DISCLAIMER: I do not own Dragonheart, all credit goes to those who worked on the films, I am however responsible for my own OC's and Plot. Thank you.


A/N: Here is chapter 3, apologies for the late upload, college is one again proofing somewhat…troubling for me. I will spare you the details.

It may be a short chapter, but it seems to be working for me. I am not sure about you, but this chapter for me seems a bit rushed, well, I will let you decide that.

A big shout out for The RPG Master, thank you for your review, appreciate it loads. Keep spreading the word.

Onto Chapter 3, see you at the bottom.


Dragonheart: The Return

Chapter 3

Caleb

Dawn approached, the clouds blood red as the sun slowly rose. A hint of fresh scented mint blew in the wind. However, the fresh-minted smell never neared the rim of Fern Woods.

Situated just within its reach was the quaint village of Drumstone, a village that lived in fear of Fern Woods and the power that it held.

Separating Drumstone and Fern Woods was a field that barely anyone would step into for it lead directly into the path of Fern Woods.

At times, the teenage folk of Drumstone would dare those to walk as near as possible to Fern Woods to prove their worth and nerve, most boys would walk through the field and try and touch the wood of Fern Woods to prove their love to the women of their dreams. No one has managed such a feat.

Drumstone was a poor village, though not as poor as those who lived in the dumps or to be thrown out of their homes for falling behind on taxes. The village of Drumstone was able to make ends meet; there was enough food and water to last the year around and into the next.

Houses and outhouses were built from wood, mud, and straw. A series of pigpens, stables, and assortments of animal patches had been attached to many of the wooden houses, some even harboured vegetable patches.

A cockerel signalled the rising sun and the start of the new day. Slowly the village folk of Drumstone woke from their night's sleep.

It is at this point in our story where a young seventeen-year-old boy called Caleb Johnson appears. Caleb was still asleep in his bed with the white bed sheets covering his whole body. On the third "cock-a-doodle-doo" in which the cockerel song, a groan came from under the sheets.

Throwing back his sheet Caleb sat up and yawned loudly, he scratched his curly blonde hair before flattening it. He got out of his bed and stretched widely before spending a moment looking out of his window at the light that streamed through his windowless window, he heard the faint twittering of birds as music flowed into his room.

Caleb walked out of his room into the main part of his home bare chested, wearing nothing on his feet except for the brown baggy trousers he wore the day previously to bed. The stove, which contained a small spark from the previous night's meal, still burnt, refusing to go out. The wooden table where a few leftovers from the meal in which Caleb's family had eaten remained.

Caleb sighed, grabbed a wooden bucket, and scooped up all the scraps into it.

He left his home through the front door and walked barefooted around to the back of the house. The floor was soft and smooth and Caleb enjoyed the way it messaged the soles of his feet.

Around the back of the house, six pigs were already up and trotting around the pen, Caleb tipped the bucket full of food into the trough and saw the pigs trot on over to the trough and greedily eat the scraps.

"Eat up pig's." Caleb said to the animals in the pen. "Waste nothing, as my father says." He said to the pigs who ignored him. "You lot waste nothing, do you? You just eat and eat." He left the pigs to their breakfast and went back inside.

He headed back into his bedroom to get dressed. He pulled over his cotton white shirt that his mother had made him for his fifteenth birthday; it was slightly bigger than he was but over time, he grew into it.

He pulled out from under his bed his thick leather boots and placed them on covering up his feet.

He entered back into the main part of the house where emerging from another part of the room came his father, short, and slightly broad around the stomach area, he scratched his beard and gave a sharp yawn as he bid his son a pleasurable morning.

"I see you are up early my boy," his father said cheerfully.

"I have a few things to tend to before my training father." Caleb said. "I am going to the crop field to gather some more food before the trade in two days' time."

"Ah, of course!" his father boasted loudly. "I feel we may make more gold and silver with the amount of food we have grown over the last few months. Our outhouse will need emptying soon. But, when you are knighted, we shan't have to worry about our crop as much, with the income in which you will produce, we shall be able to buy new lodgings, new accommodation's, just imagine it son." The father smiled.

"You will have a long wait father; you don't become a knight over the course of the night."

"Nevertheless, a knight you shall be, your unborn brother, or sister will look up to you in the future, and you will be an inspiration to your sibling."

Caleb smiled at the thought. "I would like that." He bid his father farewell and left.

Dragonheart: The Return

The walk to the crop fields was short, by the time Caleb arrived at the crop field the sun had risen providing light across the land.

The crop field was quiet and but a few farmers were present tending to their crops.

Caleb pulled many assortments of grown food from their place and stacked them high on a cart that he left in the crop fields at time to ease the trips back and forth to deliver the food to the outhouse where he and his father stashed the food for the Trade.

He planted more seeds in the earth and watered them. As he tended to the crop, a shadow fell over the patch he was working on.

He sighed, and looked up into the faces of four figures that blocked out the sunlight.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Johnson!" said one of the figures.

Caleb sighed and stood up. "What do you want Merc? I haven't got time to play games."

"Someone has to keep an eye on you in-case you steal again, remember what happened last time?" Merc said.

"I don't steal!" Caleb retorted.

Merc stepped over the patch of earth that Caleb was working on. Merc was roughly the same height as Caleb and the same age, Merc had black spiked hair, which he always gelled in the morning. He also had a crooked nose.

"How's the nose?" Caleb smirked.

Merc brought a hand up to his nose and gently touched it. His misty blue eyes narrowed into a sinister frown followed by a slight smile. "Thanks to you I am getting loads of girls."

"What about your servants?" Caleb gestured to the three slightly thin boys who remained silent whilst Merc and Caleb spoke. "Don't they get a chance to ravel in some…beauty?"

"They do, from time to time, only when I say they do."

"So much for free will," Caleb said to him

Merc snorted and then looked at the food that Caleb had already placed in the cart. He inspected it. "You seemed to have made quite a good grow this year with your food; you will definitely soar during the Trade." Merc said giving a slight nod to one of his friends.

Caleb saw one of Mercs friends walk off to another part of the crop field and onto someone else's property and pick something up.

"Tell me Caleb, I forget, do they allow you into the Trade if you are accused of stealing?" Merc asked frowning uncertainly.

"Only if that person is caught," Caleb told him.

Merc nodded. "Let's say that you stole something from this crop field and someone, say, a knight caught you, and what would that mean for you?"

Caleb frowned.

"For one, you will be stripped of your position as a knight in training, losing the opportunity to become a knight, not to mention, that no land on this earth will grant you the status of training to become a knight as you will be nothing more than thief." Merc snarled.

"And how are you going to prove to someone that I am a thief when I haven't stolen anything?" Caleb asked.

"Oh, but you have stolen something." Merc looked over to one of his friends who threw something green to Caleb. Caleb caught it and saw that he was holing a cabbage plucked clean from a sector that was not his own. "Oh, dear, Johnson, this does not bode well for you!"

Caleb held the Cabbage in his hands before looking up at Merc and his bullies.

"Thief!" Merc yelled aloud. "Thief in the crop field!"

Caleb saw those present in the crop field raise their heads in the direction of Mercs' yelling.

It took Caleb only a minute to process what was actually transpiring; Merc and his friends were trying to get him into trouble.

Caleb quickly made a dash for his life.

"After him!" Merc said to his friends, and quickly they pursued directly after Caleb.


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A/N: Short I know, but be honest, what did you think? Good or bad? Review to let me know.

Just to remind you, I will keep the original story uploaded for a while until this story reaches the exact same point as that of the original and then I will take the original down.

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