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Night of Truth

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The boy stepped out of the woods cautiously, covered in blood and dirt. He looked obviously underfed and held onto a tree with one hand like he couldn't, or wouldn't, let go. He looked towards the ground near the Brit's feet with guarded eyes. " What business do you have with me?" He asked in a surprisingly firm voice. Most of his face was hidden in the shadow from the hood of the black cloak draped from the boy's shoulders. Only his bright blue eyes could be seen through tyhe shadow covering his face.

'What is this kid? Something seems... off about him...'

The teen smiled slightly, a sad look crossing his face for a brief moment. " So you've never seen a dragon either..." He seemed to mumble to himself. He turned and ran through the trees, faster than anything Arthur had ever seen, which was really saying something. " Hey! Wait!" Arthur yelled, running after him. After a few minutes of running, he came upon a large river, too wide to cross.

Yet when he looked to the opposing bank, there the boy stood. He pulled down his hood, revealing blonde hair and sharp, oblique blue eyes, then took off running into the forest on the other side of the river, his cloak streaming out behind him as he disappeared into the shadows of Maenjdall, one of the countries most dangerous forests. " Well... The lad's dead now..."

Arthur sighed and jogged back the way he had come, ready to get home, and to his small alchemy shop.

' Stupid Kid'
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The next few days passed slowly. It was business as usual, as far as the British shopkeeper could tell. Things seemed more boring now though, and Arthur longed to return to his younger days of travelling and adventure.

One night, as he was locking his shop up so he could return home, Arthur heard a loud roar over head. He looked up, gasping in awe when he saw a large, dark shape circling the city over head. "Is that... what I think it is?" He mumbled to himself, hoping he wasn't dreaming.

Suddenly the shape got larger and a huge, scaled beast landed on the roof of Arthur's shop. He froze, his eyes going wide. " Woah... A... it's a dragon..." He whispered in awe, his eyes roaming over the reptile. It was a mixture of different shades of blue. It's large, webbed wings were dark blue, with the webbing itself a much paler shade.

The dragon's eyes were a bright Sapphire blue, and seemed to hold millions of years of wisdom, much more than the 23 year-old himself. It reminded Arthur of someone, yet he couldn't quite think of who. The animal stretched it's neck down until it's head was a foot away from Arthur's, it's bright blue eyes staring curiously into the Brit's own emerald green.

The beast leaned forward and gently bumped Arthur's hand with the top of it's snout and looked up to him. He slowly moved his hand, raising it to pat it's nose. The dragon seemed to smile before taking off again, soaring over the nearby mountains in Maenjdall. Arthur quickly ran home, surprised by what had just happened.
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Arthur hadn't stayed home for very long. After an hour or two, he ventured out to the town's inn for a drink. Francis had, at some unknown point, joined Arthur at the table in the corner, and was looking at the Brit in concern now. " Don't you think you've had enough, Arthur?" The Frenchmen's accent could be heard clearly, despite not having been raised in the country.

Arthur immediately protested, holding onto his current out of 5 bottles of ale. " 'm just f'ne... ya fr'g" He mumbled, looking away. His eyes widened when the door opened, and the boy he had seen in the woods about a week before walked in. " Hey... 'sthat kid!" He slurred, sitting up with only a bit of difficulty.

The boy scanned the room, then walked when he spotted the Brit. He stood next to Arthur, silent for a moment. Francis looked at the boy in confusion. " Ahh... Who are you?" The teen glanced at Francis, his eyes hardening in a slightly glare. "That doesn't matter to you." He growled slightly, then looked back down at Arthur, who was in the middle of another swig.

"Give me that shit." He took the bottle from Arthur's hands, then set in on a neighboring table. " Come on." He mumbled impatiently. " We need to get you home, Arthur."

Francis' eyes widened slightly, then he looked at Arthur with a suggestive grin. " Have you finally found a lover, Arthur~?" He chuckled. Arthur simply rolled his eyes, getting up out of his chair. "Sh't up, frog..." He mumbled, stumbling after the blonde teen out the door.
Arthur is a shop owner. He has been running his own alchemy shop for the last three years. But what happens when the retired adventurer meets one person, who offers him his old freedom? UKUS, rated for later chapters. Medieval/Dragon AU
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