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Year 1554
I'm standing at my widow seal in my room looking out onto the kingdom I call home. My hair, that descends down to my waist, lays on my back. Not a single tangle could be found for it had just been brushed by a maid. I wore a light blue, silky dress. My necklace was hanging around my neck. One of the two things that remained from that day. My necklace and the scare on the left side of my waist. Those are all I have, but to say that would be a lie. I guess I should say that those were the only physical things, as in a sort of object or mark, that I have.
My father, the king of Bellame, would not let me ever leave the castle again after that day , for that day is now known as 'torn'. He was worried for me. No, he was scared, paranoid even. For if I was not in my room, or were ever I was supposed to be at that time of day, he would think I was taken or killed even. By what we all know as dragons.
After torn, my mother fell into a coma. They said it was both from the wounds that day, and an illness she had kept secret from us for the prier two years.
The king then had fallen so far into his grief and sorrow, that he created an arena. An arena for dragons to fight to the death with other dragons.
He created an elate army for capturing dragons. They were called 'The Dragon Tamers' or 'TDT'. For they caught five of some of the strongest kinds of dragons there first time out. Those dragons were fire dragons. Every first day of a week, which was Monday, a group of five of there men went out to get five dragons. At the start of every month, there would be twenty threw twenty-five dragons put against each other to a fight to the death. And at the top of the arena would be a balcony where my father and me would sit. I would never want to watch someone kill another of there own kind, but I was forced to.
A little bit before torn, I thought that dragons were just huge beasts that breathed fire. Those were my thoughts before I over herd a few guards that had been drinking. Back then, before torn, I didn't listen to what went on around me, but that day I didn't have any thing else to do. They had came to the subject of dragons. I learned a lot that day. Dragons lived in a kingdom like our own. A kingdom called Raven. The royal blood line of Raven had a special kind of flame that they breathed. Yes, they could breath red flames, but they could also breath emerald green ones. This was how you could tell they were royalty. Dragons also could change into the form of humans. No one knows why, but they just could.
Its been nine years sense torn. Now I'm sixteen years old. All that time that had passed for me was spent learning how to sneak around the castle unheard. Just like when Samule was running from me, but I could never get as quiet as he was. The general had caught me one night because of that flaw and decided to teach me how to fight and sneak around the right way. I don't know why he did, but all I know is that it helped me out a lot. He taught me how to fight with my hands and with weapons.
His name was Max. He was twenty, but he fought and new things as if he was forty years old. He had brown, shaggy hair and brown eyes. He was a person that I trusted with my life for he had got me out of trouble when ever I was caught. He never told my father what I was doing, nor did he tell any one else.
Now I stand at my window, watching as every one walked around. Having a good time, but to me this was not an ordinary day.
TDT had caught a dragon in human form. It was to be brought before the king. My father wanted to integrant it himself, and I was to be by his side.
I heard a knock at my door. Turning my head I said "Come in.'' The door opened. There, stood a maid with short, black hair and brown eyes looking at me. She bowed and said "The king is ready for you my highness. Please follow me." And with that I walked out of my room. My destination was the thrown room.
Where I was to meet the man I called my father, and to possibly here the voice of a dragon again since nine years.
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This story is also on my wattpad account
My name is suger_cub on there, plz take a look at it if you can.
I'm standing at my widow seal in my room looking out onto the kingdom I call home. My hair, that descends down to my waist, lays on my back. Not a single tangle could be found for it had just been brushed by a maid. I wore a light blue, silky dress. My necklace was hanging around my neck. One of the two things that remained from that day. My necklace and the scare on the left side of my waist. Those are all I have, but to say that would be a lie. I guess I should say that those were the only physical things, as in a sort of object or mark, that I have.
My father, the king of Bellame, would not let me ever leave the castle again after that day , for that day is now known as 'torn'. He was worried for me. No, he was scared, paranoid even. For if I was not in my room, or were ever I was supposed to be at that time of day, he would think I was taken or killed even. By what we all know as dragons.
After torn, my mother fell into a coma. They said it was both from the wounds that day, and an illness she had kept secret from us for the prier two years.
The king then had fallen so far into his grief and sorrow, that he created an arena. An arena for dragons to fight to the death with other dragons.
He created an elate army for capturing dragons. They were called 'The Dragon Tamers' or 'TDT'. For they caught five of some of the strongest kinds of dragons there first time out. Those dragons were fire dragons. Every first day of a week, which was Monday, a group of five of there men went out to get five dragons. At the start of every month, there would be twenty threw twenty-five dragons put against each other to a fight to the death. And at the top of the arena would be a balcony where my father and me would sit. I would never want to watch someone kill another of there own kind, but I was forced to.
A little bit before torn, I thought that dragons were just huge beasts that breathed fire. Those were my thoughts before I over herd a few guards that had been drinking. Back then, before torn, I didn't listen to what went on around me, but that day I didn't have any thing else to do. They had came to the subject of dragons. I learned a lot that day. Dragons lived in a kingdom like our own. A kingdom called Raven. The royal blood line of Raven had a special kind of flame that they breathed. Yes, they could breath red flames, but they could also breath emerald green ones. This was how you could tell they were royalty. Dragons also could change into the form of humans. No one knows why, but they just could.
Its been nine years sense torn. Now I'm sixteen years old. All that time that had passed for me was spent learning how to sneak around the castle unheard. Just like when Samule was running from me, but I could never get as quiet as he was. The general had caught me one night because of that flaw and decided to teach me how to fight and sneak around the right way. I don't know why he did, but all I know is that it helped me out a lot. He taught me how to fight with my hands and with weapons.
His name was Max. He was twenty, but he fought and new things as if he was forty years old. He had brown, shaggy hair and brown eyes. He was a person that I trusted with my life for he had got me out of trouble when ever I was caught. He never told my father what I was doing, nor did he tell any one else.
Now I stand at my window, watching as every one walked around. Having a good time, but to me this was not an ordinary day.
TDT had caught a dragon in human form. It was to be brought before the king. My father wanted to integrant it himself, and I was to be by his side.
I heard a knock at my door. Turning my head I said "Come in.'' The door opened. There, stood a maid with short, black hair and brown eyes looking at me. She bowed and said "The king is ready for you my highness. Please follow me." And with that I walked out of my room. My destination was the thrown room.
Where I was to meet the man I called my father, and to possibly here the voice of a dragon again since nine years.
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This story is also on my wattpad account
My name is suger_cub on there, plz take a look at it if you can.
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