This is one of my new stories. I'm new at this so sorry about if the story is lame, or to short.

New chapters will be added later so enjoy. And sorry about an miss spelled words I did my best to fix them.

Stordon Of Kiendou

The Dragon & the Princess

Clink, Clink! The sound of an iron hammer forging metal filled the small building. The small building was made entirely of wood an is home to the greatest blacksmith in the land, and his young apprentice. Most of the small shop is dominated by a large furnace which hisses with fire. A great anvil sat at the center of the shop while tools, water buckets, metal scraps, swords, shields, and armor line the walls and make piles on the dirt floor. At the front of the shop left of the front entrance is a large window open to the streets. In the center of the shop standing at the anvil is the great blacksmiths apprentice. He stands tall at least a foot over an average man. He has short chestnut colored hair and his bangs are lightly spiked from being seared by the hot flames. The young man stands at the anvil using tongs to hold an small U shaped piece of metal down he continuously hits the hot metal with an iron hammer. Focused on the task at hand he does not notice a young girl about his age sitting on the windows edge. The girl with nicely brushed long dark black hair. Her hair is tied back in a traditional low pony tail with long bangs hanging on the side of her face. The young girls hair was decorated with red and white ribbons that ran the length of her hair. She wore fine cloths that matched her ribbons precisely. Unlike the apprentice who had the very tanned skin of a working peasant or commoner the girl had light pale like skin of a noble. The girl spoke startling the boy and causing him to strike the anvil with his hammer.

"Hi Arron!"

Arron turned to see the noble girl sitting on the windows edge and waving at him. He turned back to his work with a frustrated growl, and continued to strike the hot metal.

"Can't you see I'm working." Arron announced over the striking of the hammer.

"What are you making?"

Arron hit the hot metal one more time before he picked it up using the tongs and diped the bright red U shaped iron into a barrel of water. The water hissed and sizzled as the red hot iron made contact. He then held the the iron up to his face to inspect it. The young man then turned back to the noble girl and held out the metal to show her.

"I'm making horseshoes for the gray stallion out back. Do you want to come watch me shoe him?"

Both Arron and the noble girl walked through a back door and into an open roofed area. Different working equipment lined the walls as well as forged tools and weapons. To the right of the area were two animal stalls and three spaced out wooden posts. Tied to one of the posts was a storm cloud gray stallion with blue eyes. The stallion was tall and fairly build. His fur was clean with not a hint of dirt. Arron approached the stallion with the shoes, a smaller hammer, a special stool to place to horses foot on, and a hoof cleaning kit. Arron proceed to clean and trim the hoof then he nailed on the first shoe.

"So this is Sir Donor's horse, Storm Run?" The girl asked while petting the horses muzzle.

"Yeah, the horse is a pain when it comes time to shoe him."

Just Arron said his last word the horse pulled its hind right foot from his grip and kicked him in the chest. The force of the kick knocked the breath from his lungs and set him backward on to the cold dirt floor. Arron leaned up to see the girl covering her mouth with her hand trying desperately not to laugh. He stood and gathered his tools to finish Storm Run's hind right hoof.

"So this is what you have been doing all day, Arron?"

Arron moving to Storm Run's front right foot looked up to see the sarcastic smile on her face.

"Are you talking about making the shoes and shoeing the horses or getting kicked by ill mannered nobleman's horses?"

Her smile grew even larger as she thought about his response.

"Both."

He sighed as he turned back to his work thinking of his day long humiliation in trying to care for stubborn Storm Run. While securing Storm Run's hoof in his grip he answered her without looking up at her.

"No comment."

She lightly laughed at his response. Finishing Storm Run's front right hoof Arron stood and fixed his brown ash stained leather gloves and glanced at the girl. She had now made her self comfortable by pulling up a stool and sitting next to Storm Run so she could lazily pet him.

"What have you been up to Sarah, did you get in trouble at the castle again?" Arron spoke using the same hint of sarcasm she used on him.

Sarah's smile faded as she glared at Arron. "Well?" he asked. She did not answer and continued to glare. Arron went back to work nailing the last shoe in place when a voice filled the air.

"Hey Arron."

A young man perhaps Arron's age walked in to the shoeing area. He was average height shorter than Arron, but taller than Sarah. He wore the cloths a low ranking commoner much like Arron and had tanned skin. He also wore a small raccoon hat over his light blond hair. He walked over next to Arron with a stool and was about to take a seat when Arron tossed him a bucket and brush.

"Whats this for, he asked, I've already taken a bath."

Sarah was quick to answer. From the other side of the horse she answered the confused boy. "I believe that would be for the horse."

