As soon as I uploaded the prologue, I chose to start on chapter one… hope you don't mind
Chapter 1: Happy Birthday to me…
The fire danced as Dranz and his father chose to have an indoors s'mores party. As it being his son's 6th birthday, Helios had decided to give his son something really special. He had left a note in his son's room for when he left for work, but, for now, he was to relax and have fun with his son.
As another marshmallow burned, Dranz, with an annoyed voice, asked his father," How do you keep them from going black dad?" "What do you mean? I always make perfect marshmallows." "Yeah, dad, but how to you make them perfect?" he whined, getting more annoyed as yet another marshmallow burned. "Oh, nothing out of the usual… just need some ice to keep it from burning," he laughed with a grin.
Dranz was unsurprised. His father loved using his powers. He used his powers all the time when he used to work for the army. When he came home from work, he'd freeze just about anything in sight. Dranz got a face full of that and had to be chiseled, then heated up to get out! He almost ran out of air when they finally got him out. Other than that, he'd wake his son up by making snow fall in his room, and when he came back from school, he'd freeze the floor to go ice skating on.
About an hour later, Helios had to leave. He trusted his son, so he left him in the house alone. His son always knew to shut the curtains and leave the lights dim. When Helios left, Dranz waved good-bye. The joy of that moment right there was nearly impossible to break now. Sadly, the key word is nearly.
As his father turned around, Helios' shadow rose up into a living being. Before Dranz could warn him, the shadow dragon grabbed its knives and slit his father's throat. The shadow dragon turned to Dranz as he fell on his knees. With a sneer, the shadow dragon left in a cloud of dust, seaming to fade from existence. With one final tear to drop from the dragon's muzzle, he screamed unto the heavens, a shout of despair rising as the blood drained from his dead father's throat.
"WAKE UP DRANZ!" Dranz shot right up from the sudden yell. And once again, he was face to face with his natural alarm clock. Sarah Corrola, his sister by adoption, always woke him up like this. When he woke up, he always saw the same dark blue scales. With her bright blue horns, belly, and eyes, she chose to make the day even brighter than needed. She ripped down the curtains and let WAY too much sun into the room. The empty room seemed to reflect the sun's rays back into Dranz' half opened eyes. "Come on, today's moving day silly!" "Uh," Dranz groaned, "When did I hire an eight year old to wake me up?" "When I begged MY parents to move so you could find a better life somewhere…" Dranz was glad that she didn't say 'our' instead of 'my'. He never really liked them. There was only one thing he didn't like… he ALWAYS slept commando… "OUT" he screamed, not thinking of any consequences at the moment. When she started off on her front and hind legs, he yelled, "And stop doing that! No one has walked on all fours for over 200 years!" With nothing left to do, he let out a sigh and got dressed.
After a while of finding his favorite shirt, a shirt with black and white stripes going across the length of it, and some blue jeans, he grabbed a rusty old sword from the ground in which he slept on. He could still remember that note as clear as day.
Dear Dranz,
Since this is your 6th birthday and you still seem to have not found your power, I have given you my sword. You know the one. The very sword I was able to take from the Dark Enlightenment when I was young. Or at least younger. I have put this very sword under your bed. I'm sorry if it's a little rusty. Terrador has had that thing in his building for months…. The old coot probably left it in water then laid it out in the sun. No one was able to find out what its power was, and we can't find yours.
With this realization, I hope that you treat this sword well as if it were your own self being used to defend others. I hope this sword will be able to save a life one day, because I want to be there when it happens. This sword should not be used other than defense. No one knows if this sword should be stable enough to keep at hand. The only reason I trust you with it is because you have your mother's heart. She always knew when something was wrong or when that very person was in trouble. She could make even a hopeless man believe in miracles.
Anyways, I hope you keep this sword as close as your very wings. Even when you can't soar through the heavens, I want to see that sword even cut through a tornado. When I get back from work, I want to see your face when you hold that sword up high. I want to know that you enjoy my gift more than I ever did.
With dreams of both powers shining bright
Your father, Helios
Even the thought of that very note made him shed a tear. He missed his father. The only thing he missed more at this point was the bed, though. His spine felt like a stone pole! The pain was that unbearable!
When Dranz came into the living room, he was greeted by Sarah with a warm smile. His adoptive parents however… they didn't pay the tiniest bit of attention to him. They never did. When they adopted him at the age of 10, they had him take care of Sarah because they had finally gotten fed up with the baby's crying. Who would have guessed a 2 year old would have the lungs of an opera singer?
When Reggie and Regina Corrola, Sarah's mother and father, left, Sarah just blurted out, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY DRANZ!" Afterwards, she gave him a warm hug and ran to her old room. When she came back, she had a present all wrapped up. When Sarah handed him the gift, he ripped it open and found a dream catcher inside. Dranz grinned, but still gave the dream catcher back. "When are you going to give up on giving me a dream catcher every year? You know I don't use these things! And besides, you've given it to me before and it still doesn't work." In a low, almost sorrowful voice, Sarah whispered, "I just want the dream to go away… the one about your father…"
He knew she had her heart in the right place, including the same nightmare came every year on his birthday, but there just wasn't anything for it. He could only hope that after the past 10 years of the same dream, his torture would finally come to an end.
"COME ON WE GOTTA GET MOVIN' YOU TWO!" yelled Reggie from outside the door. He was always in a rush… just because they were ice dragons didn't mean they had to be absolutely perfect on their timing… and yet, they did it almost every day…
With one final sigh, Dranz closed the door to the old house with a final prayer. They walked to the mail box then flew off to the new house. The only thing Dranz could hope for was that the new school had some people that wouldn't give him a hard time for his appearance.
Well guys, I have finished chapter 1. Again, I really hope you guys give me some advice on my story… I hope it was a little better than the prologue… ANYWAYS, just like last time, if you have any suggestions, please leave them in the comments. If you have any suggestions on characters, I would love to hear about them because I am at a blank, so please pm me if you have any ideas. I will also give a shout out if you do unless you want to keep yourself anonymous. If you have any questions about my story, I will answer you back as soon as I can. And, once again, I hope you all have a great day. Until next time,
~PEACE OUT~
