The Dragon’s Quest for Hopper starts off as any other low brow elf seeking a real place in life. He didn’t think the real place would be babysitter to a dragon. Part of him wishes the dragon mother decided on eating him instead of shoving him into this new role. What was he thinking getting involved with Linda or Hartliebe or thinking he deserved more in life than running a beer company. Beer is his life. Or it was. His life now seems a lot different. And scary.
Genres: Adventure, fantasy
Marybeth and Dominik
The door opens to a petite elf who does not look to be the generation before Terrance’s. She looks to be the same age as my grandmother. So aunt must be the wrong title. Whatever. That is the title I was given. “Aunt Marybeth?”
Her eyes glow at the name while looking at the two people on her doorstep. I push Terrance closer. “Who are you to call me such a name?”
“This is Terrance.” I let him go, but he stares at the ground not inches from me. He looks unwilling to approach his aunt. “His sister Tiffany has me bringing him to school.”
“How is that girl? Raising two rascals at her age. It is just unfair. My foolish nephew and his foolish wife.” She spits on the ground. I inhale sharply at her action. “Is he dorming there?” She looks over the child in question. “I have no space here for such a disorderly creature.”
I want to complain about the insult. They barely know each other. And she made fun of his parents. Great aunt or not, she has no filter. “Yes. He will dorm at the school.”
“Tsk, fine. I’ll walk you. I assume I will be the one they call if trouble hits.” She walks out of the house with swiftness. A locked door leaves us walking back down the road to the school. “All children in the county are expected to go to school here, but some cannot pay.”
My education was free. They expected donations from my father, but he was not required to pay. To think there would be areas without free education. “I see.”
“Doubtful.” She watches the school come into question. “You do not seem the educated type.”
No words come to my mouth. All I want to say it bug off old lady, but that would be rude. Even insulted, you do not tell someone to disappear. Especially since I could magic it into truth. My hand reaches my wand without thinking clearly. Once realizing that, I let go. She is not worth it. “Terrance, are you ready?”
“No.” He shakes his head, but takes the backpack from me. “I want to go home.”
“You know why this is the only real option.” I stare at the door as we reach them. Two guards keep an eye on the entrance, but do not stop us from entering. Why are they there if not to stop us from entering? Inside the school is overwhelming beautiful. I gasp at the art donning the walls. The floor made of polished marble. The statue of the people who came before. This is nothing like my school. It was not dirt floors and no windows, but it was not this high class beauty.
“The office is this way.” Aunt Marybeth walks us on. We have no choice but to follow.
The office is as nice as the rest of what I have seen. Not seconds after we enter do we gain attention. Soon we begin filling out the paperwork and handling the cost. I pat my pocket for the money finding it without too much issue. Turning over the initial payment makes the staff happy and Marybeth confused.
“You are not the person I thought you were.” She looks me up and down after Terrance is taken away.
“No, I am not.” The final work is handed in and I hope I can leave Terrance and Marybeth in my past. She seems determined to walk me out of the building.
“Who are you then?” She studies me.
Cyro walks up with a drink in hand. He hands it over wiping his lips. “Are you ready to go, yet, Dominik?”
“Of course, Dragon Cyro.” I nod gulping down the liquid as Marybeth whitens. “So long, Aunt Marybeth. I hope you get along well with your nephew.” A final farewell without words lets me fly off after the dragon. I am getting use to this. Dragon Cyro eyes me as we begin our journey again. I shrug flying free of that issue. I had a good rest and good meal. I should handle another week of trouble. Then the trip to Terrick Isle. How we are going to get there? I don’t know. What will he do once there? Again, I don’t know. And I should figure out a way to gain a little extra help before reaching the isle. So many things that are unknown.
“Another three days before we reach Kristen.” Cyro sighs. “Unless we pick up speed.”
“I think three days is fine.”
“I miss the Mad Hatters. Those pirates are fun.”
“How many of them did not try to kill you?” I question him.
“As I said, fun.” He chuckles spinning in the air a little. “I think one or two are along the way. We can stop and visit them.”
“Why not?” I glance around. Desert landscape will leave few living things. “We will stop at the next elf settlement.”
“Follow me.” Cyro turns slightly. As if I would do something other than that. “Aimee is this way.”
“Aimee who?” My mind tries to come up with an answer but nothing shows.
“Mad Hatter Aimee. She lives in the desert because it reminds her of the ocean.”
My mouth works, but nothing comes out. After a while, I just shrug. “To Aimee then.” We fly over the endless sand in the direction of the next Mad Hatter.