They say that I am the first Dragon Rider, but I do not consider this entirely true. My father studied dragons with a fascination most people will never experience. The wild dragons in the valley near our home eventually grew used to my father’s presence and they began approaching him, cautiously at first. Before long, my father was feeding them out of his hand, and they started to follow him back home. About a dozen dragons made their new home in one of my father’s stables, which were empty because …show more content…
There was a guild of dragon slayers, and when they learned about the dragons near our home, they came to kill them. They found out about my father’s work, and were afraid that if people began to feel empathy for the dragons, they would no longer be able to make money killing them. They came and killed my father, burned our home, and killed nearly all of our dragons. Fortunately, I was able to conceal myself from them, save one of the dragons from being slaughtered, and rescue a few of my father’s books from the burning house. I hid just inside the forest with the young terrified dragon and the few belongings I could carry, watching as those wicked men skinned, gutted, scaled, and preserved the dragons they had killed. I heard them laugh and brag about how much money they would make from selling the dragon parts. When it got dark, I curled up beside the dragon I had saved and cried myself to