Chazo sat at the bench of his kitchen and drank the rest of the milk that was left behind after his cereal, his long tail stretching out behind him, it rested on the floor even though he was sitting on a high stool. It was no wonder that it was so easy to knock out Jeremy like that.
Chazo is a moderately well toned dragon, yet that’s just normal for dragons. He stands at around three metres with his tail stretching out to about the same length with his his yellow stripe the highlight of his body, next to his two internal horns that protruded from the top of his skull. Just a typical western dragon as he leads others to think. But he knows different, why? Because he serves one of the greatest superheros around, Super Sev, who was formerly part of a crime fighting duo called The Rosebud Raiders. Chazo takes pleasure in the thought that he is learning from one of the greatest heroes to ever have lived and knowing that he can help the city while picking up a few tricks along the way, his favourite being shape shifting, a trademark of the Rosebud Raiders, a powerful form of magic that was taught to him upon proving his loyalty.
He stepped down off his stool upon gulping down the remaining milk and placed his bowl in the sink, he then went to the bathroom and brushed his teeth and everything else a teen does before going to school, he then picked up his bag and slung it over his shoulder, walked past the living room on the way to the door and said goodbye to his mother as well as adding, “I might be going to Crimson’s house after school okay? So please don’t freak out if I’m late.”
“Okay honey” came a reply from a slouched form sprawled out on a couch in front of the television, “I’ll be here.” Chazo walked out the door and down the path, he looked around to see if anyone was looking, there wasn’t so he decided it was safe to do a little magic. He raised his arms into the air and breathed in deeply then breathed out and in an instant, wings spurted out of his back and stretched out to at least two and a half metres in length each wing; he beat them heavily then took flight, hovering a bit before heading off in the direction of the school.
When he had the school in his sights he chose to land in the plantation, his usual spot as he would not be seen. He landed and undid his magic and then went off in search of Crimson. He decided to look for him at his locker, he walked across the yard and through the familiar double doors into the hall, arriving at his locker he didn’t see Crimson anywhere, figuring he was just running a little late he threw his bag into his locker and waited for his buddy.
He waited for at least five minutes before he knew something was wrong, he looked around and noticed a few of the other students running out the doors, he pulled one aside and questioned them, “What’s all the hubbub?”
“Word’s got out about a major ass whooping, something about Jeremy and the new kid.”
“Where?” Chazo asked with a nervous tone
“Thanks bud.” Chazo said wondering how he didn’t notice when he landed, and released the student. He then ran down the hall, out the double doors and towards the plantation.
The plantation was quite large, at least one square kilometre and was used mostly for the combat classes. It was made up mostly of pine trees but it did have the odd gum scattered around it.
Chazo ran in following the other students who led him straight to the scene of the action. It was indeed Jeremy and Crimson, Jeremy was standing over Crimson who was doubled over and struggling for breath. “I’ll teach you for making me look like a fool!” Jeremy shouted with a hoarse voice
“What are you talking about? I haven’t done anything.” Crimson replied with a cough.
“There you go again! It’s almost as if every time you speak that you ‘wanna’ be hit!” he shouted again, sending a foot into Crimson’s stomach.
“You’re clearly mistaken.” Crimson said with another cough.
“JUST STOP!” Jeremy shouted before chanting some odd words, his body began to glow a familiar yellow colour. He stood over Crimson’s folded up form and let out a maniacal laugh. “I’m ‘gonna’ make you pay for such uhh, such insolence.” He said, struggling to find the right word. He then raised his arm and thrust it down onto Crimson making a connection with his jaw and breaking it causing Crimson to yell out in pain. Jeremy raised his arm again at that moment Chazo whispered “End the violence” and made a few hand gestures. Jeremy begun his attack motion but then stopped, suddenly unable to move.
“Wha- what magic is this? I- I can’t move.” Sevlow then appeared atop a pine tree and shouted down at Jeremy.
