Dragon Trainer

Dragon Trainer

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There are times when you fall but it takes couragement to get up again. . Kielo a 13 years old boy who really loves dragons! Dragons are well knowned to the world, the horrific flying reptilian species and an amazing ability to burst fire in a word horrifying. Kielo is a dragon trainer. Kielo is not so popular actually his always gets bullied around. But almost eveyone don't know his past. His uncle, the only relative of him takes care of him. His uncle once told his not just a Dragon trainer. When Kielo is a baby almost evryday dragons try to kill him. There parents don't know why! Then there was a war Dragons attack our village and a huge Dragon rises from above blasting fore balls under us. I was taken and sailed out from my uncle. Then I didn't saw my parents again. Then we sailed here Dragbyon! Home for dragons everywhere. Thanks to to villagers I wasn't afraid of anymore, thanks to them my life gone better, thanks to them I learned HOW TO TRAIN A DRAGON!!
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