutes to get here! Yeah right! And 3 minutes to spare! It took 2 minutes for us to get from the market in Mid-City to Claw Boulevard! I think that’s a record! A personal best! For the both of us!” Artha told Kitt ecstatically.

Kitt’s eyes grew wide, she grabbed Artha’s wrist and shoved it up to her nose.

“Ow! Kitt!”

“Oh stop whining stable-boy!” And she loosened her grip on his wrist. “Magna Draconis Artha! Are you sure there’s nothing wrong with your watch?”

“Pretty sure. Check yours.”

Kitt checked her watch too. There it was. 6:13. Kitt let out a long low whistle.

“Wow I gotta write that down... Oh! Artha! We got 2 minutes to get up there!” Kitt added, looking again up at the top of building.

“I don’t think we have enough time to get to the building and elevator. And they said that past exactly 6:20 our table will be up for grabs. And they got us the best table in the place too, probably because we’re well-known.”

“Famous you mean.” Artha corrected, with a wide grin.

“Yeah famous, whatever. But how do you think we can get up there Artha?! There just isn’t enough time!”

The sky was getting darker by the second, but Artha saw a balcony that he knew was a viewing platform in the restaurant. He looked to Beau and Wyldfyr and nodded. They both nodded back.

“Artha I’m running to the elevator, now!” And she started off.

But Artha grabbed her just in time.

“Kitt it’s ok!” Laughing at the same time. “C’mere” He hugged Kitt and winked at the dragons.

Beau and Wyldfyr combined their energy and magged Kitt and Artha.

“And get back to the stables after! You know where they are, and I already called them! So they know that you’re coming!” Artha called.

Then Artha and Kitt were thrust upwards, they could both see through the windows and observe people sopping, but before they knew it, they were on the balcony.

Artha and Kitt looked over to see Beau and Wyldfyr the size of dogs, heading to the west side of the building, where the stables were.

“Very nice entrance Mr. Penn.” A voice said.

Artha and Kitt turned around to see an old man who was dressed as a waiter.

“I knew you would come in time.” He continued, bowing to them now. “I will go prepare your table for you.” And with a swish of tartan, he was gone.

No. Way. Not an old waiter! Kitt thought.

“You have got to be kidding me! Out of all the waiters and waitresses, we had to get the one that’s senile! By the looks of it anyways.” Whispered Kitt.

“Exactly what I thought!” Artha muttered back.

They stepped off the balcony and into the restaurant. The only face Artha and Kitt recognized was Khatah, of the Inner Order Crew. It appeared that Khatah was having a family reunion. Artha caught his eye; Khatah looked at Artha then Kitt. He grinned. And then engaged what looked like his Mother in a conversation.

And Artha noticed a very, very familiar back of someone but then-

Suddenly, there old waiter appeared out of no where.

“Follow me Miss. Wonn.” He said shortly.

They walked a short way to a handsome mahogany table with a spectacular view. Kitt looked over to the entrance of the restaurant and saw a few rich couples throwing extremely jealous and loathing looks over to them.

He pulled out a chair for Kitt and she sat down smartly.

“Thank you Mr…?”

“Please call me Rivly Madam. I’ll be your waiter this evening.”

He turned to Artha.

“Ah Mr. Penn, we finally meet. I knew your Father and Mother quite well.

Artha froze solid.

His brain went berserk. Even in his head things didn't make sense.

WHAT. THE. Wait, let’s not jump to conclusions here. He said he knows mom! But,but,but,but…. Ok, I’m not surprised by an old guy knowing Dad, BUT MOM?Ok! I have GOT TO get this guy’s address or something! How can he know Mom?? Even if he tells me something it’ll probably be more than Dad has ever told me! He hasn’t even told me the NAME of Mom? What’s up with that? Ok, here’s what I’ll do, I politely press him about Mom, pretending that I probably know it. Yeah, that’s what I’ll do.

Artha stood there with his mouth open, and he shut it when he remembered it was hanging there. He then forced a smile on and replied politely,

“R-Really?” And he sat down in his chair and reached for the menu.

“Yes. Quite the talented individual-”

“What the? No way! Magna Draconis! Penn and Wonn? Together? Said a horribly familiar voice. Only that voice could belong too…..Moordryd Paynn.

Very loudly, so the entire section of the restaurant stopped chatting and eating to listen, Moordryd continued.

