Toothless the Night Fury

Watching Ajax walk off sent a "What the f****?" to Jason's mind, obviously confused about the recent turn of events. Suddenly embarrassed in front of Sasha, Jason blushes, his new friend now turned him into a fool in front of a girl. As Ajax strolled away with seemingly no trouble except for the small mess he made, Jason chuckles, relieving some of the awkward atmosphere in the room. "I suppose he is." Jason replies, then agrees with Sasha's suggestion. "Yeah, let's get that book." Searching for the item the two looked for wasn't an easy thing, seeing that the building had little to no working computers. "We're looking for anything that could help us out. Something that could shed some light upon our powers." Jason didn't question his powers much before today either, since he didn't want anything to do with them. After today however, seeing that there are more like him, he felt a strange desire to learn more about this curse... And about Sasha too. Sasha's comment about their gifts sparked a second thought about Jason. "I don't know." Jason mumbles, thinking about his dreaded power as he shuffled through the various books. "It's not like burning down buildings or lighting people on fire is a very good gift." He continues scrolling through the archives, before coming across a large brown book.

Listening to the gibberish, Jason frowned at Ajax, obviously worried for him. Placing the back of his hand against his forehead, Jason pulled it away quickly, surprised from the high temperature he was burning up in. "Damn he's burning up... It's like he went from hell and back or something..." Ignoring the glances from the surrounding crowd, Jason looked over at Sasha, asking her, "Think we can carry him to the plane? He doesn't look too good." Taking another look at Ajax, he turned back to her. "I'd hate to ask so much of you, but it would be amazing if you could." Thinking over a plan, the two of them could probably carry Ajax over his shoulder, and limp him slowly back to the plane. The attendants there could probably help him out... Maybe they stored some medicine around? Caught up in helping Ajax, he almost forgot what he came here to do. "Oh! We still need to get that book!" Jason said to Sasha, still interested in reading up about elementists and their origins. "We could probably read about it up on the lighthouse."

Jason pretended not to notice when Sasha walked up to him, and instead tried to pick between the 12-case pencils, or the 14 with a slightly higher price. However, when she picked up the expensive set he was looking at earlier, he couldn't help but take notice. But when she offered to buy them, his heart soared. Overcome with excitement, Jason asked, "Really? You'd buy that for us?" He then followed up with, "Thanks. I really appreciate it." He then hugged her, and, without thinking, planted a small kiss on the side of her cheek. A small tinge of color in his cheeks, Jason then said, "We better get going. That plane's going to leave soon, and we still need to hit the library and the lighthouse." After the two left the art store, Jason followed the map to the library, a small, one-story building with a garden and lots of windows. Entering, Jason saw that it wasn't that bad, and wouldn't mind to kill a few hours here. It was somewhat old fashioned, lacking many modern computers, but hey. A library should really be about the books, not the high-tech computers. Except one thing disturbed Jason... one thing... He saw someone, exhausted and overwhelmed at a small reading table, covered in vomit... The same person who seemed so familiar at the art store... "Ajax!"

The giddy little child in a young woman's body was quite an amusing sight to see, especially to Jason who was standing idly by. "Apparently I'm not the only one who's an artist on this trip." He chuckled, suddenly curious to look at some of Sasha's sketches. "Drawing and writing is usually the only past-time I get, so I learned quickly." As Jason was led into the isle with the colored markers and pencils, he could have swore he saw a familiar character entering the art store down a row of cheesy get-well and birthday cards. He didn't have much time to catch a good peek, so he disregarded it quickly. Whoever it may be, he hoped he/she could wait until another time. When he entered the isle, he was in awe. So many colors... so much brighter and more vivid than the dull ones he owned. Amazed, Jason admitted, "Okay... You're fun." He took no time to waste, and immediately headed toward a small section of colored pencils. The cardboard boxed ones were standard, with only 12 or 14 pencils, but what really caught Jason's eye was a box set that contained every shade, hue, and dye of so many colors. It was a beautiful sight, and Jason could imagine the masterpieces he could create with all of these colors. Only problem, it was $125 dollars, nowhere near anything he could afford. Reluctant to put the box set down, Jason began looking at the 12-cardboard box sets again. Too caught up in the pencils, he didn't notice Sasha talking with the mysterious character behind him...

