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Votigern had doubted the truism of their stories but he knew the tales did not spin out of nothing. Tales of dragons had been in existence for many long years, most people believed in its existence, while other sceptical ones didn’t. There were books, however, Votigern knew the books didn’t lie, they said their town was Islandia. The sources of these books were rogue dragons that had escaped from Islandia.

The owner looked at me with confusion and remarks, "Great, another one who's gone crazy. Must be the 'Stuart's' genes." "What do you mean by that?" I glared at him "Oh right. This one's defective. The Stuarts are known for their folklore about dragons and all that. Your father even took it up to a notch waging a war with his imaginary dragons just because he won't let his daughter be the bride." "Watch what you say about my dad." "Geez, even the temper is there." He mocks I ignored him as I carried the books all the way back home. I read as much as I could about dragons. It's been said in these books that dragons are known for their bat-like enormous wings and serpentile creatures. They are

Are you seeing this?!" the Lord exclaimed, "My cousin is back and she has a dragon with her!! How is this possible?! I thought dragons were extinct!" "So did I," Jarrod responded, "No dragon has been seen for centuries. And this one is helping the Princess. Then the legend must be true." "What legend? What are you talking about?" Ethan asked angrily. Jarrod began to explain the legend of the dragons... "Many years ago, dragons were common in our land. And all of them came to life the same way. They all were sons of the Queen Dragon. A human female that was the only one capable of giving birth to them." An image formed in Jarrod's mind; the Queen was kneeling on the ground, with a pregnant be

she held up the lollipop in front of Karl's face, which frowned in confusion before finally, the man laughed at what she said. "Me?" "I'm serious! Why are you laughing?" she said again when she saw the laughing Karl. “I wonder what a dragon actually looks like. I mean, the dragons that I knew all the times are only from the legends or folktales. It's not like you. For instance, in China, the dragon doesn't have wings and their shape is like a snake with natural elements. Or in India, the dragon in their legend looks more like a snake in size and has a cute face—"

A knock on the door made me move the quilt lower to ask who it was. "High Lord Tymon has asked that I bear food and fruits to you, my Lady." A tiny voice came from the other side of the door. A brownie, perhaps. I turned my back to the door. "I'm not hungry. Later." I said. I vaguely registered a sigh and shuffling of feet as the brownie left. "What the history will not tell you is that Dragons were not created by Luna. We existed. Even before Luna." I blinked at that, but said nothing, lest I interrupt her. "Before Luna, the mother, there were other gods that ruled the world. There were beings that walked the earth that were feared. Some still do. Like

“With the help of me and my four brothers. That first video is real, and it is my brother Mitchell. Each of my brothers' dragons is a different color. Mine happens to be red.” I just sat staring at him. “What about those dreams all those months ago?” “My great grandfather had a gift and I think I inherited it. Yet somehow this gift brought you into it. Somehow you experienced what I was.” “And this bonding dream? Are you saying we are bonded for life?” “Yeah. My dragon recognized you even through the dreams as my mate.” I look over at the TV and saw Draco the dragon. “You look like that only red?” He smiled as he looked at the screen, “I would like to think my dragon is nicer looking.”

“What? When, brother?” Ghaeron forced himself to share the tale of his great shame, one that he had shared with no one since the early days of life on Edon. “Shortly after Mother and Father had brought forth the first life here on Edon, I became fascinated with the complex weaving of mystical forces that had been utilized to do so. Such variety of living creatures had come into being! Humans, Elves, Dwarves, Minotaurs, and a host of lesser known beings, all benign and given great potential for growth. Growth is one of the constants of the universe, as you know. It is ingrained into the essence of Dragons.”

For these dragons that had never left the island, Roderick was a legend, and that was simply because of who Roderick was. The Son of the Dragon King The Wandering Dragon The Vagabond Prince He was a legend within the young generation, and his strength was reflective of a child of the strongest dragon upon the island. Roderick was in a rush to speak to the elders, but he could not deny the young dragons the right to have their thirst quenched, and so he stopped to answer their questions. He beguiled them with tales of his travels and wowed them with stories of the foes he had faced. Harpies, Orc Lords, Frost Wolves, and Phoenixes. He mentioned them all and described his encounter in detail. W

The dragons, proud and fierce in flight, Guard ancient truths and sacred rights. Their eggs are gems of breath and flame, Yet stolen now in power’s name. Ryuki How in the world did Skylar think she was going to leave her dragon? It’s impossible. Cyryl may not be able to fly yet, but there’s no way she’s going to allow Skylar to leave her. She may only be a hatchling, but that doesn’t mean she can’t and won’t call the thunder to war.

These creatures are larger than life in more ways than one. “You ok?” He asks me as we both watch all the dragons circle Ember as she stands beside Jaka. I’m not worried, as from what I have found out about dragons, is that they are inquisitive creatures and deeply protective of their families. I watch them as they move closer to her and sniff her, memorising her scent and she does the same. I smile softly at this. She will be ok here if she comes back. “Yeah, I guess.” I say as he turns to look at me and bumps my shoulder. He knows it upsets me that I don’t have this with my own family.