Dragon Sorcerer

Chapter 1- Takaro and Otis

A young man with spikey blue hair, red eyes, and pale skin was leaning against a wall. His attire consisted of a red trenchcoat, black pants, a red ring on his left index finger, and a earring on his left ear.

He had a lot of bags on the floor, mainly had a lot of his important properties. He sighed and looked at the floor.

This young man had no job, no home to sleep, nor any money.

"It's not fun seeing my spikey friend looking all depressed." A voice called out.

The young man shifted his attention to another young man wearing a red jacket and black fingerless gloves. His hair was curly brown, his skin was tan, and his eyes was a dashing beautiful mint. His name was Otis Misimaray.

"So you heard about the Butterfinger Incident?" Asked the poor young man.

"That's right, Takaro Yumasaki. I guess the bottle of alcohol slipped your hands due to the hot chicks stripping am I right?" Asked Otis.

Takaro blushed lightly. "I-IT WASN'T THAT! I SWEAR IT WASN'T!" His face was red as a tomato.

Otis walked towards Takaro and patted his head. "There there my little perverted child."

Takaro slapped away his hand and growled. "What place was it that you wanted to bring me?" Asked Takaro.

Otis chuckled and hopped in the direction they were going to travel. "Let's go!" He said.

Takaro followed him, carrying his bags. They stopped at an abandoned ruin.

Otis smirked and stopped hopping. "I already told you about Dragons, very fascinating myths. However, when a dragon is hostile, a sorcerer comes in to neglect their destruction. Dragons are real. Sorcerers are real." He informed Takaro.

Takaro nodded and smiled. "So, we get powers right? Elemental if I stand correct with my phrase." He asked.

Otis smiled and nodded. He grabbed two glowing stones from the ground. "Pick one. Left for red, right for blue." He told Takaro.

"Left, I'm usually a lefty." Takaro responded. Otis tossed the stone to Takaro. The stone glowed a flashing red and Takaro's eyes glowed. A red beam enters Takaro's ring.

Otis tilted his head. "A strange phenomenon." He said.

Takaro tapped his red ring. "Dragon dragon, where are you?" He asked.

Otis laughed and smiled. "Dumbass, you have to acquire a dragon first. I know a good place." He said.

The two headed off to another location.

In another location, a purple baby dragon was slowly descending, its wings had holes in it, and the tail was crisped. It hit the ground hard, squealing in pain. A man with white hair and red eyes approached it.

"That's sad. Injured like that is a fascinating sight. Squealing in pain is music to my ears." He said. His eyes glowed and he smiled. "Kemuri." He muttered deeply as the air turned into smoke. The baby dragon inhaled it and soon entered death's door.