Ruseth drew a breath, and let it out. The tree in front of her started to burn. She drew another breath, and let it out again. The tree in front of her started to burn fiercer. Satisfied, she turned around, and faced… her angry mother. ‘Ruseth!’ She yelled. How many times do I have to tell you to stop burning things in the house? If you want to practice your aim, you have your rock over there!’

She cringed. But just spitting fire at a rock that won’t burn whatever you do wasn’t fun. She wanted to see something burn. Something that would give her heat and energy. She could burn the paper waste, but for some reason, she was attracted to burning the trees on her lawn. She knew it was a bad thing to do, especially since trees took forever to grow. ‘Sorry.’ She said. ‘I’ll try not to make it happen again.’

‘You said that last time!’ Her mom yelled. ‘Just stop! You’re old enough to know that it’s a bad thing!’

‘Sorry…’ She said, quietly, looking at the ground. Now she was regretting her acts. Maybe she should’ve just practiced her aim on that rock instead, however it was boring to do. Fuming, her mother stormed back into the house. Ruseth just stood there, looking at the ground and regretting her acts. Then her father came out. ‘Have you burnt another tree again?’ He asked, flatly. Ruseth cringed inside even more. She’d disappointed her father as well. Great. ‘Good job, Ruseth.’ She told herself. ‘You know that’s a bad thing, Ruseth.’ Her dad said, in a bit less flat tone. ‘Don’t do it again, ok?’

‘Yes…’ Ruseth said quietly, still looking at the ground.

‘Ok. Now go apologize to your mother. That tree you’ve burnt was one of your mom’s favorites.’ Dad said softly, but in a way that meant that he won’t accept no. ‘Yes, father…’ Ruseth said, and hanging her head, went inside the house and looked for her mother. She was sitting on the sofa, still fuming. Carefully, Ruseth approached her mother, and sat down in front of her. ‘I’m sorry, mother.’ She said, looking at the ground. Her mother huffed, and looked at her. ‘Don’t do that ok? I’ll pass yet again, as you’re still on the stage of growing up, but if you do that again, it won’t be easy like today, got it?’

‘Yes, mother…’ She said, and turned around, went into the lawn again. Her fire bladder was still wanting to spew out more fire, and this time, she wasn’t going to just spew out fire at the trees. She didn’t want to disappoint her parents a second time today. When she got out, she saw her father burning off the remainder of the tree to plant a new one in the place.

‘Apologized to your mother?’ Asked her father, turning around and looking at her.

‘Yes.’ Ruseth said, still looking at the ground.

‘Good. Cheer up, daughter. Your mother won’t be mad for long. We can’t be for long at you. We understand. You’re growing up and you want to spew fire every few minutes. Although we can’t understand why you are so attached to burning trees. Come over here and help me burn the rest of the tree? I’m sure your fire bladder is wanting to spew out fire, and this time you have my permission.’

At that, Ruseth instantly cheered up and bounded towards her father. Together, they burnt up the rest of the tree, and planted a new one in the place. Then her father turned towards her. ‘Come. I’ll show you something fun.’

Kind of confused and excited for what waited, Ruseth followed her father into the sky. Her father headed for the local shooting range. ‘Pass for two, please.’ he said into the ticket booth. He got the pass, and went into the shooting range. Ruseth followed him into the range, and saw dragons shooting a variety of guns. She jumped at the sound of exploding gunpowder and shrank away from them. Jay laughed at the sight of her daughter trying to get away from the sounds of exploding gunpowder and waved her over to a corner. ‘Here. Step on this.’ He said when Ruseth hurried over, pulling over a chair for her. Ruseth stepped on the chair unsurely, and her father stood beside her. ‘Now, fire at that board.’ Jay said to his daughter. Confused, Ruseth looked at her father. ‘What? Fire.’ he said, again to his daughter. After a moment, he got that his daughter was confused, so he decided to take action and show her an example. He shot a fireball at the shooting board. The fire marked where it was hit on the board. Then Jay looked at his daughter. ‘See?’ He said. ‘Just like that.’ Understanding what to do, Ruseth shot a fireball at the shooting board. She got it near dead center. Jay, shocked, looked at her, then at the shooting board, then at her again. Confused, Ruseth looked at her father. ‘Had I done something wrong?’ She asked. Jay just shook his head. Then he spoke. ‘No…Not at all… It’s just that your aim’s much better than what I expected it to be. Come on. Keep going. Shoot another one. Maybe you’ll get it in the center next time?’

So Ruseth kept shooting fireballs at the shooting board. Multiple times, she hit the center of the shooting board. Jay looked at her with wide eyes. Never have he seen any dragon hit the center of the board as many times as he did now! The sound of gunshots stopped as well. Everyone in the range was looking at Ruseth shooting at the board with surprised expressions. Not hearing any gunshot sounds, the manager came in and saw Ruseth shooting fireballs as well. When Ruseth finally stopped, there was a smoking hole in the middle of the metal board. Then Ruseth turned to her father and saw that everyone was looking at her. ‘Why? Have I done something wrong? Was I not supposed to shoot at the middle?’ she said, confused.

