Disclaimers: I do not own The Neverending Story. That belongs to Michael Ende. All other canon material belongs to their respected owners. All original material, including my OCs, belong to me, the authoress of this fanfiction story.
Warning! Please read my fanfic Multifaceted first before reading this one, or you will get lost. This fanfic is also a must read because it's going to tie in with my next fanfic coming up. Thank you and enjoy! :)
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Welcome to the second story in the first phase of my Epic Struggles series. :)
This fanfic will focus on my OC Parker Dooley, the dragonoid who appeared in my fanfic, Multifaceted. The story cover was drawn by me. So, now we know what my OC dragonoid looks like. :)
Now, I present the sequel to Multifaceted, titled In the Land of Dragons. :)
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Parker stood in the doorway to his and what was Frodo Baggins' room. This was Frodo's discharge day! There was no way this yellow-eyed, red scaly dragonoid would want to screw this up! He took one last look at the curly brown-haired hobbit, as Frodo departed down the hallway with the healer, before retiring to his room. Memories flooded his thoughts, as Parker collapsed on the bed. Memories he thought wouldn't resurface… until now.
"Corin," Parker said, holding the elderly lion in his arms, "don't die!" A tear shed down his cheek.
"Parker, be good," Corin said, weakly. He took one last breath and was gone.
Parker sobbed quietly. This was unbearable. Why did Corin have to die? Parker wanted to save him, but he couldn't.
Sadly, a part of him knew this was meant to be.
"Parker," a healer walked into the room, taking a seat on his bed, "you're being discharged today."
Parker exhaled, opening his eyes and staring at the young woman. "I thought I would stay here." He sighed, sadly, "All of my friends, my companions, my lover is dead. Whatever new friends I have, they're gone. After all these years, twenty years, I doubt the Land of Dragons is the same. Much has changed since I returned home."
The healer stood up. "Agatha wants you to go. Take Falkor with you."
"The Luckdragon?" Parker sat up, stunned. "I've never ridden on a Luckdragon."
"You might be surprised." The healer shrugged. "Come. It's time for you to go!"
Parker moved off the bed. He waited until the healer was out of the room before grabbing his tan pack and filling it with supplies and two jackets. He couldn't take a claw clipper with him, as that belonged to the healer's ward. And yet, he wouldn't mind owning one for necessity's sake.
Once he was ready, Parker made his way to the healer's office, helping the healer take his stuff to the elevator. The dragonoid checked his supplies. Yup. He had everything he needed. He looked up as the elevator door opened and made his way out to the roof. Before him stood Falkor the Luckdragon, an enormous fluffy dragon with white feathers for scales. Parker shook his head. The Luckdragon had the face of a dog, but the body of an Eastern dragon.
"Are you ready to go?" Falkor asked, as soon as the red dragonoid mounted him.
"I'm as ready. Let's go." Parker said, holding onto Falkor as the Luckdragon soared into the air. The dragonoid waved to the healer until he and Falkor were out of sight.
What could possibly go wrong?
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Thanks for reading. :)