"Come on Girl. Let's fly."
Firefly spread her jet black wings and crouched, ready to take of. Sitting tight in the saddle and holding on to the reins I'd fitted her with, I leant forward. With a great leap, Firefly took off. We'd soon left the ground far behind and we were up amongst the clouds as usual. I sat up in the saddle, let go of the reins and spread my arms wide, closing my eyes and tipping my head back to enjoy the freedom. I always felt so free up here.
I was born for this.
Like my mother before me and her mother before her, the line went back almost two hundred years. I was born and raised into this; it was all I really knew. Ever since I was ten I'd been training to be the best, I had quickly shown a natural talent and a way with them. Whilst everyone else thought they were vicious and dangerous, we knew differently. They were kind and gentle; you only had to give them a chance.
What are they?
They're called;
Dragons.