‘No, no. You didn’t do anything wrong, dear. It’s just that your shooting… that’s quite something. Are you always that accurate?’ Jay asked his daughter.

‘I don’t know… I always shot at the rocks and they seemed to get hit well, but I don’t know.’

‘Want to try again?’

‘Yes!’ Ruseth replied excitedly.

‘Can we have another board, please?’ Jay asked the manager. The manager nodded, and went to the counter to get another board. Other dragons returned to their booths but not until they each congratulated Ruseth on how good her aim was. Then just before the manager changed the metal shooting board, one of the other dragons called her. ‘Hey. Wanna shoot a gun? See how much you’re good at it?’

Jay thinking that his daughter might be nervous, was about to ask his daughter about it when Ruseth just bounded towards the said dragon. Smiling, Jay followed his daughter, thanked the dragon, and asked him to teach Ruseth how to use a gun. After a few experimental shots and a few surprised squeals from the recoil of the gun, Ruseth got the hang of shooting and shot in a semi-rapid pace. Almost all of the bullets hit the center of the board, which shocked other dragons again. Jay thanked the dragon who let Ruseth shoot his gun, and led Ruseth back to their booth. ‘See?’ He said. You can shoot your fire here all you want, and no one’s going to say anything to you. This place here’s for shooting. Whether you shoot your fire, a gun, or something else, it’s your choice. Next time you want to burn something, let’s come here, ok?’

Ruseth thought. She had fun today. Actually, it felt even better than setting fire on trees. She was more than happy to come here again. ‘Yes!’ she said, enthusiastically.


‘I’m here!’ Ruseth yelled into her parents’ house. The world class shooting tornermant was finished, and she took first place easily. Now she could easily shoot dead in the center, and she was an unmatchable opponent to anyone else. She was the nation’s player in any kind of shooting tornermant. And she was proud of it. So were her parents. Her mom ran out and hugged Ruseth, and moments later, Jay joined in the hug as well. When the hug was finished, Ruseth nuzzled both of her parents. They nuzzled her back.

‘So, how did it go? Although we already watched it on TV.’

‘As you’ve seen, quite well. How did I do?’

‘Very well. We’re proud of you.’

Ruseth smiled, and went to the door when it ringed. She had something to show her parents.

‘Mom, Dad, I want you to meet my daughter, Yuri. I adopted her a week ago, just before I went on the tour. Yuri, say hi to your grandparents.’

Her parents both smiled and greeted Yuri. Yuri was shy at first, but was soon playing with both dragons. Ruseth, smiling, watched the scene, and took a picture. It was going to be her phone’s background. The dragons she loved the most in the world.

Memories: Ch18 -End

A few months later, summer break started and ended, and it was time for the second semester. Aster and I each got our own schedules. I looked at mine. I had korean for first class. I groaned. Seems like I was going to sleep it away again.

‘Yours?’ I asked Aster. ‘What’ya got for first class? I got Korean.’

‘Me as well. Hey, give me yours. Maybe we’ve got the same schedule?’

I gave her my schedule. After comparing the two, Aster announced that we’ve got the same schedule. I brightened up a bit, and with Aster, headed towards the Korean class.


It was now History class. Aster and I sat next to each other, as usual, and I wrote. A little while after, class was done, and I headed for lunch with aster. We didn’t have that old competition for lunch anymore, so we flew there side by side together, slowly. But not too slowly as to not being able to eat. I grabbed some cereal with milk, as I didn’t feel like eating anything much, while Aster got some fruits for the both of us. We settled down under the usual tree, and started to eat. Aster also started on her fruits as well while I ate the bowl of cereal. Soon, I finished the cereal, and grabbed an apple from the bowl Aster held out for me. I bit into it. It was as always, delicious.


School was finished for the day. Like a habit, Aster and I headed towards the abandoned factory. We sparred there almost everyday for fun. We checked if anyone was looking or following, and entered the factory. Once we were inside the building, we stood away from each other, and summoned our powers. I summoned water while Aster called for fire. Then suddenly, Aster threw a fireball at me. I let the waterwall take the hit, and responded by throwing water towards her. And so, the sparring started.


After a few hours or so, we stopped sparring and panted for breath.

‘Man! I never sparred like this before!’ Aster exclaimed, still panting.

‘But it’s fun, right? We got to use our powers all we want, and in a good way as well.’ I replied.


We sat in silence till I caught up to my breath, then walked out of the factory and to our home. Yes, our home. We lived together now. My parents were kind enough to get us a trailer in our lawn under the term of no silly business. Once we were home, I told my parents I was back, and headed for the trailer. Aster was already there, and was unpacking her bag. I threw my bag on my bed, (there are two beds. We didn’t sleep together) and went out of the trailer again, and into the house once more. I headed for the kitchen, got two cups of milk, and passed one to Aster, who followed me inside the house. After I finished my cup of milk, I went to my room, and took out a few clothes. My room was now used as the storage room for both of us. I came out quickly as Aster also needed to gather up her stuff. We each had a shower, then dinner. Then we headed out back to our trailer.

