F'gon was getting tired and knew that if he didn't end this soon he would lose. Taken the 
dagger in his right hand and pushing Dirk's Sword up with all his strength Than twisting 
around he took the dagger in left hand and got past Dirks guard and nicked his arm. 
Winning the round.
Enough! Shouted Dirk. That was very good F'gon, your moves impress me. But you are still 
to slow. You still need to practice.

"You need to watch that left foot," R'fas called out.

Dirk turned and grinned at the man in the wheelchair.  "R'fas!  It's been a
long time since you've come and bothered my students during training."

"He needs to watch that left foot.  Didn't you see it, Dirk?"

The weapon master smiled.  "Yes, I caught it.  You interrupted me."

"Pah!  You were going to gloss over it."

"You know me better than that, R'fas," Dirk said as he turned to F'gon.
"F'gon, I want you to meet one of the best swordsmen at Telnor, in his day.
This is R'fas, rider of Renth.  She's our oldest dragon at the warren.
R'fas, this is F'gon, rider of Starlight.  She was one of the wilds that
Arrived the other day."

"Good to meet you, young man," R'fas said, holding out his hand.

R'chein glanced over at Dirk and noticed a nick on his arm that was
Bleeding quite a bit.

"Let me take you back to the Medical Center and get a bandage on that."

"What about R'fas?"

"Oh, I'm sure F'gon can bring him back to us when they're done talking.
Come on."

The weapon master shrugged, and fell in step beside the healer.

F'gon watched R'fas from the corners of his eyes.

<F'gon what is it, I got the feeling of great depression for you? >

{It's just that here is a warrior and he confided to a wheelchair. That's no way for a 
warrior to end the last of his days. A warrior needs a purpose in life. And I just wander 
if that is in store for us my love.}

< You worry too much there's lots for us to do yet. As for R'fas you can be his purpose 
in life, said Starlight. >

{How?}

< Just be his friend and let nature take its course.>

"R'fas, have you had breakfast yet asked F'gon.

No, nothing that I would call food anyway. They keep giving me potions and medicine that 
are suppose to help.

That does sound like the unbladed. Well, I haven't eaten yet my self so why don't we go 
to the dinning hall and get some chow.

That sounds good to me, said R'fas. So F'gon I'm told that you have no memory of your 
past. And since you been here you have pretty much stayed to your self. What I want to 
now is, Why?

< Tell him F'gon, you need to trust someone other than me said Starlight.>

F'gon stopped pushing the wheelchair and swatted down in front of R'fas. Looking directly 
into R'fas's eyes long and hard as if looking for something.

But at the same time R'fas was using the time to search into F'gons eyes. And want he saw 
sent severs down his spine. The pain and sorrow that lay there. The pain that should not 
be in a man so young.

Taking his hand and waving it to show the whole warren. They all have a past and each one 
knows who they are and were they came from. All I know is the skills that come to me when 
I need them. R'fas, I didn't know how to use those daggers until Dirk attacked me. The 
memories just came to me and my body took over.

R'fas made a short laugh, F'gon the way you move has been trained into you badly and your 
very make-up. Its all seconded nature to you now. You will never lose that.

That's not the only reason that I stay away from them. Looking around to see if anyone 
was around. There wasn't and F'gon stood up and took his shirt off. 

By the first Dragons and her eggs! R'fas had a look of shock and horror on his face. 
F'gon, I'm sorry.

R'fas, don't be, I didn't really realize about this until the other day when I took my 
shirt off in fount of Dirk ,the look on his face. He hid it well but I still saw. I took 
a really good look at myself. 
F'gon, most of those scars didn't come from a sword. R'fas looked over the scars very 
carefully. Most of these come from hot irons and whips.

The dark shadows stood over him laughing toning him to fight back. He couldn't move his 
hands or his feet. Their where four or maybe five of them. He bearly saw the red hot rods 
that they where hold because of the swelling in his eyes. From them betting him when he 
tried to fight them off. It wasn't he pain that was hurting him but the pain of the 
others and the thought that this was his fault. The screams of women being raped and 
beaten kept coming to his ears. Than came the screams want sounded like a cat being put 
to flames.
His fault, they where here because of them. Its all his fault.

F'gon! F'gon want is it? Are you all right asked R'fas with concern in his voice.
Yes, just talking about the scares brought back a faded memories. They hang in there. 
Knocking his hand against his head. But I just can't seem to grab them. But I fine now 
and we need to eat. Cutting any comment from R'fas before he had a chance to responded.

< F'gon, I'm getting those same feelings from you, like the one that you had when we 
first joined. Are you all right, Love.>

{ Yes, love. Just those same images in my head.}
 < OK, Just let me now if you need me. I starting to worry about you.>

Arriving at the dinning hall the folks where just now starting to arrive to eat. F'gon 
pushed R'fas up to a table and went to get them some food.

When F'gon came back to the table with the food. 

By the first F'gon there enough food there to feed you dragon and mine. Looking at the 
plate of hot cakes, bacon, and eggs.

F'gon started to laugh, no just two hungry warriors with empty stomachs.

R'fas started to laugh, he felt good for the first time and a long time. This boy is 
going to need me even if he doesn't know it yet. He's going to fight me every step of the 
way but those memories need to come out. And I was never one to run from a fight, thought 
R'fas.

Tag anyone who wants to come and join us for some good eats. This is a good time to come 
and meet us.

Frank Mroz

F'gon and Starlight