“I can’t believe it! Penn finally worked up his courage and asked you out Kitt? Magna Draconis! Don’t lose her, like you lose races Penn!” he added nastily.

Kitt was ticked off right off the bat. “Oh shut up Paynn! I don’t want to brag, but I’ve won much more races than you! Even Artha has!” She replied, fuming.

“And the pathetic thing is Moordryd, is that you’ve raced longer than me, and I still have more skill than you.” Artha added quietly, finally recovering (not entirely though) from the shock he just had.

An ugly look crossed Moordryd’s face. He opened his mouth to shoot back a nasty reply but was interrupted by Rivly.

“I am very sorry sir to interrupt, but you see, you’ve disturbed every single living soul in this restaurant. People need to eat Mr. Paynn.” Moordryds mouth hung open in shock. E couldn’t believe someone would interrupt him. “And I don’t think you should disturb everyone’s evening for your rant.” He added, in a dangerous voice.

“Look old man, my father owns this place, he could easily fire you on the spot and I don’t think you should be allowed to disturb my conversations!”

“And I don’t you should be allowed to disturb everyone else’s evening. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to serve some excellent dragon racers.” And he turned smartly on the spot and marched right back to Kitt and Artha.

Then all of the people clapped, except about a dozen or so Kitt suspected as Moordryd fans.

Moordryd was fuming. He slammed the check on his table and made his way to the exit, pushing past Rivly.

“As I was saying, quite the talented individual Zulay was…” Rivly said.

This time, it was Moordryd's turn to freeze solid.
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Wait for Part 3!

You have 3 days to post MORE! Or else my army will conquer the moon. It was really good and I am dieing to read more. :cookie:

*eyes pop out* 3 days?! Yeah right, in your dreams. I'm fast, but not that fast. Part 1 was over 2000 words, Part 2 was over 4000 words, i can't write a 6000 word fanfic in 3 days! It's hard enough to get 10 minutes in, cuz' of my parents! Like i said in my earlier post -->

But thank you for showing such a intrest in my 1st fan-fic!

Hunter, if I were you I should consider reading a certain PM before saying anything else.

I didnt actually mean 3 days. That was just a random number I pressed. At any rate just post the same way you are doing now. Alot of words are coming in a short amount of time and its also really good.And what exactly do you mean by play-thing satan.

I think they forgot to put 'of' between 'plaything' and 'satan'. :P

Um, it doesn't look like we'll get any more of the story. Ever. :(

whoah, how did she get unregistered?

what what what happened to hunter she writes nice stories

Yeah thats what im wondering too. Did she get deleted or somethiing?

Hunter knows why, and I don't think the rest of the board needs to. Suffice it to say, if you follow the rules it won't happen to you.

wow this part was relly good ..to bad she never got to finish it :(
~Shearkin

I'm with Shearkin. :( :( :(

WOW.. this is so good... too bad Hunter is gone, and can not post the rest.... I wonder what happide to her.

Don't we all. :unsure:

Yeah, I'm with everyone too. :(

But I wonder, is it possible for someone to continue her story on her behalf? :unsure: It's just a suggestion...

I second that!... :)

With ya!

I realy liked this fic. :lol:
that would be great if someone could finish it. I would my self but i cant write worth any thing. :P
And if that dosent work hopefuly she will put in on fanfiction.net

your seconding every thing hehe ...but that would be a good ideah maby I could email her telling her how everyone feels' she can send me soem chapters' and Icould post them fopr her .
~Shearkin

Yah, that'd be a great idea!

well I think she agree's!!

thats' what she told me!! ( after I told her your post ) well I will post the new chapter when she send's it!!
~Shearkin

I think that everyone here is forgetting one major thing; Hunther was deleted from this forum for a reason. A very good reason. And no, I'm not telling you what that reason was. Not because I feel I've done something wrong, but because if I were Hunter I'd be very humiliated if everyone found out. No one has done anything to Hunter, she did it to herself. We don't need to smother her with sympathy.

did it have to do with the fan fiction?? you still dont have to tell I'm just wondering .....can I still post the chapter's when she send's them to me?( I want to know what happen's in her story)
~Shearkin

I have a pretty good idea what the reason is.

ok for all those who liked this story and woudl like to read the rest go to skye's dragon stable hunter is posting it there now!!
link to story !!
~Shearkin

Gak! I still have to wait for chapter three. :( Hope the rest is posted soon.

well there she has it poosted it's on the same post we just have to waight for part chapter (what ever you what to call it )4
~Shearkin