Sunday, 8 April 2007
09:48:22 PM (GMT)
Damn dragons, thought Matsuka. Matsuka was a fairly young lady and the only
dragon tamer in Yaharuta. For the 50th time today she was knee deep in dragon dung.
Her newly cleaned pants were blue, the unfortunate color of dragon crap. She wasn't
dumb, she now wore blue clothes. Matsuka hit the dragon with a plasma rod and began
the back breaking task of cleaning the dung. If only there was someone to do this
for me, she wished. After shoveling away the dung, Matsuka stripped down and
jumped in the pond outside her house. She didn't mind being outside naked, she was
hundreds of miles away from anyone. She moved when people threatend to kill her
because of the sound her dragons made. She slowly got out of the pond and walked back
to her home. As she put on new clothes she glanced at her body. She had a new group
of bruises, 3 broken ribs, many torn muscles, and 15 gashes. Matsuka grimaced and
finished changing. She never felt the pain of these injuries, she didn't have time to
with 7 dragons to train.
The sun was setting on the horizon as somebody knocked on Matsuka's door.
Probably someone looking for directions to the nearest town, she thought as she
answered the door. Matsuka found a young girl, no older than 12, standing outside her
door. "Can I help ya?" Matsuka asked, wondering what such a young girl was doing
traveling alone. "I'm looking for Matsuka Hishiyomi. I am to help her with her
dragons however she sees fit," the young girl said timidly. "I'm Matsuka Hishiyomi.
No offense or anytin', but ya don't even look like ya'd would make a decent meal for
my dragons. I guess I culd take ya in an' teach ya how to feed them, or sumin'. But I
need to know one thing first, who are ya?" Matsuka asked. "I would be honoured if you
would take me in, Misstress Hishiyomi. In answer to your question, I am Nansio
Sukuta." Nansio replied. Matsuka was about to invite her inside when Nansio passed
out. Poor thing, Matsuka thought, She must be half dead. She picked her
up and laid her on the couch, waiting for Nansio to wake up.
This is the first part of my story. F.Y.I. I did not spell things wrong when Matsuka
talked, she is not schooled and talks without thinking about her words. I will write
more if at least 2 people say they like it.
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