A New Beginning

There weren’t always dragons in the valley. The valley is usually a peaceful place. A course, looking at it now, no one would ever believe such a statement. We all have a pretty good idea of whom to blame for all the violence and suffering.

The seasons come and go, and with each one comes the race for Cafowa. Cafowa is a tall, fruit producing plant. It is indigenes to the valley. It’s a common food source for the dragons and a highly value commodity for those that see themselves as wizards. Wizards take the Cafowa fruit and through diligent and tedious processing, create a thick sweet nectar. Once ingested, the Cafowa gifts its user with unique abilities. Telekinesis, teleportation and hydro kinesis to name a few. The abilities only last for a short period, then more nectar is needed. The problem is, these days Cafowa is in short supply. With the rapacious demand from both dragons and homo sapiens. Cafowa is nearly all but extinct. Now the more aggressively prone dragons migrate further north into the valley, in search of Cafowa cultivated by the very few whom have the expertise to complete the task.

Most dragons are friendly, but others are very angry and violent. The angry and violent dragons were nicknamed “Wipers”, because everywhere those dragons have attack, they have wiped out nearly all life and hope of a peaceful future. The few survivors from a dragon attack usually band together creating an army to resist and prey on the dragons. After a successful kill, the resistant often hang out at the taverns. Re-living memories of the hunt all night long until, someone gets their feelings hurt and then its time for the dragon tournaments.

On the far east side of the valley is where you can find the Jakiro tribe. The Jakiro have all pledged to always uphold and honor mother natures balancing act. Those are my people. I live with grandma Clump and Uncle Thomas at the old Booker farm. Just south of the mountains, we enjoy a rather ordinary and normal life. Nothing ever exciting happens here. Well, nothing until the invasions of the dragons. Most days are routine, Uncle Thomas works the farm. From sunup until sundown, Uncle Thomas is in the fields gardening, cutting hay or tending to the animals. While uncle Thomas keeps the farm moving along, grandma Clump handles chores within the home. If you ask me, I think she is going crazy. Everyday grandma Clump sweeps and mops all floors every hour on the hour. She rearranges all the cabinets repeatedly. Grandma Clump has even created a military grade defense system for intruding insects and bugs. I once witness grandma Clump burned down an entire shed chasing a bumble bee. Then there’s me.

My name is luster and one day I’m going to be a great inventor. At any given time, I have thousands of ideas flowing through my brain. I want to invent things that will help the vulnerable. Like the elderly and the kids. As I see it, they get kicked in the butt the most. The kids have lost touch with reality and the elderly are stuck in the past trapped in a stranger’s body. I want to help the blind see. Make the immobile, mobile again. I will be the one to put an end to the war with dragons. I will be the one that changes the world. Only problem is, I can’t seem to get any of my inventions to work. Lately, it’s felt as if everything that these hands touch are doomed to fail. I miss my mother and papa so much. My mother used to read and sing to me at night. My father believed in me more than I often believed in myself. If only I were there when that dragon attacked. Since then, no one has seen them. Today is special. Today I find my parents. I’m leaving home.