Time And Space

Chapter 1

 Aesthetic for the leading lady and all

          Scribbling into my book as I watched the hatching I found my head falling to the side as I tossed a rabbit at it, she gratefully accepted as her mother didn't move by the door, sunbathing without a care in the world. The hatchling has fully imprinted on her mother, who did not see me as human, yet was very social with me, as if I was a second mother.

         I learned long ago that despite their hatred for humans, they can still easily imprint on us, the difficult task would be getting the eggs away from the mother, not even hatchlings will imprint on a human, not if its seen its mother at least once. You'd have to be the very first creature it saw. Humming as my leg bounced over the other I continued to scribble about how this particular pair was going. 

      The mother didn't think me a thread in the least, believing me to be watching her young while she sunbathed, a common thing among drakes, while the hatchling honestly treated me exactly the same as her mother. Something I've found extraordinarily fascinating, drakes are pack dragons, but they always found a companion, male or female; it does not matter to them. 

    Their mating is free, companions rarely mate, but the young always stay with their mothers unless they perish, a male pairing is always the ones to adapt and if that particular pack is laking one, which I've only seen once, the hatchlings were snatched by a male nonetheless. The female companion had not laid any eggs and seemed rather thrilled about caring for them, the pair had been rather aggressive with others going near the hatchlings.

         So, I assumed this hatchling thought me her mother's companion, or perhaps her mother. Either way, she saw me as one that would protect and teach her. I had five trials running as of now and so far, this one was the most attached. The single male and his three hatchlings a close second, they react similarly. Them there was the female pairing whose hatchlings treated me like a playmate, the male pairing's young would force me to the ground and more times than not surround me as if I was the defenseless one.

        The male-female pairing was... Rowdy. If my attention wavered in the slightest they'd attack. In a playful manner of course, but I was human, a rather small one at that, and they were dragons. Young or not they were still large than any wolf, a wolf will armor thicker than steel might I add. Snapping shut my journal I slid it on the shelve with the rest of them and glanced at the drake who was licking her claws clean of blood, her mother glancing inside at the sharp sound.

        Grabbing one of the other rabbits on my desk I made sure the hatchling had seen it before tossing it outside. She fetched like a good little girl. Her mother pushing herself onto her thick legs as she stretched knowing I was done for the day. The large drake was still smaller than a few of her cousins but was within the medium-sized dragon species nonetheless. Medium within the world of dragons.

         However, I hardly reached her knee. Drakes had the large capability of fighting its larger cousins just fine, they had thicker scales and skin, they were all muscle and they were well adapted to fighting off the competition. They were high on the danger scale. My eyes wandering to the poster I had grabbed from the last time I had been around people.

       A danger scale for the dragons. Run being marked for all but one, making me chuckle because the little heathens could be just as bad. Dead was dead after all. Few could change that. Humming as I glanced around before sighing, I had places to be, none of which are within my world. Looking down at myself I found the strange clothes of 'earth' and kinda just fell through space, I must have thrown them on this morning without paying attention.

         Looking around I found I was now in a coffee shop restroom. Leaving I glanced around the very loud city. Humans everywhere. Though these creatures aren't like the humans I know or, well, am. They lack 'magic' though, within the hundreds of years that I've lived I learned it wasn't actually magic. I also learned about science, something my world heavily lacks. Though, if I wanted a world for intelligence I'd just go to Detura, place took a hundred years for me to be able to know what people were talking about.

        I'm from a place with no technology and that's all they've got. It's where I studied science. Though, their clothing is... tight. Shivering at the memories I slid my hands into the large pocket of my sweatshirt as I made my way to an art store. Then I brought all of the leather journals they had. After freezing time and taking the money from the register.

        Falling through space once more I grunted as I fell into my chair and dropped the bag on my desk. Sliding the grimoire beride the bag off the desk and into my lap I flicked it open and scribbled in it, explaining and altering what some ancient magi wrote. Very smart for this world but that's not a high accomplishment. We're a race of brute force and unexplainable phenomenon's, brains aren't our strong suit.

           So I decided to explain the unexplainable, mainly because these creatures show me a threat and I'd of died if I didn't outsmart them. Humming as my hand went to work I sat for many hours until I was disturbed by a little heathen the humans think to be treated with caution. The fae grabbed the closed birdcage I had hanging as he let out a small string of sparks.

         Glancing at the smallest of dragons as he let out sparks and shrieks I stilled when I put together what he was trying to say. The king has caged a dragon without flames. And if a dragon has no flames... Let's just say whoever has snatched them will regret it. All dragons have magic, and all have flames of some sort if they are one of the unfortunate souls that don't have what makes them a true dragon they have some sort of companion to protect them.

        Doesn't matter if they're of the solitary species or not, they always have another, it's in the dragons biology to protect the weak and the flameless equally lack magic and always smaller. They're the runts, their bodies aren't capable of summoning the flame nor commanding an element, they were too weak, making them all the more dangerous.

          Pulling my earth clothing off I speedily redressed not wishing the kingdoms to wage a war on the dragons. I'd be forced to side with the dragons and that'd be awkward. Dripping as I pulled on my leather pants I huffed and just wiggled into them on the floor, grunting as I slid my arms into my corset I started buckling the front as I had made this specifically for me as I lack another to help me into the blasted thing.

        Groaning as I grabbed the adjusting on the side I tightened it and repeated the action with the other side. Pulling on all kinds of belts and bracelets I hopped into the swell combat boots I've found far better than any shoes from my homeworld. Squealing as I fell again I jumped back to my feet and started filling the belts and bracelets with vials and potions. Sliding on the hip bags I secured them to my thighs and pulled on my gloves. 

         Letting out a breath as I looked down at myself I snatched my brush and forcefully tamed the beast on my head before pulling it into a smooth high ponytail, huffing I blew the hair I had left free out of my face and let out a large huff, alright. Snatching my mask and goggles I raced outside as I forced them into place.

       Letting out a loud whistle as the mask bounced around my neck I raised my arm just before I was grabbed by a very large wyvern. They're far faster than a dragon dragon and I was in a freaking rush. Pulling the mask on as I made sure my goggles were on properly I climbed the flying beast and let out a grunt as I got onto his back.

        Humans can't breathe so high in the atmosphere and it would honestly destroy one's eyes fully at this speed. So those that wish to ride dragons are, well, insane. Let's look past the whole blinding suffocating thing and just acknowledge the fact that dragon's despise humans fully and completely; you'd die before you got near the thing.