Dragon Heart: The Birth of Draco

Note: This is based off the movie and/or novel known as "Dragon Heart". Dragon Heart was about a dragon slayer befriending a (of course) dragon, the movie soon is very interesting and amazing. This is a prequel, how Draco (main dragon char. in Dragon Heart) was born, why the dragons were being hunted down, and why the dragons and humans fought. Trust me, I'm not going to disappoint you at the ending, it's worth knowing.

Many years ago, a great dragon named Draco stood as the most powerful and mighty beast in the entire kingdom in his lands. Sadly, warriors challenged his species for many decades...soon, Draco was the last one. But before anything, before the great dragon even met Bowen and his comrades, there was one but a young boy who was the one that started the execution of all dragons...this is the story of how Draco's life began.

Chapter I

It was a quiet evening in Eskatel as a young boy wandered the empty streets. He was curious of what this new city had in store for him. He was but an orphan considering he never met his father or mother, he was born and soon raised by a blacksmith. Years passed and the young boy ran away from home to seek adventure and prosperity, he promised that if he ever became king he would give his guardian millions of coins as far as the eye could see. The blacksmith chuckled as he always said: "The world is full of destiny, however far you go...something will block your way to eternal treasures amongst yourself. But just remember, friends are better than any treasure on this planet."

This young boy's name was Ernest, a shy and quiet young boy, however he sought discovery in the vast lands of the kingdom he dwelled. Now the reason why he ventured into the Eskatel was because of a strange rumor being thrown about all over the country about a strange dragon egg that was hidden somewhere. Warriors and many other types of hunters tried scavenging all over the country just to try to find the amazing egg. Ernest, on the other hand, wished he could meet the dragon and befriend it.

"Wilson," Ernest said when he was at the Blacksmith's home, "Do you think that dragon's can be nice?" Wilson chuckled with beer oozing from his mouth, "Of course not, Dragon's are vicious and evil!" He gave Ernest a terrifying look.

Ernest shook that memory off and continued onward, he wore black overalls -like a tunic- and wore a large dark blue cape above it. He had no kind of weapon except for the large staff that towered him. A rather large hat engulfed his head; once in a while his black wavy hair would cover his view as he kept adjusting his hair.

The sky was piercing a beautiful orange with a nifty mixture of red that surrounded the entire sky, Ernest felt relaxed in tranquility hearing the chirping of birds that sat on the window seals of cottages he went by.

Drip-drop-drip!

Bits and pieces of water fell from the sky, "Rain," Ernest looked up seeing the orange sky fade to a shrouded black. The rain fell heavier as Ernest scattered around the town trying to find shelter, he soon noticed a small sign labeled 'Inn' in the corner of the town's square. He pushed the wooden door open noticing a lobby with a desk placed in the middle with two staircases leading to the second floor on the opposite sides. Ernest walked up to the desk as an old and jittery man appeared from doorway in the back of the facility. "Hey there young fella," he greeted him cheerfully, "Would you like a room to sleep in for the night?" Ernest nodded for an answer, "Oh yes please!" The old man thought for a moment, "Whelp, since you're a little adventurer still and since there's not that much people that come by here...you can sleep here anytime you want."

"Really?"

"Yes, of course. But one thing though, how old are you champ?"

"Sixteen."

"Sixteen? My-my, you ran away from home?" The old man scattered for some paperwork.

Ernest pouted, "Yes, but I was looking for the-"

The old man waved his hand around annoyed, "Seeking adventure and treasure, bah! I've seen your kind of kids all my life, and yet you all end up either crying to your parents or getting yourself killed."

Ernest slammed the desk with a fist, "I want to find the dragon egg!"

The old man suddenly turned his head with curiosity, "The dragon's egg?"

"Yes...I've always wanted to meet a dragon, now's my chance!"

"Tough luck kid, every hunter is dying to find that egg. Good luck not getting yourself killed."

"Believe me, I'll protect that dragon."

"Wait, you're not going to sell it for gold?"

"No, I'm not selfish. I want to know if those fairy tales I've read all my life were true."

"Whelp, good luck kid."

"Thanks," Ernest smiled as the old man handed him a room key. He glanced around at the other rooms as they looked empty and quiet. He went into his room as he took off his large coat, hat, and satchel. He lied on the cushioned bed gazing at the window beside it. The stars shined beautifully, he couldn't resist looking at the beauty of the shining ornaments. Sleep soon gave way as his eyes shuttered and closed.

Hours later in the middle of the night, a clash of lightning awoken Ernest as the boy fell out of his bed. "Huh?" He grunted as he noticed something in the night sky: Something golden. The large golden object fell from the sky and headed towards the beach south of the town. "The dragon's egg," Ernest whispered to himself.