When Bolt was young, only a few weeks old, he picked up a
mentor. Or rather was picked up by a mentor.
The Ted Unit was large, a tall blue dragon that generally
went by the name of Blue.
There wasn't a lot of dragons in the Teds. A few every year,
compared to the hundreds of bunnies, dogs, kittens and thousands of bears.
Blue was special. Bolt didn't have a whole lot of memories
before Blue, days of loneliness, being one of a crowd, being lost.
Blue picked up this small little bear, plucking him up out
of the hoard, seeing something special.
Blue was the one gave him his name. The one who taught him
everything important.
Blue taught him about Nightmares, about Monsters, about duty
and honour. About why they trained so hard.
Bolt had followed him everywhere, even when classes started.
Blue had encouraged him, laughing all the time.
Then he was gone.
There had been letters at first, and Bolt had thrown himself
into his studies. Bolt had all these plans, knowing that they liked to keep
those toys who formed bonds with each other together.
Maybe not this year, but soon.
Then the letters stopped.
Bolt waited anxiously for weeks, scanning the reports,
tracking down every bit of information he could about the area, not that there
was a lot a baby bear could access.
Finally Uno had to take him aside. "Blue is gone."
"What happened?" Bolt had asked.
Uno shook his head, "The dark took him."
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