Dragon's Roar

Chapter One

The boy put his hand under his chin, as he leaned out the only window worth looking out of in the castle. It was a calm evening, the trees in the distance swayed with the wind. Down in the valley laughter was being spread, it was the night of the dragons. All the villagers that were tied with a dragon spiritually gathered around and formed a dance pattern, one that was so beautiful, even Nature's enemy, Fire, bended to its will. Everyone was having a great time, everyone but the boy. His mother and father had told him he was far too young to attend the dance, even though the boys spirit was a dragon, and there were other children attending the dance, children very far under his own age. He personally thought thirteen was certainly old enough to attend to a dance that his own ancestors created.

Instead, he watched calmly from his window, hearing the distance laughter and smelling the faint deserts, and imagining the sweet, beautiful girl that lived in the village. Yes, he could see her now, her spirit was too a dragon, and he could see her dancing along to the music, smiling as her brothers, sisters, fathers and mothers watched her attend the dragon dance. After the boy started calming down, knowing very well that his parents, the King and the Queen would soon return from the dance, the Grand finale sounded. It was loud, obnoxious, and beautiful. I know, confusing, but that's what everyone thought. People that were awoken by this noise went peacefully back to sleep, knowing that that night, they would be protected by Mioalodkao, the dragon god. He was depicted as a giant scaly creature, with great big green wings, that when beaten, shook the Earth, making the evil creatures fall into the great big black night sky. The boy smiled, looking past the village into the now peach coloured sky, which is referred to as Dragon territory, on nights like these. He was quick to notice his mother and father being carried home by several servants, with desperate villagers clinging to their clothes and their robes, hoping they'd be as kind to give them a little pocket money.

But of course, being the King and the Queen they are, they rejected their requests, and continued their trip back home, leaving the villagers behind as they entered the Castle gardens. The boy rushed into his pajamas that has been laid out first him several hours earlier by a butler. He quickly flung himself into his comfy feather and cotton bed, his head disappearing under the thick pillows. The King and the Queen never had much time for their sons, and their daughters, however, they always seemed to push out an hour or two of work to spend time with them, except the boy. They're not bad parents, the boy just does not like to socialize, especially with a family that doesn't understand him. The boy always wished his parents would let him live in the village, it didn't sound as bad as they described it. Besides, no one from the village would recognize him, everytime he went in with his father, the King put an old robe over the boy, making him look like a common servant. The boy never knew why, but it was on the lines of something like putting the boy in danger.

The boy was the youngest of six other brothers and sisters. Four boys two girls, not including the boy. They always tackled him or bit his hand, depending on the age and the gender. He always tried to hang out with them, but he was the youngest, and the only one closest to his age was his brother Matthew, and he was fourteen, obviously too old to hang out with a family member almost exactly a year younger than himself. The days were filled with boredom for the boy. He never did anything with his family, as mentioned before. He would go down to the village to talk to the girl, but his father, the King was too overprotective. The Queen, not so much. This changed the boys world forever, in a good way.