‘So, any ideas?’ I asked, when I was inside the trailer.

‘Nope, you?’ Aster replied, looking at me.

‘Me neither.’ I said, and crashed onto the sofa in our trailer. Aster followed the suit.

I turned, and looked at Aster. She turned, and looked at me as well. We looked at each other in the eyes. Something sparkled between us, and embarrassed of staring at Aster, I turned away, flustered. Aster snickered, and covered me with her wing.

‘You’re cute.’ She said. ‘Especially when you do that.’ Flustered I still looked away from her. Still snickering, Aster nuzzled me. Unable to hold back, I nuzzled her as well. ‘I love you.’ Aster said, still nuzzled. ‘Me too.’ I said, nuzzling her. Then I stopped. Aster stopped as well, and looked at me questioningly. ‘I think that’s enough nuzzling for today. We can take further steps when we’re adults.’ I said, carefully. I didn’t want to break the loving atmosphere. Aster cocked her head, and said slily ‘Take further steps to where? And by the way, we’ll be adults in a few days anyway. So why not now?’

‘I…You…Argh!’ I said, not able to decide whether to laugh or shout. Aster howled with laughter, and nuzzled me again.

‘Don’t be angry, my love. It was just a joke. Just laugh along with me.

I laughed awkwardly, and unsurely, which turned into a real laughter soon enough. Aster looked at me and smiled. I intertwined y tail with hers, and we cuddled and nuzzled.

The night went like that.


‘East? E-ast. Wake up.’

‘Why? It’s sunday.’ I said, and curled back under the covers.

‘You promised your hatchlings that you would play with them, you know.’ Aster said, pulling my covers again. I just groaned, and pulled the covers back up.

‘Fine. You leave me no choice, then.’ Aster said, hardly, but for some reason, I thought I could hear a smidge mischief in her voice. I ignored the thought, and tried to go back to sleep. And in seconds, I was asleep, again. But not for long.

I was covered with four masses of scales in a few minutes. One pulled on the covers while the other three each pulled on my tail, belly, and neck. I woke up, surprised. When the hatchlings found out that I was awake, the instantly jumped on me and demanded that I play with them. Chuckling and yawning, I agreed, and went in search for Aster. I found her at the living room, watching TV, and trying to look innocent. I walked over to her, and sat next to her.

‘You set them up, didn’t you?’ I said, in a false accusing voice. Aster looked at me, and saw right through my false anger. ‘You know me too well, dear.’ She said, smiling, then nuzzled me. I summoned some water, and drank it. When the hatchlings looked at the water curiously, I chuckled, and sprayed them with small droplets of water. Aster and I didn’t know what kind of powers the hatchlings had, but they wouldn’t find it out soon anyways, so we didn’t think too hard about it. The hatchlings squealed when they met the water, and I joined with them, laughing with delight.

While playing with them, my eyes darted to the picture of me and Aster on our highschool graduation day. We got married soon after that. Those were some good memories. All the trainings, all the school work, all the happiness and sadness… I turned and saw Aster taking a picture of me and the hatchlings. Yup. This was going to be a good memory as well.


It was night. He was sitting on the porch in front of his trailer, accompanied by the small light coming from the lantern beside him. Again, he was thinking about the war. He was a soldier at the World war II. That war changed everything. The war ended by the civilians and soldiers rebeling against the government. So the government, both offensive and defensive, got a truce agreement, and the war ended. Still, it was too late. Thousands of dragons died, and more were either wounded emotionally or physically. And there was no erasing what the war did to all dragons. Funnily, some dragons from the government wanted to celebrate the end of the war by giving him and other war heroes by awarding them with medals. Snorting and angry, Rustle refused. How could they celebrate when so many had died or got wounded?

Rustle opened the beer bottle he had in his claws, and drank from it. He was not an alcoholic, but alcohol let him forget about the killings he did and the faces of the dead. It let him live, if you can call his life a life. He lost his whole family in the war, and now lived alone, only with his gun from the war to keep him company. He wanted a hatchling, but everytime he tried to get another mate, he was always reminded of his old mate and his hatchlings and how they died. He didn’t want to suffer again. So he was alone, and unknowingly, slowly, he grew grumpier and grumpier, like an old dragon would get. Sighing, Rustle looked around territory. He still had a good eyesight, thankfully. Nothing seemed to be moving except for the slight movement caused by the wind. That was good. During his 3 surveys of his territory, he found nothing, so it had to be like that. Sighing, Rustle got up from his chair, and headed inside his trailer. Time to go to sleep again.


Sun shone through the window of his trailer. Blinking, Rustle woke up. He tidied up his bed, and washed. Another day. Couldn’t he die already? He was already over 200 years old, and living was just a constant pain for him. Everyday he was reminded of deaths, and the killings he did. The faces of the dying he killed, the faces of his comrades who was dying from the attack from the other side. It was just constant pain. Sighing, he washed up, and opened the door of his trailer. He was about to get out when he saw… a hatchling in front of the stairs of his trailer.

