How I Met Hena Chakelithp

Introduction

Started by Isabelle Reed in April 2014
Finished by Isabelle Reed in January 2016
Revised by Isabelle Reed from January 2016 to

This story is dedicated to AsterWolf47 for giving me the idea for this story in 5th grade when we went on a vacation to the beach together. They got the original idea. By the way, they're a great writer. Check out their account. They write fantasy and science-fiction.

I was making a pair of gloves for myself out of wool. I sat on the deck in back of my house, wrapping the yarn around my whole arm. It was not a glove yet, just a piece of yarn, so I rubbed melting powder on it. Melting powder is made of lava dragon scale powder and ice essence, so that it makes things melt, but without extreme heat. Even so, the lava powder would evaporate any water that touched it, making it watertight. The yarn melted together into a felt glove. I would have bought a pair from the store, but I have six fingers on each hand as opposed to five. Nobody makes six-fingered gloves. Except me, of course.
I repeated the wrapping and rubbing process. When I was done, I had new gloves. I was happy with them. I could use them for cold weather, gardening, gutting game, carpentry, and riding.
But in my country, we don't ride horses.
We ride dragons, of course!
Dragons are everything to us. Humans have struck a law with dragons.
Five thousand years ago, humans and dragons were in a constant feud. The two races were killing each other right and left.  Humans were losing too much. Dragons were carrying off children and livestock.  The humans finally went and begged for mercy from the dragons, who agreed to stop hurting the humans if the humans stopped hurting them.  In time, the dragons befriended the humans. They grew closer and closer, and eventually a law was struck: "Dragons shall help humans if humans treat them kindly and in return provide them with food and shelter."
Nowadays, it is part of life to have a dragon. Each human has a dragon and each dragon has a human. This bond is so close that it is magical. If a human dies, their dragon will too. If a dragon dies, their human will do the same. Each human calls their dragon their "soul dragon".
My soul dragon is a light vapor dragon named Staliku. He has white scales, but they reflect light so that they shimmer in rainbow colors. He breathes rainbow colored flames.
My second is a scout dragon. His name is Pahn. He's crystal blue with deep green eyes like mine.
My third dragon is an electrum dragon who breathes lightning and has a spontaneous, very reactive personality. She is named Kudika. I named her after my cousin, who is seventeen and has a very exciting job exploring the ruins of Hardlorn Castle.
My last dragon is a fuzzy brown cuddle dragon. Her name is Sock because she likes to hide in my socks. I love cuddle dragons. They have little stubby horns and don't breathe fire, just heat.
The only other being that lives on our island is me. My name is Srarori Coreter, and I am fourteen years old. I have a best friend who lives across a great sea. She and I met in a very unusual way. She was the most exciting thing that ever happened to me. This is the story of how I met Hena Chakelithp.