The thought of returning back to the island did bring a small smile to Jason's lips. But, then again, he didn't even get the chance to tour the island, so it was a bit early to start hoping. "Heh." Jason chuckled. "Maybe..." He smiled at Sasha, meeting her eyes with his own for a moment. When Sasha mentioned the art store, Jason remembered that he was in need of some new pencils. The dull grey pencils he had weren't giving him quite the effect he wanted. They always seemed off by a few shades. Many of his sketches seemed either too light, or too dark, which was why he scrapped so many of them. Some color wouldn't hurt e— Jason's thoughts were interrupted when a warm hand clasped around his. When he realized that it was Sasha who held his hand, he couldn't help but blush. It's been quite a while since anyone has actually given a second look at the once foster child, and probably never when someone was so... intimate... with him. He liked it. Butterflies seemed to flutter in Jason's stomach, as he suddenly was at a loss for words. The only thing he could do... was hold her hand back. "Y-yeah. Let's get going." Jason smiled back, unable to mask his affection for her.

Jason shook his head, a headache still pounding within his temple. "Let's just get outside. Maybe some fresh air would help." He stood up and walked toward the door, but had time to take the asprin and the glass of water before he left the train. As soon as Jason stepped outside, he was immediately blinded by the afternoon sun. His eyes, however, quickly made the adjustment, and the first thing he noticed was the ocean breeze. It smelled of salt, with the slight aroma of fish drifing in the air. The wind had an amazing cool feel as it brushed past Jason's skin, and suddenly realized he should have brought a jacket, silly him. His eyes soon began to examine his surroundings, and wasn't disapointed by the town's old-fasioned, and still amazing architecture. Scanning over the treetops, he could barely catch a glimpse of the lighthouse on the far side of the island. Jason couldn't help but chuckle. The small little town was pleasing to all of his senses, and he wouldn't be suprised if the cooking was amazing too. "Why couldn't we have school here?" He joked to Sasha.

The speaker crackled to life as an announcement rang for the second time, forcing Jason to put down his pencil and sigh. Running a hand through his hair, he began to pack up what little he had to leave for the airport. A How To Train Your Dragon book, his pencil case with only a few grey utencils within it, and the two notebooks was what the light backpack was filled up with. But when Jason went to slip his journal into his backpack, his fingers suddenly slipped, the entire weight of the book now crashing upon the ground. Various papers were scattered around the room, as Jason immediately bent over to pick them up. He soon came across a sheet of paper that he didn't reconize at first glance. It was a brown sheet of paper, and heavily worn over the ages. He was suprised he didn't notice it sooner within the jumble of white lined binder paper. Picking up the sheet, it felt sandpapery between his fingers. Rough, not smooth like the paper manufactured today. Some of the edges were scarred with black charcoal. One side was blank, and the other a wall of text with a small picture in the middle. Like if a strange magic was jamming his senses, he couldn't comprehend the text, nor the picture. It seemed... fuzzy. As he tried to squint to make sense of the jumble of characters, he smelled something in the air... Smoke. Jason coughed under it's grasp, feeling as if someone was literally strangling him from behind. He tried to look for the door to escape, but the dark soot was so thick that he could barely see his feet only a couple feet away. All he could make out was the dark outline of his hands, and the paper, which suddenly came into focus... It was a news article... Jason couldn't resist to read it. As his eyes traced down the text, a flurry of images slammed into his head like a hammer. Fire... fire everywhere... It seemed to consume the house itself as it hopped from furniture to furniture, racing along the walls as it ignited everything in it's path... Clutching the side of his head as the pain hit, blood-curling screams echoed in his head. Jason stood helpless as he watched the long flames wrap around the three humans... "AAAAAHHHH!" Jason awoke, breathing heavily, his entire body covered in a cold sweat. After taking a few moments to collect himself, he realized he must have fallen asleep on top of his desk. It was all a nightmare... He confirmed to himself as he packed up, once again putting all of his stuff in his black backpack. It was all a nightmare... Jason quickly made his way toward the exit, and almost forgot that he was meeting Sasha in the middle cart. Taking a seat on one of the couches, he ordered a ice water and an asprin, sending one of the waitressess off as he put his head in his hands. However, during the rush of his packing, he didn't see that small brown piece of paper under his bed, with the news headline reading, "Family burned alive in fire; only one survivor"...

Ignoring Red's comment, Jason watched Ajax as he walked away, obviously upset about the situation. He was glad that the situation was defused, but he expected to see that angry kid again. What was his problem? He got so upset over so little, that it was a quite disturbing sight to see. Jason appreciated the support he got support from the blonde, still standing in her place a few feet away from him. Then again, it was quite strange that she suddenly burst out into a frantic fit, swinging her arms at the air as it was filled with thousands of stinging wasps. But then again, what WASN't strange on this train? Suprisingly, it was the same girl he saw two times earlier. Once when he hopped on the train, and the second during the acid accident. He could have swore he saw her another time after that, but he couldn't quite remember the event. Jason still felt a bit stingy about being around her, his hand being burnt and all. But really, it wasn't her fault. It was his decision to touch the yellow acidic liquid in his bed, so it was his own stupidity after all. Jason gave a slight smile to her, then turned around and walked away, now headed back to his room. He suddenly had the desire to write in his book, so he pulled out a small grey pencil and began to scribble down some words into his journal.

