-Brice's POV-
In the morning, everyone woke up generally around the same time, so no one was too late for breakfast. I was one of the last to wake, and Seto greeted me in the hallway. I made my way to the living room, just to see Sky, Mitch and Jerome leave with weapons. Wait, weapons? Where'd they get those?
"Seto? Where did the weapons come from?" "I dunno man. Ask Ty." I went over to Ty, and asked him. "Mitch had drawn them, and Sky materialized them. They were amazing pictures." I walked outside, and sat next to Sky, who was watching Mitch and Jerome practice, occasionally calling tips to them from the steps. "Hey Brice. What's up?"
"I was curious if we could talk about what happened last night. Your nightmare." Sky's expression became guarded, but he opened up just enough. "It was just a painful, scary memory from my childhood. I've struggled with stuff like that since my mom died. It's just hard." His voice gets quieter, "I just can't seem to get past it." He turned to Mitch, "Hold the tip a bit higher! Chest height Mitch! Chest height! There you go!"
"Do you think I could maybe see what your struggling with?" I held out my hand. He took my hand, and I muttered a spell, and what I needed to see glowed in midair in front of me, written in standard galactic. Standard Galactic is a sorcerer's language. Something only a sorcerer can read. If Sky was more of a sorcerer than an immortal, he'd be able to read it as well. Seto could easily read this.
I delved deeper, seeing as the standard galactic hit a road block. I was provided with one memory in particular, one that I could see was very painful indeed. This memory blocked most of Sky's emotions. It was the one of his mother's death. In the memory, I could see a woman walking with Sky, holding his hand, when a kid leaped in front of Sky. The kid looked like a 3 year old Ty.
Sky and his mother turned around to see the Enderdragon. It tossed Sky into a building, and crushed his mother underfoot. As she died, a dark figure lifted Sky and ran. I could just barely see under the hood. It was my mother. As the dragon was evidently banished to the End, I could see little Ty stuck in its claws. The dragon disappeared, and so did Ty.
Herobrine came and took Sky to a castle, but it wasn't the same one. They passed a window, and I saw the feared Nether. The memory faded, and I pulled my hand away from Sky's. "Wow. I didn't know it was that bad of a death. But I may have spotted something that can help Ty. He doesn't remember how long he'd been in the End. I do." I ran inside and pulled Ty outside behind me. "What?!"
"I can help your memory problem. How long were you in the End?" "I don't know! Haven't we gone over this already?!" "Yes, but I know. In Sky's one memory, I can see two different events happen. To be honest, you evidently, if not accidentally, got Sky's mother killed, but I also saw the dragon take you."
"The day that Sky's mother died, is the day the dragon was banished. While the dragon was being banished, I watched it grab you, and then the dragon disappeared to the End with you in tow. You were 3. Trust me, I watched it."
Ty backed away, clearly shaken. He ran a hand through his auburn hair, and shakily walked away. I didn't follow him, and I held Sky back. I could tell he needed a moment to collect himself, and his thoughts. I'd just dropped a major thing on him.
He leaned against a tree, and sank to the ground. He held his head, and sat there, staring off into space. Sky looked concerned for Ty, and tried to go over again. He failed miserably. I froze him in his tracks, literally.
He cut through the spell, but then I grabbed his shirt, tugging him back. "He needs to be left alone. In this state, he's a ticking time bomb. Let him be." I could see Sky mentally kicking himself, knowing he couldn't help, but heeded my warning and kept helping Mitch and Jerome. Grace didn't get the memo in time. She went over, oblivious to his mood.
I started to cry out, but Grace sustained a claw to the face. Ty's confusion turned to anger, and he ran deep into the pocket's woods. Grace sank to the ground, and I rushed over. Sky followed me, and we helped her to her feet. The side of her face was just red, and it was torn by Ty's claw. (If you don't understand where the claw is, it's on the joint of both wings...Most dragons have them)
Sky and I combined our power and healed it pretty quickly, but I was still drained from fixing Sky's wounds, so I nearly collapsed. Sky kept me on my feet, and Grace wandered aimlessly back toward the house. The day started to slow down. Sky helped Mitch and Jerome, Seto and I worked on sleep to regain needed strength. Grace and Josh started making dinner, and Ty was still nowhere in sight.
I'd dropped a pretty heavy bomb on his head, so it's my fault he's so upset. But after we finished dinner to no Ty, everyone got worried. 'Where was he?' He should've been back by now. Then I could hear something unusual, and scary.
The roar of the Enderdragon.
It was close to the house, somewhere in the woods. And suddenly, a blood curdling scream came from the same area.

-Mitch's POV-
Instead of running away from the scream like a normal 10 year old, I ran toward it, sword in hand, Sky, Brice, Jerome and Seto in tow. I could hear Sky muttering curses, and Brice mumbling under his breath. I found the source of both sounds. It was Ty, and then... a dragon, but not the Enderdragon. It sounded like it, but it wasn't.
It was a little, white, three headed dragon. I didn't recognize what it was, but Sky, Seto and Brice did. Brice looked awed, and so did Seto. Sky dropped the sword he had summoned, and dropped his gaze. I looked at them, confused, and so did Jerome. "What is it?"
Seto gasped, and Brice answered me. "Mitch. That, my friend, is the Prince. Be respectf-" At that moment, the Prince looked at him, and he didn't dare look at it. His gaze dropped to the ground, and he held it. All the while, the Prince glanced curiously at me, and I mimicked Brice, my eyes staring at the ground beneath me. It's gaze was intense, and it watched us for a minute.