‘What the…’ he thought, as he approached the hatchling. There was only one hatchling, strangely. Dragons laid hatchlings in 2-4 at a time, and it was strange seeing only one hatchling in the basket. Still, he approached the hatchling, and saw that it was sleeping. ‘At least I don’t have a hatchling that’s crying…’ Rustle thought as he picked up the basket hodling the hatchling. He looked around, hoping to find the one who put the little hatchling here. He surveyed his land a few times, but didn’t find anyone. A little bit shocked and annoyed, he brought the sleeping hatchling inside his trailer, and thought. This was the unthinkable for him, especially since he lost his whole family in the war. ‘What has the world come to?’ He thought, as he stared at the sleeping hatchling. He sure was going to give a long speech to whoever left the little hatchling here once he found him/her. But first, he’ll have to visit the police. Rustle opened his trailer door once more, and walked out with the basket with the hatchling in it and headed towards the police station, careful not to wake the sleeping hatchling.

About an hour later, he was at the police station with the still sleeping hatchling. He was going through the list of lost hatchlings list, but seemingly, none seemed to match the hatchling he had in the basket. He was a well known grumpy-war hero throughout the town, having saved his whole squad from death, so the commissional general was beside him, looking at the list together. Rustle was a bit furious at the amount of lost hatchlings, and the general was a bit frightened, being over a hundred years younger than him. Carefully, the general said ‘He doesn’t seem to be in here, sir.’ to him, and angrily, he said ‘thank you.’ to the poor general, and walked out of the police station with the basket with the hatchling in it.

Next he headed for the nearest hospital in the town. Maybe the hatchling had a birth certificate or something in the near hospital. But that turned out to be false as well.

So getting angrier each time, which he hadn’t been for the last century or so, he went to every hospital in the near by town of his trailer. But he couldn’t find any trace of the hatchling. No birth certificate, no trace of parents, no nothing.

Angry with the parents of the hatchling he held, he went back to the police station once more to check if anyone had reported more missing hatchlings, but that turned out to be a dud, again. Sighing with anger, he headed towards his trailer after he got the permission to keep the hatchling from the police.

Once he was home, (a.k.a his trailer) he put the basket down and went to the fridge and pulled out a beer. Again, he thought ‘What has the world come to?’, and drank from the bottle. He walked over to the sofa, and sat down. Maybe some beer would help him forget this cruel world as well.

Some time later, the hatchling started to stir, and wake up from it’s sleep. He didn’t know if the hatchling was a he or she, but he didn’t intend to find out. It didn’t matter. From what he found out today, this hatchling was thrown away by it’s parents. He felt sad for the hatchling. The hatchling didn’t have any family. Just like him. Just like him…

Then a thought flashed across his mind. Maybe the hatchling didn’t have to be alone anymore. And maybe he didn’t have to be alone, either. Maybe…Maybe…

He got the now awake hatchling back inside the basket, ignoring the hatchling’s surprised squeaks, and rushed out of his trailer. He headed straight for the police station, and asked the commissioner if he could adopt the hatchling as his own. The commissioner thought for a bit, then said yes, but only because of his social status. In a brighter mood, Rustle got over all the steps he needed to pass to become a parent once again, and when it was finally over, carried the hatchling back to his trailer, set him down on the table in front of his sofa. He thought for a bit, and decided to call his hatchling ‘Future’ as it meant a new future for both him and the hatchling.

‘Future.’ Rustle said to the hatchling’s curious eyes. ‘I’m your daddy.’


-15 years later-

‘Father, father! Look what I brought!’ Future yelled, running into their house. Rustle bought a house as the trailer would not be sufficient to raise a hatchling in it. Rustle also cut on the amount of alcohol he drank, as to raise his hatchling in a more healthy matter. Rustle looked up from the book he was reading, and looked down at the little hatchling…well, the adolescent dragon in front of him. He was holding a test sheet in front of him. ‘I got an A+! And none other than I have got it!’ The adolescent dragon yelled excitedly. Rustle chuckled, and nuzzled Future lovingly. ‘Good job, son.’ He said. ‘Now I suppose you have a date waiting for you?’

‘Yes. So… 10pm?’

‘Yes. Be home at dead 10, alright? Now, go enjoy your free time.’ Rustle said, pushing the Bronze adolescent towards the door. Future ran out, and before he got out of the house, Rustle yelled ‘I love you, son!’

Future replied by ‘Me too!’ And flew out with his date.

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Just Another Day at Work.

