The Storm Dragon Slayer
Chapter 1
An unexpected Birth
Dragons are extremely powerful beings of myth and wonder, as we all know, but not all of us know of their origins. The word, Dragon, is derived from the Greek word, Drakon, and it is my belief, and the belief of a few others, that Drakons are the enormously powerful ancestors of Dragons. From the Drakons, who could rival Giants and Gods, a less powerful species was made, this was the Dragons. They were still immensely powerful, but there were only a few, and they were of three races: Light, Dark and Earth.
From Light and Dark, came Storm, which proved to be more powerful than either of the two. From Storm, came Water, Wind, and Lightning, from Lightning came Fire, and from Water came Poison. From Earth and water came mud; from earth and fire came Iron. However, the Dragons of Storm still remained for the longest time, until only one remained, hunted down by the other Dragons as they searched for power, only to find nothing but bloodshed.
This final Storm Dragon was but an egg at the time of the bloodshed, and he has grown since then. Grown enough to live and be worshiped as a god by primitive cultures. Those cultures passed, as did the belief that he existed. The Dragon called himself Annyo Mitne, which meant "Last Light" in Draconic, the language of the Draconian people.
But this isn't his story, at least, not fully.
There is a race of female humanoids known as Drachini. They resemble beautiful human women, but parts of their body resemble Dragons, such as their arms, and legs, and some have wings and Tails, or horns. They all have slits for pupils, as is the way a Draconian should be, and their canines are all very sharp, as with all Draconians.
As stated before, they are all female, which makes the birth of a new child usually normal, and a cause for celebration. But this child was different, and his birth was a cause for the biggest celebration they've ever thrown, for the Drachini of his village was happy people, who were very carefree. Their scientists hypothesized that the Drachini race was evolving, finally having members that were naturally stronger to hunt for more dangerous food and help protect the village from attack.
They officially named the boy Irral Davof, meaning "First Male" however the people of the Village took to calling him Demor Ragani, as Ragani was his Mother's last name, and Demor was the only masculine name they could think of.
Five Years Later…
"Hey, Demor, come play with us!" A girl named Aurix Nures yelled out. She was named for her most noticeable feature, her "Gold Hair." Aside from that, she was five years old as well, but a little younger than Demor was. She was an inch shorter than he was. Her skin was tanned from playing all day, and her forearms were Draconian, with red scales and clawed fingers. She wore a simple dress that hung from her shoulders, and left her legs free. Under the dress she wore short-shorts. Her eyes were a light yellow as well, with her Draconian slit pupils full of life.
Demor had grown considerably in the last five years; his appetite was huge. He presently stood at about three feet and four inches in height and his pitch black Draconian tail had grown with him, being about four feet of pure muscle. He had light brown hair, and had dark, predatory green eyes with the iconic slit pupils all Draconians have, and his canines were already half an inch in length. His skin was lightly tanned from playing in the nice warm sun all day. He wore just a pair of grey shorts that fit snugly around his waist. His tail sprouted from his lower back, just above his shorts.
Demor had been sitting by a tree, looking at the mountain in the distance, and wondering why the peak of it was always covered in a black cloud. He turned to look at Aurix, and smiled. "Okay!" he said his tail twitching as he turned and ran after her. They, along with a group of about five other kids, all girls, played a game of hide and go seek. Another girl was it, and Demor went back to the tree and climbed up it to hide and look at the mountain some more.
Hours later….
Demor had completely forgotten about the game of hide and go seek, but he heard his mother calling him to come home. He hopped down from the tree and ran home, passing the group of girls who were now playing with their dolls near the village center.
"Demor, where did you go? We couldn't find you anywhere!" one of them said.
"I went back to my tree." He said as he ran past them.
Demor's home, like all the others, was a humble one, made from simply materials, logs, grass, and tree bark to keep it all together. His mother was a beautiful woman; she had white hair, yellow eyes, lightly tanned skin-everyone had a tan of some sort- and her draconian scales formed her own undergarments, as well as her forearms and her legs from the middle of her thigh to her feet, which were clawed like her fingers. Her scales were a dark red. She didn't wear much for clothing, just chest wraps and a skirt so that she wasn't walking around nude all the time.
"Demor, there you are. It's almost time to eat." She said as he walked into the door, which was really just an opening in the wall, so anyone could walk in at any time. If someone wanted privacy, they could pull a curtain closed.
"What are we eating?" Demor asked.
"Beef Stew I believe." His mother replied. Her name was Yrev Ragani, named for the color of her eyes, "Yellow."
Demor went over to his bed and sat down on it, he couldn't lay back, as his tail was in the way and he was uncomfortable if it was being smashed. He also didn't like it when people grabbed his tail or pulled it. Yet he was fine when he hung upside-down from the tree with it.
An hour later…
Demor finished eating with the rest of the children, who ate last due to their place on the social hierarchy of the town. The eldest ate first, followed by their children, then their children's children, and so on. Babies who were being breast-fed ate with their mothers. During the day if a baby got rowdy, the usual response was for them to be fed from their mother to calm them down. Once they were weaned off of breast-milk, they started eating soft food, similar to humans.
After a few minutes of playing around the edge of the campfire, the children were all put to bed, the curtains of their homes drawn to block out the light of the campfire and the noise from the adults who naturally stayed up late.