The blond haired young man was startled by the voice as he did not see her when he entered the room. He walked over to the other side of Storm Run to get a better look at the stranger.

"Arron you didn't tell me you had a girlfriend."

Arron shocked by his friends response immediately denied it.

"Shes not my girlfriend Carl!"

"Really, well in that case." Carl approached Sarah and grabbed her hand to introduce himself. "Hi, I'm Carl" he said as he flexed his weak arm. Sarah did her best not to laugh at him. Carl did his best to appear smooth and cooler than he really was.

"Um-Hi Carl," She hesitated doing her best not to laugh at him. "I', Sarah." Carl looked at her and then at Arron. Once he returned his back to Sarah he spoke. His next words surprised both Arron and Sarah.

"That's cool did you know Sarah that you have the same name as King Sargon's daughter, the princess."

"Really?" She put on an act that only made Arron want to burst out laughing. "I didn't know that, do you think its a coincidence?"

Carl stood back and examined Sarah for a second then he shook his head. "Nah, a princess would never hang out with people like me and Arron." Just as he the last word left his mouth heavy footsteps entered the work area where they all where with Storm Run.

They turned to see a tall middle-aged man standing will one hand holding his helmet against his side and his other hand was rested an his sheathed sword. The man had dark brown hair and the light skin of a noble man. He stood proud in royal silver knights armor with a fine red cape. His appearance was great and bold, his face however, dawned an angry and impatient scowl.

"Sir Donor," Arron addressed him bowing respectfully. "Storm Run is almost ready, all that is left is a bath then I shall saddle him for you."

Arron took Storm Run's lead and led him the bathing corner. The man's scowl did not change and the fact that Arron was late with his horse did not ease his impatience. Once Storm Run was moved he revealed Sarah that was seated on a stool on the other side of him out of Sir Donors field of view. Sir Donor's eyes fell upon the young girl that was where she should not be.

"Princess Sarah" he spat. His armor clinked as he approached her and grabbed her arm, forcing her too stand. She was barely half his height and walked awkwardly as Sir Donor pulled her to where Arron and Carl were washing Storm Run. "Blacksmith!" he cursed. Carl and Arron turned to see Sarah struggling against the royal knights firm grip. Arron could only think of on thing to say.

"Yes, Sir Donor."

"She's not supposed to be here." He held the Princess forward. Arron remained speechless, fearful of what the knight might do.

"Um" he hesitated, as Sarah cut him off. "It was my fault, I snuck out off the palace!" She grabbed on to Sir Donor's right arm to keep him from drawing his sword. He turned his fiery look upon Sarah who filched slightly. "Blacksmith" he turned back to Arron, "Saddle my horse" he commanded. Once Storm Run was saddled Sir Donor left for the castle with the Princess, reluctantly riding in his lap. The last thing Arron saw of the Princess was her mouthing the words "I'm Sorry."

At the Royal Palace

The Princess fallowed her father, King Sargon, around the palace halls. Her pleading echoed down the halls that where covered in pictures and artifacts from times before. "Father please, don't make me stay in the palace. It's boring and nothing ever happens." Her father continued to walk up the stairs until he came to a large wooden door. "Sarah" he yelled over her endless begging. He pointed to the door as two armored pike men opened the door.

"Sarah, go to your room and stay there until I can think of what to do with you."

"But, Father"

"No, I don't want to here it. Now got to you room."

"But"

"Now!"

She turned and reluctantly entered the room as the two guards closed the door behind her. Frustrated and upset with her father she opened the two doors leading to the balcony. The Princess stood there leaning on the railing four stores above the ground. Out in the distance she noticed a faint figure that seemed to be approaching the palace. She studied it before it finally disappeared into the clouds. Sarah then returned to her pouting. As she turned to enter her room a strong wind shook her doors and tangled her hair. Sarah whirled around to see a large scaly lizard like creature will wings. It roared as Sarah stood there stunned by the massive animal that she had only ever seen in books. Finally she spun on her heels towards the door. The doors flung open as armed guards poured in to the bedroom.

"Protect the Princess" the lead officer yelled.

It was to late. A massive scaly hand with talons grabbed the Princess and began to leave from the broken bedroom. A swordsman reached out from the balcony trying to grab the Princess's hand as a last attempt to save the doomed girl, but he was to late as the Dragon took flight. Steel bolts were shot from the place walls in hopes to stop the dragon, but he was already gone. The Princess watched helplessly as her palace, her kingdom, and her home disappeared on the horizon.

Back at the palace the gates opened as a small force left in pursuit on the dragon and the Princess.