This is my first story so please no flames! Please enjoy ad I hope you like it! (I'm sorry it's so short I didn't have enough time!)
There was once a legend about a majestic silver dragon that could bring peace to the land of all. They said its powers were so great, it was invincible and immortal, and whoever tamed it would receive its dazzling power and partnership. Many have tried but all have failed. One day it just disappeared and was nowhere to be found. Legend says it's in hiding, waiting for the perfect master to become its eternal companion.
A desperate scream tore through the air like a dagger cutting through flesh. Footsteps pounded onto the sodden concrete of the dark, cold, alley while rain drizzled down like tears falling from the sky and the jagged claw of lightning flashed through the sky. "Run! Run!" A voice roared distressingly. A little baby boy squirmed in the woman's arms and blink his large, innocent silver eyes, not knowing he was in danger, that he would soon be alone. The mother panted as she bolted down the alleyway with inhuman speed, worry evident in her eyes. She finally reached the forest on the other side, laid the baby down, gave him a kiss and one last longing look, and knowing that she would soon perish to never see her precious child again, turned and dashed back into the alleyway without glancing back. Rain sloshed and swirled and the storm grew, as the two of the three only remaining warriors of the Dragon Clan fought to death for their one and only son to live. Terrible screams ripped through the night and then crimson blood splattered the air, and the night shattered into pieces.
"Ah!" He woke panting hard, sweat beading his forehead, his wide, blinking silver eyes vivid with fear. He's been having the same nightmare for years now, but he never remember this happening. "Hurmph?" The large silver lion laying next to him woke up and lifted his head sleepily. The boy brushed his long strands of blonde hair down to eye-length away with one hand. He chuckled and ruffled the lion's mane. "Hey it's okay Kimba, it's just a nightmare." The lion stared at him. He just smiled and grabbed his sword, a deadly weapon three feet long in with a golden handle and a curled dragon engraved on the end resembling a sort of Chinese dragon in a black leather case with a strap. The boy's name was Novark, Novark Dragon, a name on day everyone would know and praise. But that was a different day. He got up and strapped the sword to his bare chest, muscular and pale, the type of that girls swooned for. He had a handsome and wise face, the type which made anyone stop and stare in wonder. He was exceptionally tall for his age, at an astounding height of 5 foot 5. Novark wore black simple pants with matching black tennis shoes also with a dragon symbol on it. He strolled out of the cave in which he lives in and walked to the entrance, letting the warm Spring sunlight bathe his chest. He let out a sigh and finger the resplendent silver carving matching the other ones on his shoes and sword. The dragon was a scared animal and the color silver was also very important to this country called "Dragon Land", where the Great Battle of the Dragons had taken place, the place where the two legendary warriors Destiny and Fate of the Dragon Clan gave their last breath to protect the planet from a terrible villain named Destruction from the rival clan called Snake Clan. He was dead but no one knew he had a heir until it was too late. His name was Snake and rumors have been popping up that he's still alive and plotting revenge. The two clans contained many (30 to 40) supernatural beings who had amazing power of strength and speed and skill. They could fly and turn into animals, and throw energy blasts that were like explosions but much stronger using the sheer force of their will. They were immortal and extremely hard to kill, and they could look whatever age they wanted. The had exceedingly good senses and accuracy. They never needed to sleep or eat or breathe, and you couldn't kill them normally. Most of the country had already healed but occasionally you would come across some scars or pieces of rubble from the fight and lay an offering or blessing for them.
Novark turned his attention back into the dark but useful cave , where a hand crafted bow and arrows lay beside the huge silent lion. He had abnormally good crafting skills and has learned after nine years how to survive in the wilderness. Tomorrow was his birthday, June 1, somehow miraculously on the Day of the Dragon. It was extremely rare and people who were born on that day were considered blessed by the mighty Silver Dragon. He was turning ten tomorrow."Come on buddy, let's go hunting." He said cheerfully to his friend named Kimba the lion, who gave a massive yawn showing all his perfectly sharp white canines and got up lazily. He was eight feet long and if he stood up, well, it was enough to make the most courageous warrior turn tail and run. And don't even mention his roar. You can hear it miles away and some would faint in utter terror. Novark grabbed his bow and quiver and bounded off, climbing onto trees and trying to spot prey. Lush, green leaves rustled, the grass bowed, the flowers bloomed, birds sang merrily from the trees, and a light breeze carried by the scent of fresh fruit and flowers. His hunting knife was strapped to his huge leather utility belt, how he got those clothes he never knew, they just kind of grow with him and he couldn't remember how it got there. They were just…there. He hadn't had any idea how he got here or really who he was. He just found a note with his name and that was all. He assumed the lion had found him and taken him as his own cub.
He eventually spotted a large four foot big bald eagle soaring high up in the sky and he shot it down with one arrow about three fourth of a mile away. He didn't know he was able to do that either. He kind of just assumed this happened to everyone. "Ha ha! Looks like we're gonna eat good tonight! Isn't that right Kimba?" He looked at the beast happily which just gave an amused mumble in his throat, clearly laughing at his reaction. "Who are you laughing at you big lump?" He joked and tackled the lion head first, and they fell down in a mock wrestling match, which would have killed any normal person and looked insane. They did this everyday. Sometimes the boy won or the lion won. Apparently, this time Kimba was the victorious one, laying flat on top of Novark chuckling with a loud rumble until he shoved the creature off. He laughed good-humoredly and grabbed the eagle and brought it back to the cave, made a campfire with flint, plucked it, and started roasting the dead prey. The smell of fresh meat filled the cave and soon the two companions were drooling, They split the meat into two and shared half and half. After they finished their tasty morsels, the pair decided to take a walk to the nearby rushing waterfall. It was beautiful with clear, blue waters with cherry blossom trees surrounding the bank and stepping stones leading into the river, which supplied them with fish and plants. The grass was soft and welcoming, and they eventually fell asleep content and full under the shade of the trees and lulled to sleep by the gentle thrilling of the sparrows.
End of Chapter 1