The Military Weaponry

Dr. Doom,I think gravely to myself, still turning the keyblade over in my hands.

"That's right," I confirm. 'And I have my suspicions..." I add under my breath.

I fly over and land, then poke my head in. There's a really small disformed dragon in there. "Wow, puny," I muse.

I walk over, dodging people, reading my favorite book. I close it for just a second to go in, but there's a dragon in the way. "What the heck?" I scream.

I look around at the sudden flood of people and pull my hood up even more and lean against a shelf.

"Puny," I mutter to myself in a mock tone of the dragon that came in. "Maybe he's just way too big,"

"HULLOOO!" I greet the elf who seems to have wandered in here while reading a book.

"Hi," I say, and manage to wander in. "Wow, weapons, dangerous." I tilt my head to the side. My long blonde hair falls in front of my eyes, but I shake it away to keep reading.

"No, you're just really really small. Maybe Dr. Doom could help," I say casually.

"No," I slap Noella in the arm. "Not even."

I mutter something about annoying crowds, the shadow of my hood hiding my face.

"I'm never wrong," I say, my eye twitching.

"True, Sandy IS unusually big," I point out.

"Cactus? That's a nice name. I like it. I'm Kristi," I smile, then turn to the small dragon who's being grumpy. "What's your name?" The weapons are scaring me, so I move my hair to protect the back of my neck. It's not hard, since it's like waist length.

I move over and poke Claudia. "Anti-social," I mutter to her.

"Well it's better than being unusually short," I point out.

"NEver wrong. Riiight," I grin.

"Shut uppp," I grumble to Amaril.

"Well at least I'm not OLD like you," I spat out at the dragon named Sandy.

"Oh no..." I whisper.

I step inbetween the dragons willingly. I love dragons. They're so... cool. "Don't fight," I pleaded. "Please?"

"Noo," I mutter and elbow Claudia because I like bantering.

"Oh, you shouldn't have done that," I groan, ducking under a table.

My eye twitches. "Say that again," I growl, whipping out a boombox.

"Dr. Doom?" I jump up, getting a dizzy feeling from being so fast. My hood flies off but I pull it back on.

"I would, but I like this little blond elf. She knows what it's like to be 'short'" I put air quotes around the word 'short'.

I relax a little, glad the dragon didn't call Sandy old again. "I'm glad you didn't call him old," I think aloud, but then shut my mouth quickly. My eyes grow wide.

I grin at the short dragon.

"Dr. Doom! Did you say Dr. DOOM?!" I yell at Cactus or whoever.

"Oh, no," I whine. I thought we were off the hook.

I push play on my boombox and turn it up full blast. "IRELAND EH IRELAND EH," it screams. "IRELAND EH," I start jigging up and down, crashing onto the ground and then up in the air in rapid steps. I twirl in circles and scream. "IRELAND EH IRELAND EH," My eye twitches.

"WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON," I yell between crashes on the floor. I fall down onto my back.

"Is it sad that I barely notice this anymore?" I ask Claudia, yelling over Sandy. "IRELAND EH," his music screams.

I covered my ears. I didn't hear Amaril.

I start back. This place was full of explosives, it could blow any minute. I grabbed as many people as I could and threw them on my back. My soft ridges flexed down easily. I grabbed the elf and Cactus in my claws and flew out of there.

I let myself be picked up by the dragon and flung onto his back.

I freak out. One minute, I'm on the ground covering my ears. The next minute I'm on the back of Zeus. It's a weird world we live in.

I just get on Zeus's back as we fly away. I look down and see people running around screaming in the streets as Sandy dances. I can hear his "song" even in teh air.

"WHOO-HOO!" I scream. "THIS... IS... AWWEEESOMEEE!!!"

I unfurl my large black wings and take off after the dragon.

I don't notice they leave, I just keep dancing, then go out in teh street and dance, then take up into the sky, still screaming with my boombox down below.