It was another day for Aitn. ‘Another boring day…’ Aitn thought as he got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. Soon, he was on his way to work. He flew, heading for the building he worked in. On his way, he looked around, saw other dragons like him heading for work. He sighed, and continued heading for work. He hated work, but he had to work in order to keep the roof up. Thank gods he lived alone, else he would’ve had to work more. He looked up at the sky, and sighed. Dragons were supposed to be free. But he wasn’t. He wondered if he was ever going to be free. He landed in front of the building, folded his wings, and entered the building. He checked in via his key card, and entered his office. A few other workers were already there, starting the day by working at the office. They all looked so controlled, so stuck in a box. Not how a dragon should look like. But he knew that he looked like one as well. He sighed, and sat in his chair, and started the day’s work. God, he hated work.


It was noon. Aitn had barely done any work that he had to do for the day, but he was already tired. He went to the coffee machine and clicked on the Americano multiple times. Soon, coffee was ready, and he took the coffee mug back to his seat. He was hoping that today, he won’t have to work late, although looking back to what he’d accomplished in the morning, that seemed unlikely. But he was tired of having to work late all the time and return to his empty and cold home at 11 in the night. He had already complained to his boss multiple times, but his boss always said that there were always dragons who would work for him, and threatened to fire him. Sighing, Aitn sipped his coffee and returned back to work.


It was now evening. He had done most of his work, Thanks to the power of coffee and determination. He would work late, but maybe he would be able to go home earlier than 11 today. He really wished for a cold beer and some time for himself. He couldn’t remember the last time he had time for himself, and he was beyond done with his work. His boss always scolded at his work and him, and he didn’t just scold at him. He shouted at him for his works, and other workers knew that as well. Some felt sorry for him, but mostly others made him a joke as well. But it was too late for him to get another job. He needed a steady income, and it wasn’t an easy thing to get if you’re already 30. Sure, dragons lived for hundreds of years, but they were also committed as well. Hence why he couldn’t change work. Dragons didn’t like it if others just changed work just because he didn’t like it. Aitn, sighing again, looked at the papers on his desk and proceeded to organize it all. He would go home early tonight.


It was near 9 when he was finished. Satisfied that he had finished earlier than normal, he sent his files to his boss and got up from his seat. But then a mail arrived to his email. Thinking that it couldn’t be bad, he opened up the mail and looked. Then he groaned. The mail was from his boss. He asked him to work some more, and sent some more files to organize to him. Groaning, he sat back in his seat. Then a thought crossed him. He wasn’t a slave. He didn’t sign up for all this bullshit work. And most of all, he didn’t want to work after he’d done all he had to do for the day. So he got back up, and headed towards his boss’s office. He was going to talk out of the work. Aitn knocked on the door of his boss’s office, and when he heard his boss telling him to come in, went in.

‘So, what brings you here? I think I told you to organize the files I sent you?’ His boss, White, said with demanding looks.

‘Umm… Boss. I don’t want to work more today. I’ve already done my responsibility, and I would like to go home early for once.’ Aitn said unsurely. He didn’t want his boss to be angry, but that was unavoidable, so he was hoping that his boss won’t be so angry. Unfortunately, that hope turned out to be nothing but false.


Aitn cringed. Great. Now the whole building’s know that he was shouted at. More getting picked on. More looks from coworkers that he hated. And most of all, More work. ‘I’m sorry. I’ll go work right now.’ He said, and quickly got out of his boss’s office. His boss slammed the door behind him, and he could hear his boss swearing at him through the closed-door. Groaning, he went back to his seat, earning funny looks from his coworkers, and sat down, started to work again.


It was near 1 in the morning when he was finished. He was the last one left in the office. Even his boss had gone home, glaring at him as he went home. Aitn sent the finished files to his boss’s email, and got up from his seat. He nodded at the night guard, and flew towards his home. On his way, he looked at the sky, wishing he’d be flying wherever he wished. The sky was where he belonged, with the freedom. Not the crappy little office with the shoutings he got. He sighed, and proceeded towards his home.


It was the next day. Aitn was heading towards the office once more, sighing. He hadn’t got much sleep yesterday, having returned from home late. He was tired, and he was done with all the crap he had to deal throughout the day. All the pickings from his coworkers, all the shoutings from his boss, all the work… But he had no choice. Not if he wanted to keep the roof on him. Sighing, he checked in, sat, and started to work again. It wasn’t long before White called him, though.

Once he had gone into his boss’s office expecting the worst, he was immediately met with a face full of papers thrown at him. ‘YOU CALL THIS ORGANIZING? A BEGGER IN THE STREETS WOULD BE BETTER THAN YOU! WHY DO YOU EVEN WORK HERE? JUST GO KILL YOURSELF! YOU AREN’T EVEN WORTH ANYTHING!’ His boss yelled at him. Aitn felt his anger bubble up, but pushed it down. He’d gone through all the crap till now, and he wasn’t about to change that. But his boss didn’t stop there. He ordered Aitn to gather up all the papers he’d thrown, and when he did and passed it over to him again, threw it at him once more. Aitn felt his anger bubble up hotter, but suppressed it again. This had to be it, right? But no. It didn’t stop there. His boss grabbed his cup of coffee from his desk, and threw the liquid at his face. Aitn was drenched in a second. He felt his anger bubble up once more. He tried to suppress it again. But then a thought crossed his mind. Dragons were supposed to be free, and he wanted freedom everyday. Why would he chain himself to this office? Why would he have to sustain all this hatred? Why? So he let the anger surface. He instantly grabbed his boss’s face and slammed him against the door’s window. The window shattered in pieces, and his boss, no, White, froze in shock with blood trickling down his face. Then White recovered from his shock and said ‘Consider yourself fi…’ but didn’t get to finish his sentence, as his head met with his own computer this time. Then his stomach met Aitn’s foot, and White was then a crumpled heap of scales and blood in the corner of his room. Still angry from all the unreasonable beatings he took, Aitn beat White a few more times, then angrily, stomped out of White’s office.

