There are stories my father tells me, stories from many years ago. Many years before you were born I can be sure. These are stories about trust, a bond between two, between two foes who became friends, a trust so strong they share a heart. These stories are about the creature we call, dragons. Yes I said dragons, the creature us roman Knights fight, we fight for our lives. These dragons are killers, well, that's what everyone believes but not me, I believe these stories my father tells me. Dragons are not killers, once you earn the trust of a dragon you feel each others pain and emotions.
I should probably introduce myself, my name is Caesar. I'm a 15 year old roman knight, well I'm not fully a knight yet, I'm training to become a knight, but I don't exactly think I'm going to become one anytime soon considering I don't show up to training a lot of the time. I do have a reason for that, the reason is dragons, you may be wondering 'Dragons? What does he mean?' Well I mean my fathers stories about dragons, he has these stories written on very old paper and it looks like it's all written in a runny ink. He doesn't know that I skip training but I'm glad he doesn't know because if he found out anytime soon I would be dead, literally. My father usually tells me all the stories but I've read most of them. Of course when he tells me I act as if I haven't heard it before, we wouldn't want him knowing about my skipped training.
It's early in the morning maybe around there or four, I've woken up to a loud crashing noise and screaming, I grab my lantern which provides me with a bit of light and I walk outside, my eyes widen and my jaw drops at what I saw, It was a fire dragon, his scales we're golden and his eyes were a bright yellow. Everyone was screaming, running and crying, you probably would to if there was a giant dragon burning buildings. "Caesar! Get inside!" My father yells at me standing in the door way. I don't look at him, I keep my eyes on the creature. "Caesar! Get inside young man! You could get hurt or even worse killed!" I finally decide to listen to my father and turn my head towards him and look at him. "Fine.." I murmur, as I'm about to turn the rest of my body around I see my fathers face turn from a worried expression to a face filled with fear and pain, he backed up and pelted inside yelling out "Get Inside!" I stood there confused staring at where he was standing just a few seconds ago. Then I felt a hot breath on my body I dropped my lantern out of shock and understood why my father pelted inside. I slowly turned my head being face to face with a fire dragon.
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The Legend Of The Wolf Dragon
FantasyCaesar, a young Roman knight in training has a obsession over the dangerous killers named dragons. Although dragons Are the creatures who burn and kill millions of the Romans homes and people every year, there is something else about them. There ha...