Samuel’s Comments (group member since May 21, 2014)

Samuel’s comments from the The Dragonbond Program group.

"Um, how are we going to get out?" Damian asked. "We're surrounded by thousands of people who aren't going to let go..."

The people of the crowd were amazed, not fully convinced. But amazed, many began to ask for healing until the crowd was a bustle of raised hands and "ME!"'s.


((Should we skip to when they're done?))

The people of the crowd were amazed, not fully convinced. But amazed, many began to ask for healing until the crowd was a bustle of raised hands and "ME!"'s.


((Should we skip to when they're done?))

He saw a child surrounded by a family. It was a little girl, her left arm not to be found. She had serious burns all over her body. He walked over to the family that held her in their grasp. "Your daughter can be helped." Damian said. "Dragons are not evil, there are some that can heal. Please, let us help your daughter" he said in a tone somewhat unfamiliar to him, it was almost pleading. He hated to plead, to stoop down in any way really. But he had a soft spot for children.

"You dare ask to take our daughter and cast on her the very magic that did this to her?!" The girls father yelled, he walked out of the family's huddle and pushed Damian.

Damian saw into him in that moment, he saw the same thing he had before. Sadness, a deep, deep sadness. He was in pain. "You are in pain, hurt by a force that you cannot explain and therefore fear. It does not need to be this way. Let us help your daughter, please." He pleaded

People began to gather. "I WILL NOT LET YOU TOUCH MY DAUGHTER!" He screamed. More came.

The girl held onto a small thatch doll in her only hand. He strode from the grasp of her parents as more and more people came to watch the event. She walked toward Razeth. She was young and did not understand evil as well as one more mature. She did not understand the problem people had with dragons. Yes, she was hurt by one, but that doesn't mean they're all bad.

Her father moved to bring her back. But Damian extended a hand and stopped him. "Let her go" he said. And somehow, the man relaxed as his daughter walked towards that vile beast.

"Unfortunetaly healing dragons usually do not posses the ability to grow back burned off or crushed limbs and that is what the people..." He realized he was doing it again and immediately silenced himself.

"I was hoping to let you learn that on your own time, but yes, he is" he said as he unraveled his bandage, the cut was completely gone. "Though, the people themselves will take quite a bit of convincing to even be close to a dragon. And Razeth is quite inexperienced in matters of healing. At least I'd guess so, judging from the fact that he just learned he's a healing dragon." He realized he was sounding quite pessimistic. Though, of all his negative qualities he knew he was not pessimistic, rather, realistic. "But it could work." He added

"Well do you have any ideas?" He asked.

Damian knew the neither the headmaster nor his two biggest benefactors, his parents, would support any sort of charity. Well, they may want to to draw suspicion from them, they're not heartless, just ambitious. With this realization he continued to push forward the idea of a possible charity funded by the Dragonbond Program.

Damian looked looked at the family, and around to all the others. This really shouldn't be affecting me, why... "Well, the Dragonbond Program does have a great amount of funding. My guess would be some sort of charity could be organized." He offered.

Damian noticed the man who through the rock at Razeth. He was surrounded by a family, all with a shared hatred. They stood on the steps to a burned house. They were all sickly starved and covered in dirt. "We should probably get out of Bron, not much to look at anyway."

"Well I guess it's a color if we're talking artistically" he said "but I'm talking scientifically."

"Half of the rainbow is secondary colors, and black isn't a color" he continued.

"Well why isn't it on my the rainbow then?" He asked her.

"I am most definitely not pink" he said. "Besides, pink isn't a color, it's really just red, but different."

((Should they stumble upon something important or something? Cause I kinda want to get in on the main story))

((I just noticed that almost every single character can be attributed to a single color, yet not real people, makes sense if you think about it))

Nice name

"But orange is completely different than someone who is both yellow and red. And I have never been able to pinpoint a color to myself. Maybe my color lies outside the visible spectrum. Never to be seen by human eyes." Again, ambition snuck into his voice.

"Ah, you have just revealed so much of yourself to me." He believed colors to be very important when trying to understand someone. "Many people cannot be attributed to a single color, yet, the colors do not mix, nor touch. They simply exist." He paused. "Ah, but now I'm rambling."

((Night))

"We now tread on dangerous topics. While morals can be great conversation starters, they usually turn into heated arguments." He continued to walk in silence for a short time until his mind burned with the importance of a question he simply had to ask her. "If you were a color, what would you be?" He asked.

"Well first we have to understand the (insert adjective-erial form of vulgarity here) thing. No one even understands how it works. To do so, some particularly immoral and crude experiments would have to be done." Part of him was willing, but another part of him knew to cut open live dragons was not a good thing.