A Trip to Crinea!

The panoramic view of green hills and wind powered mills whooshed past like a movie scene. Staring out of the window was Zera's only roadtrip entertainment let alone his phone being completely wrecked by Marco. Everyone in his family came along, his uncle in driver's seat, leading the maroon red Ford Tourneo van down the country highways of Delyra. Since it was a much longer route than Falco's, they had an extended hour to drive from their house all the way to Paris. Let alone Marco growing highly jealous over the WDO message sent to him.

Zera depressingly sighed while staring at the box that contained a single S4, bits of glass and plastic swaying in motion to the extended hills.

"C'mon Zera! The more you look at your shattered phone, the more you're gonna frown." Zera's sister, Melanie sat forward from her friend Theresa, and efficiently plucked out her device from her bag, "Here, I'll give you my old S4 if you like. Please say yes."

Since Melanie converted to using an I-Phone 7 like Falco did with her SE, she at least tried to cheer his happy senses by placing her finger on the sides of his lips and lift it up into a cheeky smile. "C'mon, you can smile with your teeth. Not that hard."

"I might as well do that when I win the championships. For now, I'm just worried about Marco." Zera dug his head deep between his knees, his fedora hat sporting a phoenix he got from Hard Rock Cafe Sienne tumbling down from his head and into the foot rest.

Elena and Jeralt as well as his Marianne bothered not to speak a single word about his best friend.

'Oh boy, 4 hours left of sorrow and anxious excitement.' Zera mildly pondered, unaware of a certain sinister tamer following their trail.

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"Goin to Paris! Goin to Paris!" Falco excitedly sang along as she rode shotgun seat, her dad leading the 2014 golden colored Chrysler Town and Country speeding down the roads of Dijon. She efficiently turned around, giving out a wink to her mom who fell asleep in the back seat while Esther and Sam snuggled together in the rear. "Who's excited?"

"Apparently a weird girl with the heart for Dragoma." Esther lightly laughed as Sam held up his Nintendo Switch, leading Esther's beginner file on Super Mario Odyssey.

"Can't wait to meet Zera there! It's gonna be amazing!" Falco rambled on, feeling pumped up to wreck all of her opponents there.

"I hope we can get to the hotel on time." Falco's dad stated out loud, setting the van to cruise control.

"Sigh, I hope we don't run into any traffic." Falco glumly rested her head against the rumbling window.....

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Golden draconic eyes blinked intently from the rearview mirror. Marco secreted himself from Zera after the upsetting fight they had over What's App. With the address to Kid Expo written on a separate piece of paper, the ruthless dragon tamer wickedly followed the maroon red Tourneo van.

DraconicArt came from a wealthy family, his successful parents strived their only son to become the best of the best. Suffering poorly from an unpotential disability, the only he thing he could do was escape from his horrible nightmare. An attempt to get stabbed by a kitchen knife from his psychotic mother while his drug addict father spent the rest of his years in jail. It was too sudden. He had to retreat to a separate home, made hospitality for children with mental and physical disabilities.

That's when he met the brown haired Zera and how he got introduced to Dragoma to distract himself from the wicked past.

Time shot forward to the present as Marco's seductive gaze never left the van.

It was all thanks to the other conversation between Zera and his father, a snapped image of the rented van caused Marco to snap the image in his head.

"You can't escape me this time, Zera." a rough bite to his chocolate bar, made him feel as if he should do the same to his best friend's head. Switching gears, he overtook a dangerous 18 wheeler before settling back into the same lane they were traveling on. "I don't care how many times you convince me with those stupid rules of yours, they don't mean anything to me. Go and win with that hideous tamer body of yours. All I want is my revenge on you. Every tournament, the so called Blackwater Guardians idolize you as an idiotic Dragoma god with no sense for his friends. A stupid selfish baby who plays with spinning tops all day. And he claims to be #1. Don't worry, Luinra will drill my revenge on you and your combo, you son of a bitch. Remember, I'll be waiting."

Reflected on the rearview mirror was Heretic Luinra in beast form, a dreadful growl rummaging from depths of the Toyota Auris.

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"Mama, I'm hungry." Zera whined in trepidation as he boredly scrolled through WDO.

"Maybe if you let go of this game after the tournament then we could reward you with a sandwich." Jeralt replied casually, as Heinz pulled over to a service plaza.

"Or pancakes." Theresa joked, causing Melanie to join in.

"Okay." Zera glumly accepted his meal and entered into the classy building, his mother announcing for a quick bathroom break. Potatopaw's aunt excused herself for a quick smoke break while his uncle took interest towards contours of maps and traveling brochures.

'It's my fault that I always become Marco's servant. Why can't he realize for the good of himself that he offers me another chance? Why in the world is it MY FAULT!?'

Zera controlled himself from breaking down into sorrowing tears, a quick glance shocked him deep down from his heart. A Toyota Auris of the same color strode down the parking lot, the driver thankfully not the selfish friend he knew for 4 years straight. Sporting a different number plate (this time it was from Pleura), Zera sighed in relief to see that DraconicArt was not traveling with them.

Little did he know, that it was DraconicArt who destroyed his phone yet the hot headed tamer did not want to spurn out an apology.

"Ready to go? I got your vegetarian sandwich here." His uncle spluttered out jovially. Zera fake nodded towards his sheer acceptance of his vague hunger driven by his crude sorrow over Marco.

Climbing back into the van, Zera straightened his glasses and frankly thought he was hallucinating at the sight of a bloody dark eyed DraconicArt standing right near the passenger window.

"Holy Galahad!" Zera jolted from his nightmare, grabbing his mother's attention now turned into a stern glare. His sandwich was left uneaten, still packed into the paper bag. The brown haired tamer took himself a moment to relax from the traumatizing incident, rubbing his forehead as if he just finished hard Dragoma training.

"Did spiders start chasing you as well?" Melanie joked, knowing very well that Zera despised those webbed archaeids.

"Actually, it was just a tiny rush of fear. I'll be fine." Zera exhaled in difficulty, grabbing his water bottle to refresh himself from the start. With Marco infiltrating his dreams, how would he stride to succeed himself in this major professional tournament? It was not just a fun group battle consisting his friends from the Blackwater G - club. He was going to approach solo on stage, relying on his combos instead of his friends.

How would Falco and the others react beforehand about DraconicArt's arrival to the World Championships? Zera cautiously visited Marco's WDO profile.

Last logged in: 10/27/2018

And not to forget about his G tube channel.

155 Subscribers

No matter how many times his collaboration or solo videos were made at Zera's house, his jealousy over the drastic subscriber rate potentially didn't inch over 200.

"If there is something bothering you, Zera. We can discuss it at the hotel. Are you worried about your friend?" Marianne asked in heavy concern, the sheer silence broke up by the girls.

"It's just that Marco's there then he's not there... It just feels as if I feel empty without him."

The van hummed along, no one bothered to speak a word.

"Na ja, don't worry. I'm pretty sure he will soon realize his common mistake and reconcile his friendship back on the team. It takes time to take care of a friend. Just wait and see." Jeralt turned around to smile at him, the concession of cheering him up caused him to sigh in difficulty.

"Right, but it's just so hard to tame him. He always lacks apology no matter how many times I beg. Besides, he always thinks that I cause problems to his life and never seeks out my innocence."

Zera uncomfortably shifted to his side as he tried to ward off the image of Zombie!DraconicArt from the window reflection.

"Ever since our friendship started since 4 years ago, there's something in him that's plotting revenge against me."