"My name is Remington Macchiato Aeneid. And unless you turn into a dragon right now, I'm going to run you through with this spear."

Roman put his hands up, knowing full well that this was impossible. "Listen, all I want is to get into your village. You can even escort me. Just let. Me. In." The boy took no notice of his words, and started to inch forwards. Nausea gnawed at his stomach. The boy wouldn't hurt him— right? But the angry look on his face suggested otherwise.

"Leave."

"What?"

"Leave."

All of a sudden, the boy charged. Roman did the instinctive thing, and ran. His breath quickened, and he could feel the adrenaline rushing through him. Normally, this would have been nice. But as it was quite dark and extremely late, it wasn't so pleasant.

In all honesty, it felt silly, running from a child. "An armed child," he told himself, but he still felt weak. Like he should just turn back and force his way past the gate. But instead, he kept running. He looked back, and his eyes widened. The boy was just an arms length away.

It seemed odd that a teen could run this fast. He took a deep breath, and made a small jump, hoping to gain on him. It worked, but not that much, he was still close enough to see the determined look on his face.

After a few minutes, something changed. The sound of footsteps following him had ended, so he slowed down slightly, and finding himself to still be in one piece, he stopped. He smiled, finding no one behind him; he must have run far enough from the village.

He stopped a moment to catch his breath, and looked around to see where he was. He looked forwards, and gasped.

Right in front of him was a clearing. There wasn't much, just an old picnic blanket and a tree. But this wasn't an ordinary tree. Roman walked up to it.

It was enormous, and looked like it could house all the birds in the world. The leaves were vibrant, even in the dark, and the moonlight made them look like pieces of glittered paper. But that wasn't what the knight was drawn to. No, he was drawn to the bark. On it were thousands of tiny hearts, carved into the tree. Upon closer inspection, there were pairs or groups of initials inside of them. He looked over at the one in front of him, "R + R"

He tried to imagine what happened on the day it was carved, what their story was. It somehow felt important, like he needed to know...

Roman blinked. Where was this coming from? He sighed, and tried to look for anything else that could be helpful.

Suddenly, he noticed a sign. It was hard to read, but it distinctly said, "Patton's Cottage: ⇨ " The knight looked in the direction of the path it was pointing in. It had yellow, blue, and pink flowers lining it. He smiled. Something that would bring him harm wouldn't have a flower-lined path, would it?

As he walked along it, he looked more at the forest. He hadn't been in this part before, and it was quite different than the ones he's been walking through. This one felt welcoming, warm, and right. He started to whistle a tune as he walked.

Soon, the flowers drifted off. He looked up, and gasped. There was a cottage.

It was smaller, and baby blue. Its shutters were a pastel yellow to match the door, which also had a heart-shaped window in it. The roof was silver, and the chimney appeared to be puffing out pink smoke. In front of the house was a small garden. He bent down to look at it and found that each plant was in a neatly labeled row, like "cucumbers" or "rutabaga". He smiled, something about this place felt... right.

He knocked on the door, hoping someone was home. It creaked open, revealing a young man who looked about Roman's age. He was about 5'4, and had pale skin covered with freckles. He had sandy brown hair, and warm brown eyes behind circular glasses. He was wearing tan pants, and the taller man noticed a yellow shirt underneath a light blue witch's robe. Roman was also pretty sure he was a Dragon-Witch as he had dragon's wings of a similar shade of blue coming out of his back.

He scanned Roman up and down, then smiled.

"Greetings, traveler! I'm Patton, come on in!"

Woah, Pencil's Crappy Diner sure has been busy!

I'm so so so sorry this took so long, and that this is to short, and that it is crap and--

*deep breath*

The point is, I really need your feedback for this chapter! Please also comment any grammar or spelling errors. 

Have a great day/night!

-Pencil