Wow, another Slash story. This one, I actually have a plot for, unlike my mermen one. ;

Summary: An orphaned seer finds himself on an adventured with an unlikely pair of swindlers: A rogue knight and a dragon. What's more, the knight and dragon are an item! What happens when harm comes to the dragon, and the knight blames the orphan? Will love eventually unfold between the two? Or will the knight hate the seer forever?

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These charactesrs are (c) To me! You steal them, and I'll be very pissed off at you for the rest of your living existence, which might be shorter than you expectedif you steal my characters and story!

Chapter 1: Sacrifice

Early morning, when the landscape is a tinge of blue and grey. When even the birds still slumber in their nests, but the owls are going in for the day. A small village sat, squatting between rolling, wildflower-covered hills, and huge craggy mountains. Usually, this small, dirty village was still sleeping, save for the few farmers who got up before the sun.

But, today, all the townspeople were gathering off in one of the fields, at the base of a large hill. There was murmured conversations between this huge crowd, but rising above all that mindless chatter were the cries of a young man. He struggled in the grip of two older men, who were hunters of the village and much more stronger than the poor orphan.

"Please! What are you doing?" Cried out the boy, tears starting to form in the corners of his lilac-colored eyes. In the dim light, you could barely make out the silver rings around his iris, which seemed to innocently sparkle in curiosity.

No one listened to his pleas. No one looked at him. No one cared for him.

The orphaned boy started to struggle more against his captors. Attempting to lash out at them with his legs, or hit him with his captured arms. The men only tightened their grip on his upper arms, easily holding the weak boy in their grips.

"Quiet, my people!" commanded a deep demanding voice. All the villagers looked up to the top of the hill, where two figures stood in the dim morning light. The leader of their village, and the knight hired for help. Both, standing side by side, were a visual oxymoron.

The leader of the village, who wore a huge, greying walrus mustache, was short and plump. He almost looked like an orange, save for the fact his skin was more of a ruddy pink. Thin strips of hair were combed over the leader's balding head, in an attempt to deny the fact he was becoming older. In an attempt to seem regal, the leader wore a fading black dress shirt, black trousers, and scuffed up shoes. If the man had been wearing a cape, he would have closely resembled a version of a balding vampire who had gorged himself on blood.

The knight, actually a rogue, stood tall and lean. He wasn't as muscular as most of the knights who trounced about the kingdom, wooing the hearts of females everywhere. His body was more lanky, deeming him with agility and swiftness, which those walking walls of muscles lacked. He seemed to wear normal clothes; a dark red tunic, a pair of black trousers, and some sturdy, practical, leather black boots. But under that tunic sat chainmail, waiting to protect its owner if someone should attempt to stab the knight. And looped around the lean man's waist was a belt, with scabbard and sheathed sword.

A hush fell over the villagers, and the boy stared up with teary eyes in horror. There, at the top of the hill was a wooden post, and around the base of that post were ropes. They were curled upon themselves, like smug snakes waiting for their prey.

"My people!" started the leader again, his voice dusty with age, "Sir Larai, as you know, has graciously offered to slay the dragon that plagues our small, modest village. Today, we are here to simply to lure the beast out!"

The orphaned boy started to shake. They weren't going to do what he thought, were they? As if on cue, the two burly captors started to drag their captive up the hill. Again, the weak boy attempted to struggle against the grip, trying to dig his heels into the ground to slow their ascent. He did anything he could! It was no use though. The two continued to drag him up the hill. The sockets of the boy's arms felt like they were slowly being consumed by fire.

"Sir Larai has guaranteed nothing to happen to our sacrifice." continued the leader, waving his hands slightly as he spoke, "But, we have chosen Voyance, just to be certain."

The boy gave out a mixed yelp and scream at the sound of his voice. He knew the village didn't like him. But, he didn't know what he ever did to anyone there! Voyance lived in solitude in a small shack behind the small, nearly deserted inn in the horrid little village. The only reason he stayed in the run-down village was because he had no where else to go. And no money to take him anywhere.

Voyance fed himself on berries and roots from the nearby forest, and on charitable foods from the elders of the village who took pity on him on occasion. His family, the mother and father he could hardly remembered, left him there when he turned ten. Telling him he was too old to live with them, and it was time for him to grow-up.

Tears started to sting Voyance's eyes as the captors slung him, backwards, against the wooden slope. He could feel his bottom lip quavering, as he attempted to hold back the tears. Tears did nothing! They wouldn't help him out of this predicament. But Voyance's will to fight had slowly drained away. He closed his lavender eyes, and let the tears stream down his face in droplets of sorrow.

Meanwhile, the knight had come to help the two captors tie Voyance to the post. As the ropes were wrapped tightly around Voyance's thin frame, the boy felt like they were real snakes, slowly constricting him of air.

"Sorry, m'boy." Muttered the ruggedly dusty voice of the village leader. Voyance looked up into the sympathetic brown eyes of the old man, "Sorry, lad. But it's you or the village. Think of yourself as a savior, m'boy. Saving all of us from that damned dragon's wrath."
Voyance stared up into the old man's face increduously, voice lopsidedly agape. No one would deem him a savior! They'd only be glad to be rid of this 'demonic' child. The child with silver ringed eyes who'd grow into a young man with powers they didn't possess. That made him a demon. Having something everyone wanted. Something that greedy humans wanted, to help them gamble, to help them get by 'easy' in life.

The power of seeing the future.

"You bastard!" Screeched Voyance, finally processing the sentence. His voice, shrill with panic and anger, echoed through the hills. Flowers started to shiver around the post as a sudden burst of wind danced across them.

Eyes wide, the old man stumbled back, his ruddy pink cheeks paling almost to Voyance's pallor. He lost his footing, and started to tumble down the hill like a dislodged boulder. In concerned cries, many of the villagers started to go to the rescue of their obese leader. Others, however, stared wide-eyed up at Voyance.

No... Not at Voyance. Behind Voyance. Slowly, the boy turned his head as far as it was allowed in such restraints. Voyance's lilac eyes widened, and a scream was leashed out from his lips. His innards twisted in terrified pain as the scream continued it's onslaught on the sense of hearing.. But the scream was soon toned out, by the monstrous roar of the pale green dragon. The roar, like a rock slide slamming into a wall of tin, echoed over the land, and sent the villagers fleeing.

Soon, the air was filled with the panic screams of women, men, and children. The cries of those who felt they were doomed. The air was instantly filled with the fear of the villagers. Gaunt horses neighed, and rolled their eyes back in their heads, adding to their deranged look. Pigs squealed in horror, and attempted to hide deep in the mud of their sty. Cows munched on cud, watching the dragon with boredom.

Another scream was unleashed from Voyance as the dragon picked the boy, post and all, up in it's maw. The young man clenched his eyes shut, hoping next time he opened them everything would change, everything would be different. But, deep down, a voice sounded, mockingly, 'Of course it won't be all right, you moron! You're going to be shitted out by sun down in a massive pile of dragon dung!'

A flap of monstrous wings, and a rush of brisk cold morning air made Voyance's eyes bolt open. Below him, he saw the rolling color-splattered hills, the small squirming things that were villagers, a figure riding a chestnut stallion away from the ruckus. And then, he saw black.

There it is. I might update this soon if people like it. I frankly love the idea. Although it was inspired by DragonHeart. cough But the concepts are entirely mine. XD Besides the swindling of villages, which was in the movie. ;

Well, g'day to you all.