He was going to leave. Fuck whoever who judges him. He wasn’t going to live hundreds of years with all the bullshit he’s faced for the last 5 years.

He picked up his laptop and phone, and on second thought, picked up his computer’s monitor. Just before he left, he threw the heavy moniter at the slowly recovering form of White, and stormed out of the building.

He headed straight for home, and packed up his stuff. He was going to leave. He was going to leave for the sky. Where he belonged.


-5 years later –

Aitn was flying. He got a new job. He was now a post office worker. He delivered special deliveries and urgent mails. He now loved his life. He was free, and he didn’t have to work till late in the night. He got a decent pay, though lower than what he got, enough for him to keep the roof up. He had a happy life. And it was going to stay that way.

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A Different Day

Reale was working at the docks. He was currently moving a container from a ship to the stack of containers waiting to be loaded on the trucks. The work wasn’t easy by any means, but it paid well.

‘A little to the left! No. no! A little to the right! There! Slowly, lower it down!’ Yelled the supervisor as Reale se the container down. He lowered the container, let the other workers unchain the container, and went to the ship for the next container.

Time skip a bit forward, and he was done for the day. It was twilight as he headed for his home. Well, he and his family’s home. He was the father of 3 hatchlings. And man, the weren’t kidding when they said hatchlings were bottomless pits. They ate a lot, and they grew a lot, though they were still only the sixth of the size of him. He chuckled at the thought, and beat his wings faster. Although was tired, he couldn’t wait to see his family!

About 30 minutes later, he landed at the front of his house with a small thump. He could hear his hatchlings and his mate trying to control them. He smiled, and opened the door, and went inside. Immediately, he was covered with three masses of green, bronze, and black scales. ‘Daddy!’ They yelled, as they clung onto his neck, back, and leg. He laughed heartily, and picked one by one off him and set them on the ground. Then he nuzzled them lovingly, and when he looked up again, saw his mate, Lidya. She looked happy to see him, though she looked tired.

‘Guess they were quite a handful today as well, huh?’ Reale said, chuckling.

‘You have no idea.’ Lidya replied. ‘So, how was your day? And what do you want for dinner? Beef or lamb or chicken?’

‘Beef, thanks. Mine wasn’t so bad. Physically tiring, but at least not mentally so. You?’

‘Hmph. You should look after the hatchlings. One second you look away from them, they’re off to god knows where. They’re a real troublemaker.’

‘Am not!’ A small voice said. Reale looked down, and saw that Olivia, the green, was still standing there listening to their conversation. Reale looked at Olivia and told her to go to their room kindly. After Olivia went, Reale and Lidya resumed back to their conversation.

‘At least you’ll be meeting up with your friends tomorrow.’ Reale said.

‘Ah, yes. That reminds me. You don’t mind looking after the hatchlings, do you? I’ll probably come back home late.’

‘What? Of course not! I’d love to look after them for a change! Plus, they’ll probably like it as well. Probably more than they do with you! Sorry! Joking! Joking!’ Reale said, as Lidya swatted at him with her tail.

Lidya huffed and said ‘I’ll get the hatchlings to bed. Why don’t you go wash up? Then let’s go to bed ourselves.’ Reale nodded, and went to the bathroom to wash while Lidya put their hatchlings to sleep. After washing, he got out of the bathroom to find Lidya already on their bed, curled up. Reale climbed over to their bed, and curled up around his mate.


‘Have a good day!’ Reale said, as Lidya left the house to meet her friends. It was saturday, so he agreed to look after their hatchlings. Lidya took off, and Reale went back into their house. It was still morning, so the hatchlings were still asleep. He and Lidya had already told them that their mom would be gone for the day, so they won’t be surprised, but he can already tell that the hatchlings were going to miss their mother. He went to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water, and drank. Then he began to do the dishes of yesterday’s supper and all the other work.


After an hour or so, Reale went to the hatchling’s room and woke Olivia (the green), Jake (the bronze), and Livira (the black). They groaned, and when Reale told them to go wash before breakfast, obeyed. Reale then served breakfast, which the hatchlings dug in eagerly. Reale, smiling, looked at them eating, and ate his as well. After eating, he told the hatchlings to go play in their room as he did the dishes. They groaned, again, this time wanting to fly. Reale chuckled, and promised them that they would go flying after he’d done the dishes. In a brightened mood, they went back to their room. But it wasn’t long before one of them came and tugged on his leg telling him to hurry up. Reale chuckled again, finished the dishes quickly, rounded up all three hatchlings, and announced that they were going on a flight.

