The story is about a young boy named Charlie who never seemed to care about anything else but dragons. He even named himself phifer the dragon. Now that he is 19 years old he cared not only for dragons, but for girls. One night as he sits outside, something strange happens. Read on to find out what.
JUST A REMINDER I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS EXCEPT PHIFER. PLEASE ENJOY!
Prologue
I remember how I always wished that dragons were real. But of course mom always said that they were never real to start with. I believed in them and never gave up hope that they were out there somewhere.
Charlie sat in his favorite patch of grass leaning against the old oak that he used to climb when he was little. He was thinking about his dad and his dad's stories he used to tell him about dragons and the adventure's they had. Like battling humans for food and destroying houses. At first these stories scared Charlie, but he fell in love with it after some time in their local library. It really hurt to think of that now that his dad was dead. Yep. Dead. His dad was on his way home in his truck talking to his son on the phone.
"Don't rush me, Charlie! I'm on my way home." says Charlie's father. "Ok. I'm sorry, dad."
After a while all Charlie can hear are tires screeching and his father yelling…… then silence.
His father was in a terrible car accident and was in critical condition. He was rushed to the hospital where he was pronounced dead.
After the funeral, Charlie was never the same. He was different from the fact that he hardly ever talked to anybody any more.
But tonight he was relaxed and happy until something strange happened.
Sorry that it's so short but it will get better. I promise.