Prologue
-Trent's POV-
I was walking through the alleyways of LA when a police car pulled out in front of me. At first I was confused as to why that was, but then they turned on their signature lights and I knew immediately what I had to do. "Somebody most have sold me out" I said to myself under my breath. I grabbed my things and began to hightail my way out to the alley. It isn't easy being on the run, especially for as long as I have. The last time I felt I could stop running was before the 'incident' occurred. Now isn't the time to explain that though, I have to keep moving.
I reached the end of the alley and began making my way toward the park. 'This is it,' I thought, 'today is the day they finally catch me.' Once I reached the park, I could hear the cops get out of their car and begin to pursue me on foot, a common mistake. I can easily outrun them, but I chose to conserve my energy for the longer chase, seeing as how these chases were the only activity I saw in my life. I managed to get far enough away from them so I could duck into a bush. I rubbed mud and dirt on my skin and clothes to mask my scent incase the K9 unit was called in. After about an hour or so of ducking under police patrols, the cops finally gave up their search, another close call.
Once the cops cleared out of the park, I made my way to one of the ponds. I sat down on a bench and looked toward the pond, taking note of how much night time I had left before sunrise, about 7 hours. 'I can't keep doing this,' I thought, 'Sooner or later they will catch me and make me pay for something I haven't done.' "WHY! WHY DID YOU DO IT!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. After my sudden outburst, I sulked back down in the bench I was sitting in. I just couldn't take this anymore, my childhood was stolen from me and I am being framed by a dead man for a crime I never committed. 'I should just drown myself,' I began thinking, 'it would be better than getting caught and tried for something I know I'm innocent for. At least this way I will know I will die knowing I did no wrong.' I stood up, content on one goal, and began walking into the pond, ready to just end my life. As my head submerged I fought every survival instinct I had that was telling me to swim to the surface. Finally after 20 seconds of struggling I began to start succumbing to my straining lungs, I opened my mouth and took a breath, knowing it would be my last. My sight faded into blackness and I went unconscious.
-A few minutes later-
I woke up on the floor of a big room with bookshelves everywhere and a big hourglass right above a big pool of liquid in the middle. Am I dead? Suddenly I saw a figure, hold that….a dragon, reading a book on the other side of the pool. I struggled to get up; I needed to know where I was. Then it hit me, this place looks familiar somehow. I stood up and walked toward the dragon. When I got to within a few feet of him, the book he was reading closed and flew away, allowing me to see his face. 'This doesn't make sense,' I told myself, 'how am I in the Chronicler's realm?'
"I see you're awake." The Chronicler spoke.
"Yeah," I said, "You could say that." One thought arose in my mind and took over my train of thought. How did I get here?
"If you're wondering why you are here, you should know I have no idea either." The Chronicler said. "But I do know a way to make you able to blend into the world you're about to enter." As he was speaking, I began to take note of his features. In Eternal Night, The Chronicler was much older than he is now. I then made a realization; I am talking to Ignitus, the former fire guardian. Then it hit me, I was entering the Dragon Realms. "Since you are new to this world, you have the choice of what species of dragon you wish to be," Ignitus continued, "You do not have to be vocal on your choice, you just have to think hard about the type and hold on to that thought, when you wake up you will be the form you desire." I knew instantly what dragon I wanted to be.
"Ignitus," I said, "thank you."
"Before you leave, I would like to know what your name is." Ignitus stated.
"My name is Trent," I said, "Trent Davis." After I said these words, my vision faded to black and I was unconscious again, but this time I felt safe, knowing the world I was about to enter.