‘Yay!’ they yelled, and almost flew out the door. Reale laughed, followed, closing the door behind him. He saw his hatchlings jumping around the lawn, and took flight. The hatchlings followed. As soon as they took flight, Reale slowed down and let the hatchlings take the lead as to let the go where they please as well as hae an eye on them as well. The hatchlings, full of energy, did acrobatic stunts and flew as fast or as slow as they pleased.

‘Dad.’ Jake said, coming to his side after a bit of time. ‘How can I get strong like you?’ Reale looked at him, surprised, then thought for a minute. A lot of thought crossed his mind, but he didn’t want his son to be like him. Sure, container transporting was an easy job and it paid well, but it was physically tiring. He didn’t want his son to be always tired after work. He wanted his son to have an easy life. He wanted his son to be free of danger. So he decided.

‘Son.’ He said. ‘Being strong isn’t what matters. You have to be smart. I know I’m strong and everyting, but I’m not all that you think I am. Sure, my job pays well and keeps me in shape, but I’m always facing danger. Danger of getting injured from work, danger of getting fired if I get old. But if you’re smart, that won’t happen. Or at least, the risk you’d be taking would be lower. I know you might not understand everything at your age, but son, being strong isn’t important. You have to be smart. Keep that in mind, son.’

Jake looked thoughtful, and a bit lost. Reale knew he wouldn’t understand everything, so he understood. After a bit of time to let his son thing, he said ‘Ok. That’s enough thinking for now. No need to worry about that right now. Why don’t you go play with your sisters?’ Jake slowly nodded, and went to play with his sisters. After Jake went to play again, Reale thought, ‘I’ll have to tell Olivia and Livira about that as well. They might not understand yet, but it’ll be better than nothing, and they need it.


Reale decided that they would be having lunch out for a change. (He didn’t want to admit that he didn’t want to prepare lunch.) He brought all his hatchlings to a nearby sandwich shop. He himself ordered a chicken-tuna sandwich while his hatchlings each chose bacon, beef, and salted pork. They ate their sandwiches under the shade of the shop, and as the hatchlings demanded that they fly more, Reale let them. After a few hours, the hatchlings were exhausted and it was near dinner time, Reale brought them home. He told them to wash, and when the hatchlings whined that they couldn’t clean their backs, he cleaned them one by one. Then they watched TV together, and then had dinner. Then they watched some more TV (which Reale was bored of, as it was kids program), and when it was bed time for the hatchlings, Reale put them to bed. Exhausted from all the activities of the day, the hatchlings went to sleep easily. Relieved from the hatclings, Reale went to the fridge and took out a beer and opened his laptop. He started to write his diary, and after he was done, just surfed the internet without any mind. Then Lidya returned.

‘Hey.’ Reale said, tiredly. It was near 11, and he was tired. Man, did the hatchlings have a lot of energy. Now he understood why Lidya always looked tired after he returned from work.

‘Hey.’ Lidya said. ‘I see the hatchlings kept you busy. I assume they’re asleep now?’

‘Yeah. Had a good day?’ Reale answered.

‘Yes. Thanks honey, for looking out for the hatchlings. Here. Try it. I bought it on the way home.’ Lidya said as she held out a cupcake. Reale took it, and ate it. It was delicious. ‘Thanks.’ He said, after he’d eaten it all. ‘God, I’m tired. I’ve been waiting for you to come home so I can get to bed. You don’t mind, do you?’

‘No. But wait for me, would you? I’ll just wash up and join you.’ Lidya said, smiling.

‘Ok.’ Reale said, and went to their room. He curled up on their bed, and waited for Lidya to join him. Or he tried to. Before he knew it, he was asleep. Lidya soon came to their room after Reale got asleep, and smiled at her husband’s sleeping form. She curled up inside him, and put her head on Reale’s neck.

‘I love you.’ Lidya said to her husband.

‘I love you, too.’ Reale mumbled in his sleep.



Grace woke up. She stretched her wings and body. Bones popped into place, and she got up. She went to the bathroom and washed. Then she oiled her scales, put on some jewelry, and we out of her house.

Another day of work.

She arrived at her office, and set to work. Already there was a huge pile of papers on her desk she had to approve of or disapprove. She was the head of the ‘Walker Import’, which she inherited from her father. Father. Grace’s eyes wandered over to a picture on her desk. By god, she missed him. He had died from cancer a few years ago. But she had memories. Memories from her dragonlet-hood. Memories of her playing with her dad, talking with her dad, playing pranks on her dad. Even though he was always tired, he always had time for her. She missed him, dearly. And today was his birthday.

