The sound of the waves echoing in my ear day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute, second by second, you get the point. Just a century ago we were fighting against dragons, now we tame them, oh thy irony. My name is Isabella Evergreen, I am 17 years old and I live a pretty boring life. I am an armorsmith, my parents have been living on this island ever since they were young. They weren't born here but their village was destroyed by Vikings and so here we are. Oh and by the way, to make my story sound more depressing let me add this: I am a girl who is hated by everyone on the village. Hate is such a strong word but it is true, I am supposed to have blond hair and light blue eyes, but alas I have dark hair and dark blue eyes, they also hate me for my job, I am supposed to be a 'lady' or so to speak. I used to go to school but I quit, I'd rather stay at home and make or fix weapons than in an environment where I can't even make a single friend and much less a lover. Ah love, I wonder how that feels like, I have fallen in love but, of course, just like any tale, the guy is so dumb he doesn't even notice me.

''Hey ladies, want to come by my house tonight? We are going to have a party'' says the boy who can't notice me, much less my feelings for him.

''Oh! I want to come, you are so… popular, of course!'' the girl who you would call a 'whore' or a much nicer word, 'slut', expresses how much she wants to be 'done' by him.

''Ah! Maria, I would love it so much if you actually came to my party!'' says the boy as he turns his head my way and just notices me.

''Isabella, would you like to come?'' a shock, I know. I want to go but—

''Oh no…'' As soon as I was about to give him my 'excuse' fire comes out of a dragon's mouth. Yes, I have tamed a dragon, it is very common now-a-days but the thing is… I don't really think I've tamed him yet. Well let's just say he's very protective of me but doesn't trust me yet? Yeah, that works.

''S-stop it!'' Screams of terror comes from the group of 'populars'.

''D-Demian!'' I call out his name but he doesn't listen, he flies upwards and makes it worse (well better for me, but that's just my opinion).

''Enough!'' a sudden yell comes from a recognizable man.

''Father…'' I gulp.

''Demian return to where you were this instance!''

He listens to my father but with an annoyed face, he flies off and vanishes from everyone's eyesight.

''Isabella… are you hurt?'' father asks.

''No, I am not hurt father.''

''Your daughter is crazy! She almost killed my daughter!'' the loudmouth and annoying voice comes from out of nowhere. She is the mother of one of the girls from the popular group; it's quite the resemblance if you ask me.

''It wasn't her fault, it was mine. I asked the dragon to come and pick her up from school.''

''She should never be seen in town with such lack of taming!'' a bitter voice comes from a villager who didn't even see what just happened.

''…Let's go home father…''

''What a loser, I mean, she hasn't even tamed her dragon yet.'' That's it; no one is going to keep putting me down like this anymore!

''I did tame him, he's just protecting me from the likes of people like you!''

''Oh, don't get loud with me bitch.''

''Oh, don't start with me whore, because I got a couple of bags full of all the nastiest words in the world that just describe you and only you.''

''Why you—''

''Enough, let's go Isabella.''

As we leave, the long path filled with silence only made my heart, voice and head burst out the things that can't be kept inside anymore. I cannot bear this and so I dare say this to my father.

''…I hate the villagers dad.''

''Hate is a strong word.''

''It is but how come they are allowed to hate me?''

''They don't hate you.''

''Then explain how they feel towards me.''

''They just can't seem to understand how unique you are, Isabella, not everyone will be good towards you. There will always be one in a million who will love you for who you are, it is he, who shall understand how unique you are.''

''You make me feel better dad, and I know you didn't send Demian to pick me up.''

''Yeah, I lied but it was a good lie.''

''You didn't have to do it though.''

''Go talk to Demian, I am sure he is still mad at me.''

''Father, Demian doesn't like me.''

''Yes he does, he just can't seem to know how to act around you, he doesn't want to hurt you.''

''…I'll try…''

I picked up a jar half my size filled with fish, it smells bad but hey, he loves it. I always wonder why Demian chose this place, it's a cave filled with nothing besides darkness, but if you know your way through the cave you will be led to a beautiful scenery were you would think mermaids and unicorns exist here and only here.

''Demian, I brought food.''

I feel a strong wind pass behind me and I know he's right behind me, I am not scared of facing him but I am ashamed. I am ashamed that he does all those things and gets a bad reputation amongst every villager and dragon, just to protect me.

''Demian, I know we don't get along much but… I am sorry, sorry for messing everything up, sorry for being a nuisance, sorry for pissing you off sorry for—''

''I don't care…''

''Thank you for understanding me, I just thought— HOLY SHIT! Y-you can talk?''

''…I practice…''

''B-b-but how? I mean, when? What? Is it even possible?''

''I had to listen to your every life story every damn time you came here. I learned how to speak by mimicking your odd behavior, which by the way made me feel negative about myself and it was a daily routine, who wouldn't learn?''

''Daily routine?''

''You always come here, give me food and sit near the lake and talk to yourself. It is such a bother but I have to listen, I don't know what else I to do.''

''You could snuggled with me or something, oh my god! Am I the first to ever teach a dragon how to speak?''

''You didn't really teach me. Now if you please, my meal.''

''Ah most certainly…''

Such amazement, I am shocked that even the ones you'd expect nothing more than just fire and burps can also be able to speak just like you and me.