Time was an endless thing. It always flowed along and it
went by in a heartbeat. That’s what happened on my twelfth birthday. When I
turned twelve, I was granted a wish. The wish? I wished for a fantasy world, a
world out of the boring world I was a part of, a world with dragons, elves,
fairies and even unicorns, anything that saved me from the world I was
currently in. And that wish was granted, by a superior being, a being that
could just say: Sure, here you go.
That entire thing happened as I had said when I was twelve,
and in four years I had grown accustomed to this world, a world with lush green
trees that bore juicy and sweet fruit instead of the dying trees I had once
been used to, with lush green grass instead of the endless dust deserts, fresh
air that smelled of the world instead of my sweat. In the four years I had
attended a school (apparently I wasn’t the first person to have been
transported on a whim, I had been the 14483 to be exact) and started an
apprenticeship under the protective wing of the greatest dragon tamer in the
history of mankind, who was also coincidentally the greatest alcoholic of
mankind, Dorian the Dragon’s Wind.
Dorian was a rough guy with an unkempt beard that had the same color as the
hair on his head, ash blonde. He was human (remember that I’m in a fantasy
world? Yeah, elves exist too) and had a very low-pitched voice. But overall he
was a nice guy, just that he enjoyed the company of dragons over the company of
fellow humans, but I didn’t care, as long as he taught me how to ride a dragon
and how to tame them, I was set.
Dragon tamers earned their keep by helping dragon riders with any problems they
had, but since dragons were pretty expensive partners there were few dragon
tamers. I had somehow been chosen to become one and man, was I happy.
Dorian had been teaching me for two years in the art of taming dragons and I
had soaked in the knowledge like a thirsty sponge soaking in water. I had
learned of all kinds of dragons in the world and all kinds of uses they had. What
were dos and don’ts and what each dragon liked, my riding lessons were bumpy
rides, literally. The first five times I fell off the dragon, but after a week
I had gotten the hang of the land dragons, riding flying dragons took me about
a month to learn and a year to master. It had been finally time to tame my very
first dragon though, and my master, being the considerate guy he is, ended up
drinking too much the last night, like every night, and ended up with a
hangover. Because of that I had to go out taming on my own. I could’ve waited a
day, but that would have delayed my dragon taming by A DAY, A WHOLE 24 HOURS!
So I set out on my own to the town portal (every
respectable town had one, this one my master had created himself because he was
too lazy to walk over to the next town with a town portal which would’ve taken
him half an hour) and teleported to the taming mountain. The taming mountain
was a mountain filled with magical creatures of all sorts (except for elves,
orcs, goblins, you get the drill) to get, you guessed it, tamed. Usually all
creatures there were harmless, but there were the exceptions of Tyrant Dragons,
Blood Unicorns, Spiked Slimes, Man-eating Plants, etc. I had only seen pictures
of them and they had all looked pretty cool so I was all giddy, not caring for
my own safety (this happened a year ago, I was young and foolish).
The guardians of the mountain checked my license, the only reason why the
journey had been set on that day and not sooner, and let me in. I had to go
through a barrier and the entire world looked different. I was on a grassy
plain, in front of me a dark green forest and a mountain, a pretty huge
mountain, the mountain was probably bigger than I was, and I was 5 foot 9 tall.
I grabbed the bag I had packed with some food and water, and of course the
necessary stuff for taming a dragon, and walked to the forest. My master had
told me that the forest was always filled with boring stuff, unless you were an
alchemist but alchemists got excited over anything, so I should just pass
through it as quickly as possible. The place where the most interesting
creatures gathered had been inside of the mountain, where dragons had their
caves.
I had of course listened to my master and gone to the mountain as quickly as
possible and walked into the first cave that looked interesting to me. Inside
there was a dragon, but I quickly exited when I saw the dragon rolling around
on his pile of gold while chanting: “Mine, mine, it’s all mine!”
I entered the second cave that had another dragon of course, with a beard and
glasses.
“Hello child of man, are you here to search for a partner?” The dragon asked
me.
“Yep, I am,” I answered, “will you be my partner?”
“Tempting, I’ll become your partner if you solve my riddle,” the dragon offered
and I accepted the deal.
“There once was a bear in a forest of bamboo trees, what kind of bear was it?”
The dragon asked.
Of course I know the answer now, but at that time, which was a year ago, I was
young and ignorant, so I answered: “A bamboo bear.” Of course I know now that
it was a Grizzly Bear that had lost its way home. But when I answered with
‘bamboo bear’, the dragon threw me out in rage and I entered the next cave.
In the next cave I came across I met him, my fated partner, I had instantly
recognized our bond. The dragon was covered in golden scales and looked at me.
Noticing our bond we both looked at each other for a bit before I fell onto my
knees, crying. He was beautiful and he was my partner. Was what I thought, but
when he asked me to fill out a 9000 page form to become his partner I left him
behind to find a different partner, fated or not I wasn’t willing to fill out a
9000 page form.
In the last cave I visited I was further up the mountain and felt tired. Inside
that cave there was a new dragon. This dragon didn’t look special, he looked
just so generic. He was an average green, with average green eyes and average
length and form. We looked at each other and I said: “Hey, what’s up?”
“Nothing really, what’s up for you?” The dragon asked in turn.
“Searching for my dragon partner, failing miserably. Want to be my partner?”
“Sure, let’s do it,” the dragon answered.
And this is how I, Villager K have become known as Dragon
Tamer/Rider K.