October 31, 700 BC was the day I was born. My name is Kayda and I'm four years old. I raised in a village where the people doesn't like dragons or any other mythical beings. So, we have to be careful not to get caught or else we die.
My parents just came back from finding food and tonight is fish...again. After eating, mom and I went to sleep whereas dad usually stayed up and kept watch just so we don't get caught by the villagers.
"Honey, get Kayda. We gotta go. One of the villagers saw us and they're coming this way." Dad says in a panicked tone
Mom quickly picks me up while dad packed some important things to take with us. Then they run out the house, which caused the villagers to chase after us.
Mom hands me to dad and transformed into a dragon and breathed fire to slow the villagers down.
"Get those two!" One of the villagers shouted "They're getting away!"
I watched as the villagers fought my mom. A piercing screamed spread across the forest floor, as it made me cry loud. Dad gives me a look and a tear came from his eye.
"I love you Kayda." He places me in a safe cave, puts his backpack down and transforms into a dragon
"There he is!" A villager said "Kill him!"
After fighting the villagers off, I hear another piercing scream that caused me to cry again. The villagers were then looking for me for two minutes, failed and went back.