“What have I told you about using magic in unsupervised combat Jeremy!” he glanced down at Chazo who dropped his hands and nodded his head. “Principals office, NOW!” he shouted as he jumped down and stood over Crimson’s limp body. He chanted a few odd words and the spell over Jeremy was released who then fell to his knees with a grunt. He then walked off towards the principal’s office daring not to defy Sevlow’s order. Sevlow then turned his attention to the crowd “Clear off all of you, get to class or it’s a week’s detention” he shouted and almost immediately the crowd dispersed except for one, Chazo, he stood and waited for the crowd to disappear out of sight then walked over to Sevlow.
“How can I help Master?” he asked his voice still carrying a worried tone.
“Remember how I told you NOT to use magic at school?”
“Yes master, I remember” Chazo said lowering his head.
“I saw what you were about to do, you would have broken a direct order!”
“I’m sorry Master, please forgive me,” Chazo pleaded.
“We’ll speak more of this later, right now I need your help; hold him down while I heal his jaw.”
“Of course Master” Chazo obeyed moving over and helping by holding Crimson down.
“Now boy, this will hurt but only for a little bit, I promise,” to which the response from Crimson was a pained groan. Sevlow cast a spell by chanting the words “Titans will” which cast a green aura over his hands he then placed his hands over Crimson’s jaw. His jaw glowed the same colour green as the aura around Sevlow’s hands before it cracked into place resulting in a pained shout from Crimson. “It’s okay boy, it’s over now” he said to comfort him, he then picked him up and headed for his office gesturing for Chazo to follow.
He entered his office and rested Crimson on a chair with an extended bottom so students could lay on it. He told Chazo to fetch him an ice pack and he replied with a nod and left the room. His office looked small, perhaps it was because of all the boxes laying around. Something terrible had just happened to Sevlow which had caused him some emotional and mental harm, he had been living out of his office because he couldn’t bear to go home. He sat down behind his desk and looked at an old picture. “You look just like your mother,” he said to himself. Chazo entered the room with the icepack and looked over at Sevlow, he gave a hand gesture that Chazo understood as an order, he took the icepack and placed it on Crimson’s chin. “Best you get to class Chaz, I’ll take care of him.”
“Yes Master, will he be okay?”
“He’ll be fine, run along now.” Chazo nodded and exited the room leaving Crimson and Sevlow alone again. Sevlow breathed a long sigh and rested his legs up on his desk. “Your father and I went through a lot you know,” He said to himself as he reminisced in the good and bad memories of the life he once had, and it was with that, that he got up and looked over Crimson one last time before exiting the room and leaving Crimson to recover.
Sevlow returned to his office after about an hour, to his surprise Crimson’s markings were glowing a bright gold. He stood and stared in awe only ever seeing this kind of magic once before. Before long the glowing stopped and Crimson let out a quiet moan and after a few minutes he spoke. “What happened?”
“Jeremy knocked you out, what were you doing fighting him?”
“I don’t know, all I remember is arriving at school and him waiting for me at my locker.”
“Well at least you’re alright.”
“Ngh, why does my jaw hurt?”
“He broke it” Sevlow walks over and inspects Crimson, “I did however manage to repair it, although you might be a little bruised still.”
“Sure feels that way,” Crimson said making a joke at his own misfortune to take his mind off the pain.
“I see no point in you staying here the rest of the day, go home and get some rest.”
“Okay, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, I have combat and strategy tomorrow.”
“Okay boy, now off you go.” And it was with that, Crimson got to his feet and walked out the door leaving Sevlow to contemplate events both recent and those buried well back in the depths of his memory.
Crimson walked up the footpath to his house, got out his keys and unlocked the door. He pushed the door open and let out a sigh, “I hope school isn’t always this eventful,” he thought to himself and stepped through the threshold. As he closed the door behind him he noticed a note on the floor, it was addressed to him and was sealed with an odd rose symbol. He put it on his buffet and thought nothing of it. He walked over to his room and took off his clothes then sprawled out over his bed and relaxed before slowly drifting off into the blissful embrace of sleep.