This was fun little skit, I think this might actually be my entry for lionkinglover12 contest. I like it better, I found an actual writing program for mobile so hip hip hooray.




Illusion walked through the school, watching the furs go by. A fox and a lion were tossing a ball to each other with cheerful shouts, a few otters chatted, holding up shells from a nearby pond. Two crows flew overhead, leaving a few black feathers in their wake for a tiger to pounce on, much to a wolf's annoyance.

No Dutch ADs in sight.

She sighed and continued on, making her way through the crowed halls with her head down. She wanted to meet a fur like her, but she didn't see a thing. It was frustrating, and she flew out of the hall with a few flaps of her wings. Outside, the sun shone brightly and dragons were sunning themselves on a rock. She tried to go over, but ended up getting humiliated.

"One-eye plush dragon!" A red dragon with black scales mocked her, and she tried to hold in her embarrassment. Other dragons began to laugh, some even falling off of their perch rolling, holding their under scales in sheer amusement.

She flew off to her house, a simple dorm with a sign on the front:

"Illusions' dorm, 2537."

She walked in and observed her many drawings. Furs played football and danced, colors seeming to leap off the page. She wished she could live that life. With a sigh, she flopped on her bed and took a nap.

She sound of knocking awoke her and she went to the door. Time to see what the insult was now.

"Evening, Illusion."

She stepped back in surprise. She had expected a "OMG, your eye!" Or some other insult of shock or rudeness. No, this dragon looked at her kindly, black scales reflecting the soft light from her room and the lights below, spots of silvery white speckling his scales like stars. His eyes were a deep yellow, as if stepping too close would take you into a soft summer night.

"Oh! Hello!" She said, before seeing if he wanted to come in. He stepped in, admiring her work. He then frowned.

"What is it?"

"The scale of this painting is off, and this seems a bit crooked. No wonder, you're blind in one eye, I suppose that would be the effect. But I can help."

"Help?" She was confused. No one ever offered her help, and especially someone who she just met.

"Come to the art room, I have just the teacher you could meet." As he stepped outside, she noticed an odd jaggedness to his movement, but realized her eye was likely the cause of the trickery. She followed the dragon through the school.

"I'm Moonstone, by the way," he added while walking, "and the teacher's name is Granite." He went down a softly lit hall and enter a room. She gasped at the amount of paintings and sculptures adorning the room. They seemed alive, fully colored and shaded as if the would come out of the page and greet you.

A mink was hanging a new painting on the wall when he turned around. "Oh! You must be Illusion, the Dutchie here at the school! I am Granite, one of the art teachers here at the academy. I heard you painted and sent Moonstone to get you." He smiled and walked over to her. "Need a brush? I have a great one right here. Want me to show ya?"

He grabbed a lovely brush with a blue base and long, soft bristles. He motioned for Moonstone and Illusion to come over. "Moonstone, you can get back on now." His eyes brightened as he stepped on a golden pedestal, his features solidifying and turning into a statue with a proud, brace grin. Illusion stared and then realized. That's why he seemed jagged, he wasn't alive. She turned to exit when Granite perked his ears up.

"Why are you leaving?" Those words seemed to freeze Illusion in her tracks. She felt a few light bristles and thought, why was she leaving? She felt like she needed to go somewhere, but where was it again?

"You don't need to move now, my statue. You will be the first Dutch Angel Statue I make, doesn't that sound amazing? Not having to worry, just being still and polished by me every day, being admired and kept nice and shiny."

She wanted to move. That wasn't right, she was alive, wasn't she? But the idea of being admired sounded very nice. She was teased so often, and to be loved by all instead? She nodded and looked at Granite, awaiting instructions.

Granite grinned a small grin at his newest addition to his magnificent collection. "Please go stand on the pedestal and just look natural, smile and be a good statue. You won't need to move, just curl you tail just like that, yes very good." He went over and began to pose the Dutchie, who's fur was staring to harden into a nice solid marble at her paws and tail tip.

She started to think, but realized that a good statue doesn't think, they just sit still for all to admire. She felt cold, but in a good way, like a light snowfall was passing through her body as she turned to stone. She was going to be Master's perfect statue, his very best and no one could tell anyone otherwise. Her entire body was the cool stone, up to her neck.

"Yes, that's very good, now for the paint. Being your normal color was so boring, I can do better." He splashed on paints of exotic and bright colors all over the stone form of Illusion, and she felt like a void she was missing was being filled with each swipe of the brush. Master was going to love her and clean her every day, and she was going to serve her purpose: being a statue for her sculptor. Her neck began to solidify, then her mouth. As she was painted, she knew she was never meant to live, only be a beautiful statue. "I shall call you Frostbite, little one." Granite said, and the name filled the remnants of her mind, so if brought to life by him she would know this. Frostbite, yes, that was who she was. Her memories faded, replaced with a Dutchie who served her master in every way, obeying his every command, and it would feel great every time. The stone moved up her body, and Granite pained every inch of stone he saw.

"I'm going to be perfect, the best example and everyone will love me a-" Her thoughts were cut off as the last few inches of her body were encased in stone, and paint was put over it. Granite sighed at his newest creation. All thoughts of the small dragon Illusion were gone, replaced with the much more proper statue of a Dutchie named Frostbite by her creator, handcrafted from the finest stone and painted with the best brushes and paints. She stood proud, tail wrapped around her legs, a look of pride and bliss on her face and two lovely blue eyes. Her red fur contrasted with those eyes, giving her a sense of a brave yet caring soul. With another wave of the brush, he cause Frostbite to shake a bit, then stand a attention.

"Yes master?" She said in a voice of true affection. He created her, and that was all there was to it. She felt something spark in her mind, but it was soon lost forever in her admiration. "I am at your will." She bowed her head slightly, showing obedience.

"Good, now then, you will show everyone that you are alive, not because being a statue would be bad, but because getting caught would be the worst thing in the world."

"Why is that?" She asked with childish innocence.

"They will make you a living thing, unable to serve me anymore, and would you want that?"

The idea of losing Master sent a chill through her, she would never be able to live with that.

"Now, you may rest for tonight." With a wave of the brush, she was turned into an unmoving statue once again.

"Ok, ok, very good Illusion!" Whitestripe called as she scampered out from under a desk, still a bit damp from her time as a puddle of rainbows. She got a hold of her limbs and grinned happily. "You fooled Granite perfectly!" Granite admired the young dragon, being able to create her copy, then dissolving away to hide if her plan should have backfired. He only saw slight wavering, but it had been ignored.

"Thank you Dean," she replied, "I've been practicing holding up my copy." Her record time was fifteen minutes, just long enough for an escape after transformation.

"Ok, we can practice more tomorrow, I just wanted to show you my student's progress, Whitestripe." Granite said, a smile forming on his muzzle.

Today's simulation went great, was the thought that went through Illusions mind, but then another.


"You could use that for something else, little one. Don't worry, you're doing it again tomorrow. Just listen to me this time, please."

"Shut up, Mirage, I put you there for a reason."