Dragons Of Deliera

Chapter 1: Grace.

Finally back home..
The birds sang their songs, the trees waved and the children screamed with glee.

Times were though at the farm. The weather was getting hot and the crops weren't growing, there was no way Grace and her uncle, Jamin could make money, unless they became blacksmiths, but the costs of the items needed were to expensive for them.

Grace followed herself back home to her little wooden cottage she shared with Jamin.
She found Jamin cutting up carrots in the kitchen.
"Grace, your home early, i was expecting you home by tuesday." Said Jamin.
"Hunting went well, there was no need to stay any longer. Where did you get thoses carrots from?"
"Aye, Morn, the woman across the street gave us a whole basket of them."
"How sweet of her." Grace walked off into her small, cramped room and detached her bow from her waist and carefully placed the arrow bag in the corner of her room.
Grace was about to head off outside when Jamin stopped her.
"Grace, i have something for you, it was ment for your birthday, but since you have been bored lately i was hoping it would keep you occupied for awhile at least."
Jamin pulled out a large book from the shelf and handed it to Grace.
"Here, take it." He said.
Grace wiped the dust off it to reveal the title...
"Dragon riders?" She said surprised and confused.
"Aye, when you have spare time, read it. Its full of great stories."
"Thankyou..."
Grace headed out the door with the book.
Dragon riders? What on earth has that crazy old man given me...
Children ran around Grace giggling and chasing each other, a small grin curved on Grace's lips.
A little boy came up to her and snached the book from her hands, the group of young children started giggling, giggling turning into pure laughter.
"Give it back you brat!"
The young boy started running and ripping the the book apart as he ran, grace picked the pieces up as she chaced the young boy around the village.
She cursed loudly as the young boy ran into Morns house.
That idiot...
Grace knocked on Morns door to see the old lady standing there.
"Why, hello young grace, may i help you?"
"Well. I believe your little grandson has taken half my book."
Grace revealed the other half all ripped up in her hands, her cheeks red with anger.
"Oh dear? He did this?"
"Yes."
"Please come in dear."
Morns house was warm, everything was tidy. As you entered there was a small living room along with a tiny coffee table, there was a dining room across from that and a hallway leading to the bedrooms.
"This is a nice house you got." Said Grace still furious.
"I suppose" she replyed.
Grace looked over to see the little boy standing in the hallway, with the book. Not affrad to yell, grace went over to the small boy.
"Give me the book."
"But i like it" said the little boy back to her.
"Now!" She screamed
The boys eyes went red as tears dribbled down his face.
"O-okay.." He sobbed
Grace snached the book from him, not aware that Morn was staring the whole time, once she realized she apologized and left in a huff.
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Days.. Flied by
Days turned into weeks.
Weeks turned into months
All problems were forgotten.
Morn dropped off carrots each week.
Jamin trained grace into a mightly warrior.
Young children grew taller and taller.
Everything went so fast...
Soon it was Graces 16th birthday.