The Dragon

Book summary

When explorer Ethar meets the dragon Rolly, he discovers that dragons are not what legends claim. Tasked with making dragons legendary, Ethar seeks a forbidden magician's spell. Together, Ethar and Rolly embark on a perilous mission, forging an unbreakable bond in a land where magic is outlawed.

THE DRAGON is a fantasy adventure novel that delves into the themes of friendship, strength, and loyalty in a world of magic and danger.

Excerpt from The Dragon

Six months ago, while standing on a corner of a street within our village, I’d been discussing the existence of dragons with a colleague of mine. He’d seemed a tad skeptical when it came to such creatures and the lore behind them.

“I’ve heard stories about dragons all my life and have always considered them to be mythical creatures. I’ve never known anyone who’s seen one,” he’d said.

We’d spoken at length about the possibility of their being real. Not once, did anything he’d said dampen my curiosity.

Deep inside, I couldn’t help but wonder if such creatures truly existed. They must have, since a good many often spoke about them. Where did a person find one was the real question.

One evening, I skulked across rocky terrain in search of the Lost City of Zencha. The realm’s two suns lurked high above, emitting a beautiful yellowish-orange glow. A slight, refreshing breeze blew across my face with every step I took. The suns’ rays comforted me.

Unexpected squeals, reminiscent of those belonging to the Triple-Headed Slooch, echoed in the distance. The nine-winged birds were noisy and disruptive creatures, always breaking the monotony of what one would consider a peaceful morning. They were quiet this morning, however.

To my surprise, a dragon stepped out from behind a rock.

My heart raced. The mere sight of it blew my mind. I confess I hadn’t been looking for it, though deep inside and on a good many occasions, I’d hoped for such a thing to take place.

Small in stature, no wings were prevalent upon its body. Its breath was atrocious.

Other explorers must have made up the stories I’d heard about such creatures. It looked quite different from what ancient legends dictated. They’d also failed to document the fact that dragons could talk, for the one standing before me spoke in a Scottish accent. Although many species of animals could speak English, they probably thought it wasn’t worth mentioning.

“Top o’ the morn to ya.”

Gathering a hold of my emotions, I licked my lips and drew a deep breath to steady myself. “Are you a dragon?”

Its eyes opened wide. “I think so. That’s what I’m told.”

“Wow.”

“Good to meet you, Wow. My name is … Well, I guess it’s Dragon.”

“No, sir. My name isn’t Wow. It’s Ethar. Ethar Theslo. Where are your wings? Can you breathe fire for me?”

The dragon stared at me with exasperation. “Wings? Fire? What do you mean?”

“Legends say that dragons have wings. They also breathe fire.”

A look of disappointment spread across its face.

“I’m afraid I can’t breathe fire, for only air fills my lungs. As for wings, I have none.” Its rancid breath fanned across my face.

I inwardly recoiled from the onslaught, though I kept my face impassive. “I see. That’s a shame. I’m an explorer searching for the Lost City of Zencha.”

“Let me save you some trouble. The lost city doesn’t exist. Lies, all lies. They were started many years ago by a fellow named Haconious. He made it up. Nobody knows why. Some say he was bored one day and wanted to see if he could get a folklore legend started. Looks as though he did.”

“In that case, can I ask you some questions?”

“Sure. Tell me what a question is, and I’ll do my best to help you.”

“Where are you from?”

“I’m from the City of Quencha, and I’m fifty-years-old. Though I’m small for a dragon, others are much smaller. None of us breathe fire. Dragons aren’t such a big mystery. We’re not that interesting at all. Stories passed down through the ages make us seem like we are. In truth, we’re no more interesting than the common bird.”

Despite the fact that he was a dragon, he was quite a nice fellow. I had to agree with his assessment. He appeared to be boring. Nothing about him interested me.

“C’mon, Dragon. There must be something else you can give me. What about any other lost cities? Do you have any interesting relatives?”

“Sorry, Ethar, but I have nothing. I suppose I could take you to my cave. You can meet my family. Maybe they’ll have something you can put in your journals. Although, I doubt it.”

“Sure. Take me, if you will.”

***

Dragon led me across the terrain, traipsing through dirt and rocks in the direction of his cave two miles away. Upon our arrival, he introduced me to his parents, brother, and sister.

His father towered above me. “The only thing interesting about us dragons are the legend and folk stories that aren’t true. We eat, drink, sleep, crap, and tell jokes. That’s it. We don’t even have names.”

