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A boy and his dragon (Telios, Robin)

Twould of the three men went to get help and tell every guard to find the assassin. The third man stayed and kept pressure around the dagger in his stomach. The assassin never pulled out his dagger. Nobody cared about it at the moment.
 
Mir was feeling his stomach sore as he slowly got up and flew after Jepitha slowly, his paw clutching his starch in pain.
 
Moments later the king and queen came running in with a grabbed men. The king and the man picked Jepitha up and carried him to his room. The few guards carried Mir to Jepithas room.
 
They put Jepitha on his bed and they put Mir next to him. The doctor came running in with what He needed. Now here comes the worst part. Taking it out.
 
The doctor took two minutes to pull it out. The blade had teeth which made it difficult to simply pull it out. When the blade was out Jepitha yelled in pain. The doctor got wraps over the wound and tried to stop the bleeding.
 
The doctor finally got bandages on the wound and taped it up. The doctor spoke. "They'll be fine. Make sure He doesn't train for a few days." Jepithas parents nodded and the doctor left.
 
Jepitha looked moved and scratched behind his ears. "It's gonna be Alright." He said softly. His parents sat down and watched their son.
 
A maid came in a little later with breakfast. Which was another cooked pig leg for Mir. And some Bacon and eggs and a glass of apple juice for Jepitha.
 
Mir smelt the food and slowly woke up with a yawn. He stretched while still on the bed. His stomach was still sore,.
 

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