Dragon Trainers

Chapter 1: Let The Plot Begging!

We all know and at lest heard about dragons, and if you haven't well, why did you pick up this book? I mean it has the word 'dragon' in the title! Okay, okay, I'm just going to assume that you know about them or that one of your friends told you to read this.  Just a heads up, dragons and pretty much every other mythical creature you can think of actually exsit. Do you hear that? Its the sound of your mind being freaking blown! Yup, mermaids, fairy's, dragons, and Etc all exist! Even Unicorns! But they're a lot more hostile when you tick them off then in your storybooks. So, lets start from the begging. My name is Qamar Meborn and I'm in 6th grade and I'm extremely popular and I don't have any problems communicating with humans what so ever! Why would you even fathom that? Yeah, if you didn't catch the sarcasm in that last sentence then we're not going to get along what so ever and you should probably close this book and get your priorities in order and then carry on with the story like my wayward son. As can tell from about a paragraph ago I don't really like humans and humans don't really like me. I just spend my spare time reading and judging everyone. My grandfather before he died would always say that I was smarter then the other kids because I never partook in any drama. It was never really on purpose I just don't like socializing with other humans. I wonder what he would think of me now. Anyways, as I always say when things get boring or dull. Let the plot begin!

My dream started off with me standing in a room that was pitch black but you could kind of make out how big it was if you stared at celling long enough. Kinda like my social life if you need a visual. Since I was barefoot I could tell that I was standing on Rock. I then made the conclusion that I was in a cave of some sort. The cave was bigger then freaking Time Square and Central Park put together. I tried to move my body but it wasn't cooperating with me. Where's life alert when you need it? 'Oh' I thought 'it's one of those kind of dreams.' You know the kind of dream you get when you take some weird pain medication. No? Just me alrighty then. It smelled damp (witch was weird because this is freak fracking dream!) And I'm pretty sure I smelled raw meat. You know the stuff that you get at McDonald and your local school Cafeteria. "I hope you were successful in stealing the eggs from each realm. Considering the fact that you must to go through each realm to get to our current location." A voice asked, a voice that sent shivers up my spine. "Y-yes, I have master!" Another voice responded. Unlike the first voice, it was more hesitant and cowardly. Mix that with fact that they called the first voice master and that they he retrieved some sort of eggs for the first person I'm guessing servant? Or a really abusive relationship? You know like the relationship in 50 Shades Of Grey? (Ten hours of my life that'll never get back..) And why did the first person say that the other dude was supposed to go through realms of some sort to get eggs? I mean, haven't they heard of Walmart? "Oh," the first person said interrupting my thoughts. Rude. "Its seems that we have a guest!" Oh, sweet honey ice tea I'm scared. Right after the first voice said that, a bright light appeared from the heavens blinding me for a second but then revealing that the cave was felled with piles of gold mixed with Jems, Rubys, Diamonds, and a some other valuable minerals that I didn't even know the name of! But what really caught my eye was a huge pile of coins all stacked together with a huge black throne that looked like something out of the Adams Family movies propped on top of It. It was a large, black, Victorian chair with sliver accents and a figure sitting in it. He was about 98 pounds to 100 and he wore all black so, he kind of camouflage with the chair. The light decided to be a donkey and dim so I couldn't make out any facial features. The second person on the other hand didn't look like a person what so ever. He was kneeling at the bottom of pile of gold wearing a black cloak and was looking in my direction or at least I think he was. The servant (which I assume is a servant because if he wasn't the dude on the the throne is into some kinky shit right there man.) Had oval shape eyes that were completely black, like blacker than my soul. And his mouth, if could even call it a mouth, was a slit from his left ear to his right, forming a haunting smile. But when I looked at him I wasn't scared, I was just sorry for him. (Well, I'm just assuming that its a he. Tumblr please don't kill me!) He looked like he didn't even want to be alive and I could relate to that. Now, all my instincts were telling me to make a freak fracking run for it, but I didn't. Call me Suicidal but I just stood my ground. While, Mr.Emo decided to stand up and make me almost crap my pants. I wonder if he listened to LincolnPark. It looked like he was staring at me and it didn't help that he cocked his head to the right a bit. Now, I was cursing so much in my head that I'm pretty sure I made about ten sailors in pass out. I was half expecting him to slide down the pile of gold like, he freaking owned the place (which I'm guessing he did?) But luckily before that happened everything turned black (well blacker.) and before I knew it I was back in reality.