I frowned and shook my head. “That’s boring.”

Disappointment coursed through my veins. The knowledge they’d bestowed upon me would change history books forever. I couldn’t report the news to my superiors who’d sent me on this exploration.

How could I tell them about the fact that there wasn’t a lost city to be found?

They wouldn’t take kindly to being told that dragons were boring.

What would become of future generations if I told the truth? What would become of my reputation?

I needed to fabricate a story. One Dragon and his family would be able to back up. Once I convinced them to do so, of course.

***

That evening, I lay by the fire, listening to the family laugh and tell old stories. The monotony was boring and made me sleepy.

It wasn’t long before they fell asleep. Their loud, annoying snores filled the cave.

The sound echoing in my ears reminded me of a stampede of buffalo.

I decided to continue the legend about dragons breathing fire. I couldn’t say they flew because they didn’t have wings. They couldn’t smash boulders when it came to what most believed to be their huge size because they weren’t big to begin with. People would eventually come to realize this fact upon their coming face-to-face with them.

Perhaps I could build wings out of skin. Have them jump from a cliff in a windstorm, document it, and invite my superiors to witness it with their own beady eyes. That wouldn’t suffice. There weren’t any strong winds in this part of the land.

I could easily make up a story, but people would want to see proof. They’d demand it.

I couldn’t show them dragons flying or breathing red, wicked fire. Nor could I show them what I’d found. They’d be disappointed in these creatures as much as I was.

Somehow, they needed to live up to the legends people had spoken of about them. Most especially when it came to breathing fire.

The first thing I needed to do was give this family of dragons names. Once I got that out of the way, we’d figure out how to make them fly. There was no other way around it.

Throughout history, these creatures were known to breathe fire and fly. This was a must. I wondered who’d come up with the myth. Because of that person, I now needed to prove the legend was real.

Gee, why me? The future of mankind now lies upon my shoulders.

I renamed Dragon, Rolly. His father would be known as Dennis. His mother I would name Fletcher, his sister would become Thessa, and his brother would take on the name of Harold. Perhaps it was unnecessary to bestow upon them a specific label. Nevertheless, it would make me feel better if I could refer to them by name.

“In society—human society, anyway—people are identified by names. It would be helpful to me, and to each of you, if we used the ones I’ve chosen for each of you instead of referring to you as dragons. It’s been a tradition since the beginning of human existence. As you know, my name is Ethar.”

The dragons sat in a circle comprised of dust and rocks. They looked at one another with confusion before glancing at me, and then at each other once more.

Darkness surround the entire cave. Cold permeated through every inch of it, seeping into my bones.

Birds screeched loudly outside.

The excessive sounds made it difficult for me to hear what they were saying.

The dragons whispered amongst themselves. All the while, they kept their gazes focused upon me. They shuffled about, changing positions. Minutes passed before the whispers ceased.

Dennis moved to his original position on the north side of the circle.

The constant clouds of dust wafting through the air enveloped me. Sand soon coated the back of my throat. I coughed, struggling to breathe.

Dennis cleared his throat and looked down at me. “We’ve made a decision about what you’ve said. We accept the names you’ve chosen for us.”

***

My mind raced. I thought about the implications of who and what they were. I lamented the absence of wings upon them. Sewing some type of leather or skin onto their arms wasn’t prudent. It would be much too heavy for them when it came to flapping the appendages back and forth. The weight would pull them back down to the rocky earth.

I took the bogus claims made throughout centuries about the existence of magicians into consideration. If any of it was true, I needed to find one and convince them to give the dragons wings, as well as the ability to breathe fire.

How would I go about finding a magic man?

It was against the law to practice magic in this land. Nevertheless, this was an extreme case.

For me, anyway.

***

“So, Rolly, what do you think about me teaching you and your family to fly?”

His eyes opened wide. “We don’t have any wings. How would we do so?”

“I was thinking of finding a magic man, if they do indeed exist. He’ll give you wings, and hopefully, you’ll be able to fly.”

Rolly stared at the ground. He sighed. A look of frustration spread across his face.

“Why are you so set on wanting us to fly and breathe fire?”

I scratched the top of my head before pressing my hands against my hips, gathering my thoughts. “Because that is your legend. It must live on forever.”

Dennis chuckled. He gouged two grooves in the dirt with his hind legs.

“Why would we care about a silly legend?”

I approached him and sat down on a rock. “Well, you wouldn’t, but to those who’ve read about dragons and study them, it could be the biggest mystery to the world since God.”