Once there were dragons

Chapter 3

It was time. Time for Derki to man up and train so he can finally be accepted by his parents and the rest of the village.

Derki walked down the path that lead to the training arena, where he would learn how to kill dragons and all sorts of creatures.

He still had the blue dragon scale. He gad kept it in his waist coat pocket for good luck.

When he arrived at the arena he saw a bunch of kids that were roughly his age. When he turned around he saw Sture one of the many vikings that picked on Derki.

Sture was a large boy with rather large ears. With dirty blonde hair. His hair wasn't actually dirty blonde, but since he never washed it his natural blonde hair had turned brownish.

Behind Sture was Fiske an somehow even larger boy with equally brown hair and normal sized ears.

Once the two had seen Derki, Sture said "look who it is it's Derki the unfortunate" a name given to him by the youths of the village.

"What are you doing here this school is for vikings not for twigs" remarked Fiske -this is an unusual intangible remark made by Fiske saying that he is indeed the dumbest vikings you will ever meet-.

"Oh why don't you leave him alone you pigs and roll around in some mud." Tove had come to Derki's rescue.

Sture and Fiske took one look at Tove and did exactly that. -Now you know why Derki and Tove are friends. They have a mutual hate towards other vikings of their age-.

"Listen up pipsqueaks today we're gonna do some sprite catching" a large bald man stood on an old wooden crate whilst yelling at the top of his lungs,"now you're probably wondering how in Thor's sake are we going to do that well the answer is simple" he continued to go on about how they needed to put a shiny object in the cage, and if you do that you needed do after is shut the door after them.

"Sir but what cages aren't sprites quite small and won't they just slip through the bars?" Derki asked not very sure on how sane his instructor was.

"Well my boy, that is a very good question" the instructor said- no one is quite sure on what his name was, you see the thing about history is that people tend to change it quite a lot or forget parts of it, sadly the instructor was the latte.- "does anyone know the answer?"

Everyone looked at each other puzzled when one of the girls shot her hand up and said "the cage needs to be made of iron, sprites can't get to close to the stuff or the start to burn."

"Very good whats your name young lassie?" Said the instructor.

"It's Ylva" said the short round faced red haired girl.

"Well Ylva do you also know what a sprite bite can do to you?"

"Uhhhhhhh no" Ylva said with a embraced look on her face.

"Well a sprite bite can give you mood swings that usually end with you passing out on the ground" Derki was surprised by the fact that such a little creature can do so much.

"Now everyone I want you to get into groups of threes okay no less and no more" orders the instructor.

Derki and Tove stood next to each other trying to find someone else to go with when Ylva came up to them."can i go in a group with you two I don't really have one?"

"Sure we needed one more person anyway" Tove said while she grinned because she didn't have to go with one of the many swooning boys.

Derki stuck out his hand and said "I'm Derki and this is Tove, nice to meet you."

"You too and you all ready know my name from before." Ylva said while taking his hand and shacked it vigorously.

"Well lets get sprite hunting" Derki said and went to get one of the caged that were staked in a pile in the corner.