‘Knock, Knock’

Someone knocked on the door of her office, and she opened it. One of her staff members were there, and held out a pile of papers. ‘Miss, there needs to be approved.’ the staff said. Sighing, Grace took the pile, and closed the door behind her. What she wouldn’t give for a day of perfect rest! But of course, as the head of the company, she didn’t really have any rest. Contacts always called her to solve problems, and other companies who wanted to have contacts between them always called her. At least she made a lot of money.

Grace put the pile of paper she was holding on top of the pile she was working on, and walked over to the window. She didn’t know then, but her dad had been a really good father to the family. She was always exhausted after work, but her dad, having done the same thing, always had time for her after work. She sighed again, and walked away from her window, and sat at her desk.

She opened up her laptop, and looked through the mails. A few important mails from her contacts, but the rest were ads or spam. She erased them, and decided to go through the mails first. She opened one of them, read it, then opened another tab and opened YouTube. Then she connected her laptop to her stereo…her father’s stereo, and played her favorite list of songs. Might as well listen to music while working.

After a few hours, she had gone through all of the mails and most of the paper contacts. She looked out the window, and saw that it was a bit after noon. She decided to take an early leave, and closed her laptop and picked up her phone. She opened her office door and walked out. ‘I’m leaving early today.’ she said to her assistant, and he nodded politely. ‘Have a good day, Miss.’ he said. She nodded, and stepped into the elevator. She went to the parking lot, and started her car. She preferred flying, but she always used her car coming to work.

She drove, and drove. She arrived at her house, and quickly put her bag down and picked up another one more casual. She parked her car in her garage, and walked out the door of her house. Then she took into the sky, towards her family’s grave.On the way, she visited the flower shop and picked up the bundle of flowers her dad always liked. She had it on special request, so they were already made. She thanked the worker and paid her, and took into the sky once again.

Soon, she arrived at her family grave. She walked over to each family member’s grave, and said her greetings and wished god be with them. Then at last, she stood in front of her dad’s grave.

‘Hey, dad.’ She said, looking numbly at the grave. ‘Hope you’re having a good life up there. The company’s going great, and everything’s all right.’ Then she paused for a minute, then added ‘I miss you, dad. I really miss you.’ Then she laid the flowers in front of his grave. ‘These are for you. You always liked these flowers. Hope you like it.’

Then once more, she took into the sky. Flying always made her feel better. And she was going to fly for quite some time today. Before she took off, she looked at her father’s grave again, and said ‘I’ll see you around, dad.’

This was my first Short story.

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My review of Firelight by Sophie Jordan

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This is my review of Firelight by Jordan.

I got to know about this book by GoodReads, when I was searching for dragon-related books. (I’m a huge fan of dragons!) The ratings wasnt as high as I would’ve liked, but still, I gave it a shot. And here’s what I thought.

Is it good?

Umm…Maybe. I think it’ll depend on the person heavily. Through all the way, I was reminded of Julie Kagwa’s Talon series. And I have to say that I personally think this Firelight might be the downgraded version of it. A little less violence, and a little less intensity. Basically a little better for younger readers. But that also makes the book less fun, less enjoyable. So, is it good? Or is it bad? Well, if you want a casual book that you can just read, then yes. But if you’re deep into fantasy like me, then No. It depends on your reading choice and preference.

What book does it remind you?/is it like?

As I said earlier, this book is quite like Julie Kagwa’s Talon series. They both have human-transforming dragons, and they both have the main characters falling in love with the enemy. The citicens of both books dont know that dragons exist and dragons have to hide. They are both hunted and slain. The main characters in both books go with their lovers, not their fate. (at least, as long as i’m aware.)

But there are a few differences as well. The first thing you notice is that it’s draki in Fireelight, who descended from dragons, opposed to dragons in Talon, who are actual dragons. The Firelight aims for a far more younger audience while the Talon aims for a more mature audience. Firelight has a more lighter atmosphere, as it is more like general romance stuff while Talon has a more heavier atmosphere due to a lot of events going on at the same time and making the readers think more.

Do you recommend it?

I’d say I recommend this book for people who like romance or dragons, but to none outside the boundaries. This book simply doesnt have it’s own personality to be special or it to be enjoyable. The book feels…surpressed. It feels like jordan could’ve put more details in it and made it more fun, but didnt add it in. It goes like this. You start to read. Then you enjoy it. You expect much more stuff to enjoy as you turn the page, but suddenely, the writer ends the event and goes on to the next event. You kind of get let down, but you hope for better as you turn the pages. But it only repeats the cycle over and over. But it’ll be good if it feels like a tease, or something like that, right? No! It doesn’t! THAT’S the biggest let down of this book. It doesnt feel like a tease, and it’s always at this awkward place between pleasure of reading and getting bored. Something always feels like missing, and slowly, you get tired of it.

So, what are your points for this book?

I’d say… 7/10. If it didnt have dragons or I wanst a dragon fan, I would’ve given it 6.5/10. It really lacks it’s own personality, being so similar to other books, and that ws the biggest let down of this book.

So, that was my review of Firelight by Jordan. Thanks for reading, and if you liked it, please, like or follow my blog.