Page 16 of Draco's Fire

“Give me his number,” she said.

Eleven

Tyson

Tyson was relieved to have some distance between him and Shayla. He needed something to clear his head, and a visit to the elders would do precisely that.

The Dragon island was a deserted island off the coast of the city, about twenty miles south of the water. Tyson knew most flew there, but he was enjoying a boat ride. He needed the time to think of the correct words to say to them.

He was growing tired of PEACE incorporating themselves into everything he did, and he wanted the elders to make it harder for them, if anything impossible, to continue. He knew they could. The better question was, would they?

He stepped off the boat, taking in the island. Few people traveled here, and the ones that did pay a hefty sum to get there. He forked over his cash and headed up the stairs that were carved into the mountain.

The wind blew, and he could hear dragons landing all around on the top of the cliff. He knew it was abnormal to arrive in human form, but he didn't care.

He came around the edge, seeing all council elders were in dragon form, forming a half-circle. He walked down when he heard them snickering, "Tyson, are you really in human form?"

"Too good to show up in your dragon form?" Adair spoke up in a rough tone accusing him.

"Do you think you are better than all the rest because you came in human form?" Kalare spoke up, insulted, it seemed.

Tyson stopped a few feet away from them, trying to keep his mood calm. He wanted to make sure he said the right words because if he didn't, this could go completely the opposite direction than he wanted it to go.

"I didn't come here in this form to insult you." He spoke up, hoping to calm the tense air that surrounded them. He swallowed, "I simply am trying to stay calm in this frustrating situation."

Kalare snorted, clearly not taking his words. Tyson wasn't surprised she wasn't the nicest of the elders.

"You didn't come in your true form because you wanted to keep your cool?" Janus spoke up next with a chuckle in his voice.

"Why are you here, Tyson?" Conlan spoke up, pulling everyone's attention towards him. Tyson swallowed, rerunning his words over in his head. He needed to get this right.

"I need assistance?"

"Oh?" Doir spoke up now, "Got a problem, do you?"

"Doir." Conlan looked over towards her, "Let the boy finish."

"My apologies." She snickered, and all eyes dropped back towards Tyson.

He felt like a bug that they could squash, but he needed to steel his nerves. He needed their help, and looking like a lost cause wasn't going to get him the help he needed. So, he took a deep breath and pulled his shoulders back.

"I need assistance in removing the PEACE officers from my everyday occurrences. I think we can all agree that they are a pest at times, and they are getting in the way of the future. Of our future."

Conlan remained quiet, and the girls snickered. It was like a stab at Tyson's ego.

"You expect us to what exactly?" Adair asked now, waving his claw in the air. "Would you like us to kill people?"

"NO!" Tyson yelled, and he froze, realizing he had made a mistake. Conlan narrowed his eyes on Tyson.

"You still really believe that Pacifism is the answer to the world problems, don't you, Tyson? If that's the case, how exactly did you expect us to remove the PEACE from your problem?"

"I..." Tyson stuttered, and the girls once more started to snicker.

"What a child." Dior laughed.

"Just because I believe that murder isn't the answer doesn't mean that you shouldn't help me with this situation. They are interfering with important work....work that I've poured my life into."

Kalare snorted, "You're like a pup. Working on something for a few years, and you think it's your life's work."

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