Chapter One: Prologue- Welcome to My Screwed Up Life
So… you decided to read about the Life and Times of Cassiopeia Andromeda Astrum. I hate my name… It's way to long… Plus, having two constellations in your name automatically give you the nickname "Star". Not to mention my last name is Latin for "Star". How quaint. Anywho, just to sum up my life before we begin the story, I just turned sixteen, though at the beginning of the story I just turned thirteen, thus making me a seventh grader; I'm currently a Junior in high school; lineage wise, I'm basically a mutt; I live in South Dakota; I own a horse; I'm disabled; and what else… Let me think… Oh yeah, did I mention that I'm a Dragon Rider?
That's kind of an important fact, Cassie.
SHUT UP SKY. NO ONEasked you.
Hn…
-Grumble- Stupid dragon. I knew he was trouble the moment I found him. –Grumble-
FLASHBACK
Cassie casually walked/crutched/whatever the heck you want to call it down the sidewalk, whistling like she didn't have a care in the world. Suddenly, one of her braces slid on something, knocking her off balance, and her face tried to become one with the sidewalk.
"Ow…" She looked behind her and spotted the cause of her extremely scratched face. It was a rock. A weird one at that, but nevertheless a rock. She picked up the stone so she could throw across the street. But when she raised her arm, she found that she couldn't bring herself to throw it away.
"Damn rock…" she grumbled as she stuck it into her backpack and headed home.
END FLASHBACK
So, yeah… It was very painful… And just GUESS what it turned into? I'll give you three guesses, first two don't count. CORRECT! An EXTREMELY obnoxious dragon named Sky'ndar! w00t!
You're babbling… You need to stop…
You're talking… You need to shut up…
-Sigh- Why don't you tell them how you are disabled?
I thought I just told you to shut up. -Grumble- Fine… Alrighty, so, my left leg is what you would call "crooked". The bones are all twisted and jumbled and weird and the doctors said they couldn't fix my leg because of the way it grew. It isn't exactly the most fun thing in the world to have a leg bent at the wrong angle, I can tell ya'. It basically means running, jumping, playing sports, riding a bike, etc. is out of the question. Thankfully, my parents decided that the best thing for me would be a horse. Yep, a wonderful, gorgeous Arabian mare named Desert Wind. And as an Arabian, she has the classic traits of the breed. This includes, unsurprisingly, the fact that she's a total bitch (pardon my French) to everyone. That is, everyone but me. She likes me. I sneak her lots of treats. Without her, I probably wouldn't have made it through junior high and the first two years of high school (not to mention I couldn't have taken care of Sky without her.). Just because I can't do sports doesn't mean my horse can't. Being able to compete with D.W. was what kept me from going insane from not being able to play sports at school. But enough about me and my pitiful past, it's time to look into the FUTURE! YES!!! Onward ho, me hearties!!
Cassie, you're babbling again… Stop…
Sky, you're talking again… Shut up…