Then, he turned back to Ty, who was happily petting the Prince's back. Brice breathed, "How are you doing that? It's amazing!" Ty shrugged, and kept stroking the Prince. The right head, I noticed, had blue eyes. The center one had red eyes, and the left one had electric yellow eyes. Each head had a mind of its own.
Then, out of the bushes came another dragon similar to the Prince, but not, shocking my friends into such silence, I thought they'd turned to stone.
This one was a pale blue, and the eyes from left to right went like this- Purple, Pink, Green. Around the base of each neck was an orb on a silver chain that matched the color of the eyes on the head. The skin on the bones holding the wings together, we're all a faint golden color, on both dragons. The dragons were truly beautiful creatures, and they both seemed to enjoy it. Each dragon had only two legs, and each leg had a golden cuff. The tails were neat, with a flat semicircle plate of bone on the end. Coming off the edge of the plate was a spike made of a golden bone.
They were both laid back, and they stuck to Ty like glue. Ty's anger and confusion had faded away, and we walked him back to the house. The Prince and the other dragon followed him. When the blue one started to lag behind and growl in complaint, Ty turned to face it. "Princess, if you want to stop, then I can carry you. Come here." The Prince's heads all slowly shook, showing disappointment.
Ty carried the Princess the rest of the way, about a mile, then set her down outside. Brice ran inside quick, and I heard him ask if Ty could bring in guests for the night. I faintly heard Dad say, "That's fine by us, just don't got too rowdy." Brice replied, "That won't be a problem." Brice ushered us in, and the Prince and Princess followed Ty.
Dad saw the dragons, and nearly choked.  He stood, and formally welcomed the dragons. "Welcome to our home. Make yourself as comfortable as you wish." The Princess took the invite, curled up on a couch cushion and promptly fell asleep. The Prince walked around a bit, making Dad nervous and tense. I'd never seen him act like this, and it scared me.
Mom walked in, and she tensed up as well. Ty crashed on the couch, and the Prince fell asleep against Ty's chest and under his arm. The Princess was on Sky's couch, and Sky seemed to afraid to disturb her, so he slept on the floor of mine and Jerome's room.  Seto and Brice went into the spare bedroom they'd taken, and fell asleep together as normal. My parents went to their room, and Jerome and I cautiously tiptoed around Sky, who was spread out on the floor, and we went to bed.
In the morning, I found Ty still asleep on the couch, and so was the Prince. The Princess was still asleep on her pillow. I knew that if I made one noise, they'd all wake up, so I had to tread extremely carefully. I grabbed some of our crayons, and some paper, and headed back to my room. Jerome and Sky were awake, so we colored and drew for a while. I drew a rainbow bow, and steel arrows with cherrywood shafts.
When I drew the feathered ends, I made it so that the feathers were dyed a variety of colors. I labeled the bowstring- 'Spider Silk and steel shavings?' I labeled the bow outline with a material. '-Titanium?' Sky caught sight of it, and asked, "You want it? You know I can give it to you." I nod eagerly, but stop Sky suddenly. On the top edge of the bow, I put a small infinity symbol.
I quick color in the quiver, and nod for Sky. He materializes it all, and it looks so cool. The handle on the bow even fits my hand perfectly. The arrows are thin, but strong. I place the beautiful arrows in the quiver, and the arrows are magically locked into a single spot so they don't rattle around. The tips of the arrows are thin, tall cones, like thorns on a rosebush.
I pull an arrow out of the quiver, and Sky leads me outside before I can let it loose in the house. He summons his own bow. It's a regular wooden one, but his glows a faint yellow, and it has the same infinity symbol on the top. He doesn't have any arrows. Jerome comes out to watch.
He shows me various ways to hold the bow, and how to aim. He summons a scarecrow, and it stares at us. It creeps me out, so I aim for its creepy eyes. My arrow hits its face, and goes through, impaling itself in a tree a good 50 feet behind the scarecrow.
Sky looks at me with grudging respect, "You're a natural. Have you seriously never tried archery in your life?" I shake my head. "Man, you're a natural at this and sword fighting. Geez." Suddenly, he goes rigid, and he spaces out. He collapses and hits the ground, unconscious. In his back, I can see a dart.
About the same spot as my arrow, I see a faint orange glow from behind a bush. Curious, I went over, and behind the bush is a scared little boy. He looks to be maybe, 6? In his hands is a small black crossbow, loaded with another dart.
He isn't a normal kid like I am though. He's in the pocket, and I assume he's from the pocket naturally. He isn't like Jerome either. He's made of lava, and he has a ripped up tuxedo on. He doesn't have shoes, and his whole body is literally lava. He has little mitts as hands, and his feet are sort of small, round, and stubby. He doesn't have toes, or a heel.
It's like a horse hoof, without the hard outside. His face is cool. It's a creeper kind of face, and it's black, like a void. His mouth is a wavy half-frown. His eyes are pure voids. He's cool though.
He looks terrified, so I extend my hand to him. He accepts my hand, and I help him up. He's about 2/3 my height, and he holds my hand while we walk back to the house. He grips his crossbow, and I notice that his lava hand isn't burning my skin. His skin is very warm, but it doesn't burn. He seems ecstatic that I found him, but afraid at the same time.
He sees Jerome, and tried to run. I hold his hand, "Hold on! He's not gonna hurt you! This is my brother Jerome. I'm Mitch. We won't hurt you, we just wanna help." His voice is small, and high pitched. "I'm- Preston." "Okay, it's nice to meet you Preston. We have other people in yet house, but we'll need to wait until they wake up."