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Patreen was taken out to the forests, the trees were tall the grass thick. The sun wasn’t setting yet, but it was close. The child looked back to where he sensed his new Master and Mentor were watching. It was both intimidating and comforting to know they were there. In case he ran into a dragon bigger than what he expected. He shifted his sleeves as he felt his arm guards making sure they were snug. Before heading out the child put on his assassin light armor on under his robe. His large robe was now hiding arm guards, shin guards and a cincher around his stomach which as he got older would hold random little tidbits. At the moment it was empty as he wasn’t given anything from his Mentor or Master. But he hoped in time...it would.


Glancing around the child was resigned to his task of finding and dispatching a Ysali Dragon. Though his thoughts on that breed was that they were beneath him and not worth his time. Patreen didn’t have a feeling that his mind would be changed. The child thought he heard something move. Lowering himself he crept through the ferns as he sought out the source of the sound. Coming to a stop the child's heart was pounding as he heard breathing nearby. He slowly moved a fern branch to the side and froze.

Large golden green eyes blinked slowly at him.

With a shared yelp both sides took a harsh tumble backwards. Patreen springing up instantly to swing his foot out in the manner of a kick towards the dragon. The creature reared up and Patreen, started to think about shin guards as he winced at the contact of body to scales. The dragon then came down. Causing the young assassin to flip back. Patreen landed then gasped as the dragon charged. Maybe throwing the first hit wasn’t such a good idea. He turned to run up a tree as the dragon slammed into it, Patreen flipped off. Landing on the ground behind it he felt a thrill of elation. But forgot one key factor….

The tail.

Which decided to remind him by slamming into his chest. Not the cincher no...that would be too convenient. Nope. Right over his lungs sending the poor child flying back into a low branch. Letting out a loud cry Patreen broke the branch and landed in the grass. He rolled into the hollow roots of the tree just in case the dragon charged. But...It fled. Patreen panted harshly.

Dragons were jerks!

Patreen groaned as he shuffled back out. The child rubbed at his ribs. That really hurt! Not as much as a training day back in the guild. Oh no. That was a different sort of hurt, this was more emotional. He knew his Mentor was watching and judging him. His Master. Behind his mask the child fought back sniffles. His new Master must be thinking that he would have to trade in for a different apprentice now. This one was defective. The child raised a hand to his head as his mind echoed with verbal taunts he recalled from the other young assassins back in the guild. Taunts about his height, build...everything. He shivered feeling a cold wind. Wait a minute….

There shouldn’t be a breeze here.

With a sinking feeling the young assassin slowly turned to look back up over his shoulder where he first felt the breeze. He looked up to see a closed maw, then further trailed his eyes up to see...oh look. Another set of golden green eyes. Patreen slowly raised a hand and flopped his sleeve in a small wave. The dragon snorted again, this time ruffling the small child’s braid over his other shoulder. Patreen blinked and was gone!!! He heard the dragon give chase. He thought Ysali were SMALL! That’s what he was told at least by other assassins. YEAH RIGHT!!!

If he ever got to send word back to the guild the first line would be: DRAGONS ARE JERKS! Also, Ysali’s vary in size.

Yeah that sounded like a good way to start off a report back to his Headmaster. A complaint about Dragons. He slid on the mud as he ran to go around a tree. Feeling his feet give out the assassin turned the fall into a tuck and roll as the dragon rumbled past him. He panted for air now as he saw the creature turn to glare him down. Gulping the child took off again, slipping in mud he went with it and slid under a large fallen tree. Stopping himself between two branches. He disregarded the fact that he was covered in mud, keeping ears out for the dragon. Hearing nothing he dared a peek out. Maybe Yolana took care of the dragon, for he saw nothing. Breathing a sigh of relief the child laid back in the mud...

The child turned to his stomach to push his way out. Peeking this way and that. Patreen sighed. He was so failing at this right now. He was suppose to show how strong he was, not how weak. The child crawled 10 feet out before feeling something wrap around his midsection. With a loud yelp he was lifted into the air. He blinked owlishly at….oh come on. ANOTHER YSALI!!!! This one however was darker in color and a tad more. Mean looking.

Patreen blinked again before the dragon snorted. He felt his mask shift in its place and fear surged up his spine. This fear, if it was in a rational person would of elicited a scream for help. What does Patreen do. He kicked. Right in the center of the dragon’s snout.

Bullseye.

Patreen froze as his kick landed then feeling the grip loosen he used the snout as a springboard to backflip off the dragon. Landing shakily Patreen didn’t think he just turned tail and ran for it. Hearing the roar of the dragon behind him the child felt honest to his goddess. Fear. Something he knew would be seen as an utter disgrace to his fellow Assassins. His Mentor, oh she would be so mad with him right now. The child twirled as he turned to check the status of the dragon. HOLY CRAP!!!! It was closer than he thought! Nearly upon the child, the dragon was faster than the other two. Patreen thought quickly as he finished his twirl.

Kicking up a stray branch he flipped kicked it towards the dragon. The creature stalling but a heartbeat as the branch made contact. The hit only served to anger it further as it roared, shaking Patreen’s very bones. The child felt his breath was harsh in his lungs, legs burning as he sprinted towards where he last left his Master and Mentor. He felt the force of the miss as the dragon swiped at him. Breaking out into the clearing he started in the child ran smack into his Master. Feeling large arms encircle him, powerful wings flapped and Patreen passed out from the fear alone.