The Dragon Warrior [Completed]

My Story

In case you didn't know, my name is Jennifer Cruzalez II. I have always loved dragons. In these days, they are everywhere. Some were mean and naturally vicious, while other were passive and strictly loyal. My Papa used to own one. He had saved our lives, twice. His name was Estefano. As a child, I used to laugh at the way his name sounded. Now, I am stone cold.

My Abuelo (grandpa) came to visit for the fall. He demanded that Estefano should leave. If it weren't for my Papa, he would have killed Estefano. Till this day, I hate my Abuelo with all my heart. A long time ago, before Mama passed away, she told me hate was a strong word. She also told me that love was one too, and she would always love me. The day Mama passed away was the saddest day of my life. It was even sadder than the news of when my older brother went to war with "The Heracuns" and never came back.

My younger brother, Little Juan, as we call him, is the spitting image of Mama. The same sky blue eyes, same beautifully placed freckles, and same auburn hair. He reminded me so much of her that I used to think she was still with us. I am quite different. Like Papa and Alfonso, I have hazel eyes, sharp features, and long brown hair. You may think this story is long, but it is only the beginning of how I became a Dragon Warrior.

Hope you guys liked it. Please tell me if you would like anything to change. Second chapter is about to come out! Read the description if you are confused.