Dragomire

There weren't always dragons in the Valley. In fact, before humans had befriended the once mythical beautiful creatures, they were feared beasts to be slain. The legends behind the dragons were mighty and fearsome to most people. But it didn't take long for the beautiful creatures to become friendly towards the human residents of the Valley. Humans used to hunt dragons back in the days. As they were fearsome deadly creatures to most human beings.

Until one day, a lone dragonslayer named Dragomire came across a white dragon. Very carefully, he laid his sword down and made his way over to the fearsome creature. You see, white dragons were very rare, and this one had a peculiar gleam in its eye. With no intentions of harming the graceful creature, he leaped forward, towards the dragon's perch. Kneeling next to the creature, he let out his hand. The white dragon nudged it very carefully. Growing braver, he tried to hop on the graceful creature. Deciding this was too close for comfort, the dragon flapped its wings in a flutter. The human man gently knelt away from the dragon while its wings were in the air.

When he had decided he was comfortable with the man again, the dragon nudged its head against the man's hand again, this time his whole body nearly fell into the rocks below him. This time it was an invitation. The man grabbed ahold of the dragon and leaped onto its back. Its wings a flapping, the dragon took flight into the blue skies before it with the man upon its back. Thus began a beautiful friendship between humans and dragons. As the man upon the dragon flew upon the Valley, he stopped to wonder upon how wonderful the beast truly was. Its beautiful white scales almost glowed as the great beast took flight.

As they sailed around the village, the man took thought as to how beautiful the dragon's perspective must be. This giant beautiful creature should have been slain by the young man, not treated like a horse. The way he sailed through the air like some kind of majestic fire-breathing bird, was powerful for the young man. When they finally landed, the white dragon bit at his scales until one landed in front of the man. This gesture was a sign of friendship.

Keeping his dragon scale close to him and tucking it away in his pack, he returned to the village with the tale of how he soared around the skies on a great white dragon. He was met with disbelief of course. The villagers wanted to hunt the beast, not befriend it. White dragons were rare creatures to exist. He knew he made a mistake by bringing such news back to the village. With his dragon scale in hand, he tried to persuade the villagers to listen to reason and no longer harm the beasts as they could become tame, but nobody heard him. Fearing the life of the dragon, he made his way to the peak where he had landed with a few of the men from the village as if to reason with his own side. They arrived at the peak and there lay nothing. As if the dragons knew they were coming, they were gone. The white dragon included. The dragonslayer reasoned with the crowd, in hopes they would believe his story again. He ordered them to stop harming the graceful creatures. This time he was met with applause. Some of the crowd believed him and that was good enough for the former dragonslayer. Let the dragons live in peace along side us. The white scale glimmered in the light from the fire burning pitch forks.

Chloe Rose Violet