The hit came out of nowhere, leaving Jason with no time to respond. It almost seemed to come at Ajax in slow-motion, but as he tried to move his arms to either push his friend away or block the attack, he found that he was frozen solid. After the student hit the neck and drove in another fist into Ajax's chest, Jason finally found the energy to say something. "What the hell are you doing?!?" He yelled at Red with a scowl. "Calm the fuck down!" A second voice cried out a similar command, as Jason quickly saw to be a young girl standing nearby. A slight tinge of strength came to him, seeing that he wasn't alone to break these two up. Jason had no intention to step in front of Ajax, being the poor fighter he was, but he took a step forward anyways. He stared down at Red as he was on the ground, before turning toward Ajax. He put an arm in front of him, stopping him from proceeding any further. However, Ajax's stomp still went through, despite the meek barrier. "Don't man." Jason muttered, shooting another angry look at Red on the ground. "He's not worth the trouble."

JaaaaYSOOOOon let out a small sigh, seeing that Sasha hasn't returned yet from her quarters. Standing up off the couch, he looked around, observing some of the other passengers on the train along with him. He hasn't seen Ajax in a while, so he quickly decided to go have a small chat with him. He eventually found him, seeing that the train wasn't that large, but when he got there, he realized something was about to go down. Ajax was talking with another young student and a man, who both seemed to be in a terrible mood. Actually, everyone in the small group seemed ticked off about something, making Jason feeling like the only one who was enjoying the train ride, even if something was quite off about it. Walking up, he said, "Hey Ajax. What's going on here?" He looked at the man and the young student, a scowl on both their faces. Jason was ready to take Ajax's side if something went wrong, so he stood next to him tall, his hands at his sides. The young student seemed furious, and his angry stare would kill someone if it could.

Even though Sasha's long hair successfuly discuised her red blush, Jason felt her shift uneasily. Maybe I'm moving a little too fast... He thought, not realizing that when he wrapped his arm around her. Quietly scoffing at himself, feeling a tad embarrassed, he sat up straight on the couch, removing his arm from Sasha's shoulder without looking too awkward from his view. When Sasha mentioned the library and the lighthouse, he chuckled, seeing that they both had the same ideas. "Just what I was thinking." Looking again at the map, he saw the art supply store, and figured that it might be a good stop too. He was in desprete need for some more sketching pencils and possibly some colors. "Sure. 20 minutes, on the dot." As Sasha walked away, Jason observed the map a little more. The town was pretty small, but it did have a fair share of strange locations. For instance, the graveyard, which wasn't located too far away from the lighthouse. Probably a five minute walk, if you were taking it slow. Jason eventually got up to go get changed as well. A brown leather jacket over his white t-shirt provided enough warmth. Besides, if he was cold, he could just conjure up some fire. A pair of jeans completed his esemble, and was finished just in time to brush and rinse up in the bathroom. He packed up what little he had in his room, the journal and his sketchbook in his backpack, and slung it over his shoulder, making it well before the 20 minute deadline. As Jason saw Sasha reenter the sitting room, he called out, "Alright, lead the way."

Hey! Not bad! I love the notes for the vocals of the song! I do have a suggestion though, even though I'm not at all a musical artist whatsoever. The background notes, even though they do serve a purpose, sometimes add a strange... err.. noise in the background. You can really hear it when the notes are especially low, and the rumbling takes away from the rest of the song. All in all, it's a pretty good piece of work. But then again, everything can be improved, right?

Let me tell you a quick short story. If you're too impatient, just go ahead and skip down to the spoilers. Now, I sit next to a friend of mine in my 6th Period World Geography class. He's a huge fan of anime, and I usually see him sketching some characters out on a small piece of paper when the rest of the class is taking notes. Actually, he's not a bad artist, from my quick glances over at his papers. Eventually, I take out my copy of the My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic; Cutie Mark Quest storybook, and show it to him. Like all of my other friends who seen the book, he scoffs and makes fun at me. Seeing his exceptional talent at drawing, I nag at him to draw a pony for me. He laughs and says something along of the lines of never in a million years. A week later, he draws Rainbow Dash for me, and just yesterday, Twilight Sparkle. And like I predicted, he's quite good at it. I even got him to add some color! ^.^ If you want any requests done by him, just post a picture of what you want here! I'll see if I can convince him to try some of them out. ^.^

^.^ This would be awesome as the cover page for my story that I may/may not do. XD And I know I'm teasing you again with it, but I STILL WANT TO DO IT! D: Oh school... Getting in the way of pony shipping... >.<