Destiny & Dragons (Klance Fanfiction)

The New Altea

Keith's Point of View

If you think real dragons have large wings the size of chariots or fangs as long as swords, then the fairytales you read are obviously deceiving you.

Dragons are tiny creatures the size of your average housecat, depending on the breed. I would know this because I live in the country of Altea: a land filled with dragons harmoniously flying alongside us as we go about our ordinary human lives.

My older brother Takashi, was lucky enough to have earned the trust of a black, Voltron dragon- a rare breed that can only be acquired by a soldier. Considering the fact that Shiro had been born with that mark, I honestly saw that coming from a mile away when I was a child.

Our father always used to say that my older brother had the potential to be a great leader. He said it each time Shiro practiced fighting with him or did something good for the needy. My father also said it on his death bed before he breathed out his last words: I love you, my sons. That was a dark time for both of us which I shall not dwell on further.

My father used to own the Blacksmith Workshop so once he died, the position was immediately given to my brother and, since I practically follow in my brother's footsteps, I began helping him out more frequently in whatever needed to be sorted. Whenever Takashi had to leave for the market, I would be the one in charge.

I was a good fighter, if I do say so myself- both my father and Takashi commented on my technical and instinctive skills with a sword- but I was not as strong as Takashi. I did, however, draw better than him. It's a silly reason to compare to, but I was a creative craftsman. The designs of most of our swords and armoury were done by me, if not by one of our assistants who had been working for us for a few months now, getting food for Takashi's dragon and organising the tools on display. She goes by the name of Shay.

"Keith!" Shay called from the front, "Your dragon is trying to eat the iron again!"

I groaned, getting up from my room two doors away from the front of the store (we live in the Workshop so we do not have to worry about there being a break in). A black tail was sticking out of the shelves of the store where Shay was pointing to and I rolled my eyes at the behaviour.

"Playing hard to get again, are we?" I chuckled, making my way to the shelves.

It's difficult to hold onto a dragon with sharp features, especially our little devil. A lean neck runs down from our dragon's head and into a slim body. The top is covered in thick skin and an armoured ridge runs down its spine. It's bottom is covered in coarse skin and is colored black like the rest of its body. Each limb ends with strong claws seemingly made of onyx. He's graceful tail ends in a sharp, arrowhead shaped tip and is covered in the same thick skin as its body.

"He is so disruptive, honestly," Shay sighed, folding the arms as I grabbed for the tail.

"He's probably just hungry," I said, easing him out from the shelves, "I'll take him to the welding pit now to feed him."

I noticed that Shay was wearing one of her favourite dresses. She had admitted to seeing a very attractive boy purchase bread from the bakery so it would not be a surprise if she was aiming to dress better in order to grab his attention. I already told her that her curly, short hair and deep hazel eyes are pretty enough but she never listened to me when it came to beauty (who could blame her?).

Once I had the scaly, black dragon wrapped in my arms, I asked him, "When was the last time Takashi's fed you, Blacksmith?"

Yes, 'Blacksmith' is the name of Takashi's dragon and it is the best title we could have possibly given him (I should know since I'd come up with it when it found my brother in the first place).