The Dragon's Den

Chapter 1 - Jacob's Beginning

Jacob was a friendly young boy, about 10. He had shining hazel coloured eyes and a full head of glorious blonde hair. He lived by the peaceful seaside in the country that hardly anyone lived or came round to. Although he was smart and kind and helpful, his parents never really appreciated him, as a matter of fact, they pretended he was invisible or just ignored him at times. He never really understood why they did this but it gave him a lot of time to think about things but also to do what he loved, especially writing fictional stories and illustrating them, it was one of his favourite things to in his spare time. He mainly wrote stories about dragons, he LOVED dragons. He loved them so much he even asked for a pet dragon for his 4th birthday, he just found them madly interesting and cool, and with every shooting star, every wishbone, every 11:11 on the big grand clock in the lounge, he wished for dragons to be real, but it never happened. Even though he did it thousands of times and nothing happened, it never stopped his ambition. Although whenever he came 8, he started to doubt it, but he still sort of wanted it. At 10 he didn't even say a word about dragons. One day he ran out of his room and into the dining room. He made himself a bowl of Crunchy Honey Loops and milk. Crunchy Honey Loops were one of Jacob's favourite breakfasts, mainly because they tasted so goddamn good but also the box had a picture of a small red baby dragon. When he was younger he would always imagine it was talking to him and he would talk back in a joyful manner, although he always ignored it when he became 9. He ate quickly and left his bowl in the kitchen by the sink. He ran out the front door and swung it shut with a loud and terrible thud. He ran over the stone slab path and out the creaky gate. He ran on and on and on until he started running up a large hill. He never stopped running, that was until it got so steep he had to use his hands for more support. He reached the top of the tall hill, out of breath. He flopped down on the soft damp grass and relaxed, looking into the sky at the passing clouds.