A Human and His Dragon // countryhumans sovbrit

Chapter 1: The Gift

That day was a year and a few months ago, and they had been meeting in the same place every day since then. With Britain, Soviet was always entertained, especially when he would show him how he flew and other things he could do. He never had anything like this at the orphanage; or ever, at all. Finally, he had a true friend.

A friend that it was illegal to be with.

It didn't bother them, but it did mean that they had to meet in secret and no one could know. Not even Britain's brothers could know, which made it difficult to get them to let him go to their meeting place alone. After many questions, Soviet had found out that they were both the same age, with Britain being about a few weeks older. Being 12 and not human, he was at high risk of being kidnapped and/or killed by hunters since dragon wings were highly demanded and very expensive. It was a cruel world towards dragons like him.

As a matter of fact, it was starting to get colder and Britain's birthday was approaching. He was going to be 13, a special birthday to him as he had learned. As soon as he became a teenager, he would be taught how to hunt without help from his brothers. After building trust for each other, Britain could be quite talkative and would let Soviet know of everything that happened in his day. Soviet would do the same, of course, but the only interesting thing in his day would seem to be the daily escape to the forest to meet him.

A few months ago, on a bright afternoon, Britain took Soviet to the edge of the forest; it was a cliffside above an endless view of hills, rivers and woods.

"Isn't the view lovely?"

He asked, as to which Soviet could only nod at a loss for words.

"My brothers say my parents used to take us here when they were still alive. I can only remember my brothers taking me here, though."

All that could be heard were the beautiful sounds of nature; plus the dragon talking over it. But Soviet didn't mind. If anything, he found that it added to the experience.

"I haven't been here in years... I only wanted to go back when I had someone special enough to take with me, and that's you!"

"Really? You think I'm special?"

"Of course! You're the only real friend I've ever had! I've had others but they kept moving away, I do hope you'll stay."

"I promise I will stay. You're a good friend to me too, Britain."

They had stayed out there for what seemed like forever when the dragon had noticed a thriving rosebush with blooming, pale pink flowers. Being attracted to the wonderful smell it was emitting, he went over to it to take a look.

"Roses! I love roses. Oh, and daffodils. And thistles. But roses are my favourite."

"I like roses too, but I think I like chamomiles and sunflowers the most."

"Ooh, they sound pretty!"

"They are! That's why they're my favourites."

They returned soon after that. But the fact that Soviet now knew Britain's favourite flower stuck in his head. He knew it would come in handy someday.

And come in handy it did. Soviet wanted to give him a gift with meaning, rather than just any old thing with 'happy birthday' on it. He knew what he was going to do and how he was going to do it, he just needed to actually make it.