Hello peoples!!! Have you ever wondered why all dragon trainers/masters wear black capes? I did. Thus this story was created.

Its been five long years since I began training under the chief of Blackthron City, Clair's father. He trained all dragon masters, he had to, dragon pokemon are extremely dangerous to all those without the proper knowledge or experience with them. Everyone who wished to be a dragon master had to go through rigorous, isolated training until the trainer is strong enough to handle dragon pokemon and they can trust their pokemon and visa versa.

Here I stood at the entrance to temple of the dragons, my Gible by my side. We exchanged a glanced and started walking into the sacred building. I was ready to leave Blackthorn and continue my training in the outside world. We headed down a stone stairway there were torches every once in a while to light the path. Finally we reached the bottom and walked into a room with a large fire in the center. As I walked in I saw numerous people in black capes with two gold chains on the front surrounding the edges of the room. By the fire was a woman also in a cape, Clair. She was the gym leader so she was in charge of leading the ceremonies.

"Welcome Leon," Clair began. "You have trained in the art of taming dragons. You are now able to travel the world honing your skill and proving that you have what it takes to be a dragon master. Do you swear by the name of the legends that you will continue to stay true to the ancient wisdom passed down to you from the chief elder, and that you stay a part of the dragon clan for the rest of your pokemon wielding days?"

I hesitated, not out of doubt, but wonder. I took everything in, for this would be the only time I would be standing here taking the oath that symbolizes the completion of my training, the knowledge I know posses, and the freedom I'm about to gain. I looked straight into Clair's blue eyes, and said," I do."

"Then I welcome you as a full member of the dragon clan, and I present to you your cape," She said, handing me a folded black cape with two gold chains. I took it and swung it over my shoulders clasping the chains to the other side. Then I turned away from them and begun my travels away from Blackthorn.

I know its not the best story in the world, but the idea was in my head for a few months now so I decided to post it.

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