Traveling with Nomad Dragons

The first sign of trouble

*~16 years later~*

Why, oh why do I have to be so different? I thought as I walked home in the rain. Zena didn't

answer, even though she could read my mind. Telepathy with your dragon was one of the many

advantages of being bonded with them, although sometimes it seemed more like a curse. The fact

that Zena didn't answer me was her way of saying that she whole-heartedly regretted doing what

she did. 

It wasn't really her fault, she wasn't the one who had insulted me, but she could have chosen

not to react.  What did you want me to do? Zena's high pitched voiced asked in my mind. "You could

have just walked away." I said out loud, tugging my coat tighter around me.  She huffed, causing a

jet of steam to rise next to me. You don't fully know what he called you. in dragon speech it's much

worse. he should have been brought before the dragon council for it. 

I shuddered. No one talked to the dragon council unless it was serious. Suddenly my cell

phone rang, playing a catchy tune from the hottest singer and her dragon. I pulled it out and sighed

when I say who it was. I flipped it open and tentatively put it up next to my ear.

"Hello?" "WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU? WHERE ARE YOU?" My mother's voice shouted from the

phone while my mother's dragon, Pleana, roared in the background. Both me and Zena flinched.

 "I'm fine, mom, I'm walking home right now." I responded once the noise on the other end died

down. "In the rain? Why didn't you just fly home?"  " I wanted to think." My mother sighed heavily and

I swear I could almost feel it come Thur on this end. 

Most people would ride their dragons home when it rained, but not me. I loved the rain. I loved

thinking, that's one of the reasons why I was so different.  "Well, be careful." she said. I rolled my

eyes at that. Like she cared about my safety. "Okay, bye." I said, then hang up in the middle of her

response. I slipped the phone into my pocket, breathing deeply as I always did whenever I talked to

my mother. 

I don't know why she keeps up this pretense that she cares about me. We both know that she

doesn't. She just does it for a public appearance. Ever since dad died she had become hard and

distant to me. She barley checked up on me and she was never home. Even when she was and I

saw her she wouldn't even acknowledge that I was in the room. I was sick of her. 

I sighed as I hiked up my hood and picked up the pace as the rain continued to pour.

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So, Hear's the first chapter!! It kinda sucks I know but I'm still learning. Please comment on how I can improve and how you like the story line so far!! Thank you to all who have read this far!!