The Dragon’s Quest for Hopper starts off as any other low brow elf seeking a real place in life. He didn’t think the real place would be babysitter to a dragon. Part of him wishes the dragon mother decided on eating him instead of shoving him into this new role. What was he thinking getting involved with Linda or Hartliebe or thinking he deserved more in life than running a beer company. Beer is his life. Or it was. His life now seems a lot different. And scary.
Genres: Adventure, fantasy
Amanda and Dominik
Once at the bar, I drop into the first chair I see. The mistress seems dark and foreboding, but if she lets me buy drinks, I don’t really care. “Why was I not eaten?”
“Excuse me?” She stares at me shock obvious. Then she gulps. “Did we meet before?”
I stare back at her. She cringes a little, so I blink looking down at the bar before me. “Um… No. Never saw you before. I was talking about someone else.”
“Of course you were.” She pushes a glass my way without asking. “On the house, kid.”
“Kid?” I watch her watch off. She looks younger than me. I mean I am no old fogie, but I am not a spring chicken either. I would be married in a year or two if I had any luck.
“Drink well.” She nods to me like it was not an insult.
Scoffing, I drink anyway. The swill does not taste anywhere as good as the stuff I made. Ugh, where does this beer come from? I want to fix their process. “This stuff is crap.”
“Excuse me?” The girl looks back at me. “Are you complaining about a free drink?”
“Yes. If you know where this is from, I’d like to go back there and fix it.” I point beyond her like it may be in the back of the bar or something. I had no idea. It could be several miles away for all I know.
“I make it myself.” She huffs out.
“You suck at it.” I push the glass away.
“You insult my alcohol yet wish to stay here? You will feel my wrath…”
Just as I bring out my wand, Jess stands at the bar with all her glory, including the gun on her back. “Amanda, a dragon wants to talk with you.”
“Just a second, Jess.” She holds up one hand as the other covers in red sparkles. “I just need to break this elf in two.”
“I don’t think that’s smart, Amanda.” Jess leans over the bar to put her hand on the magical one. “That’s the dragon’s elf. He is stronger than he looks.”
“He uses a wand!” Amanda states with conviction. “Anyone who uses a wand is nothing in my book.”
“You think anything besides a demon is nothing in your book.” Jess sighs pressing the hand down. “But you know better.”
The girl huffs again crossing the arms and pulling her magic back. “What does this dragon want?”
The rose elf glances my way. “Well he is waiting at your house to ask about Terrick isle.”
“You let a dragon in my house!” Amanda hops over the bar running to the door. “You handle the bar. I gotta keep my house standing.” Jess giggles as the dark foreboding one exits the bar.
I watch as Jess walks around the bar easily. She picks up my glass and tosses the liquor I really dislike. “Did you want some wine instead?”
Rubbing my face, I really wish I could just go back to working for my father. “I’d rather go check out the beer making process. I didn’t get this big from delivering letters, you know.” I motion to my bulky build. Jess shrugs.
A few seconds pass by with Jess fiddling, before she motions me to follow her into the back. Seeing the set up reminded me so much of home, I almost cried. I said almost. Jess better not get the wrong impression.
It takes a good hour working on the beer making process. Jess had left me, but as I am reattaching something correctly, Amanda walks in looking even more dark and foreboding. I give her a pleasant greeting and get a shock.
“I had no idea demons used lightning.” I shake it off never exactly used to magic, but now I have dragon magic protecting me. I have not even eaten in two days, yet had no desire to eat. It freaks me out when I think about it.
“I use whatever I want on the person ruining my beer.”
I look back at her. Standing, I motion to the system behind me. “I grew up working with beer. This is second nature. Being the dragon’s pet pisses me off more than you realize. It was them, him and his mother, that I wish I was food.”
The anger I had draws in faces. Cyro scowls at me. Jess looks amused more than anything. The dragon though states, “You cannot leave me. Cat will come back. I will not have Cat follow me again.” He points at the ground next to him. “Now get over here.”
Glaring, I know I have no real choice. This is my fate right now. I don’t know if it will change at some point, but I hate it. “I should’ve never agreed to be a dragon sacrifice.” Walking out, Cyro seems less than pleased with me.
Once beyond the bar, he grabs my arm and slips into his speed. Soon enough, without me even realizing it, I ride a full sized baby dragon across the plains. My brain may turn to mush right now, but my body is staying intact. I cannot even think well enough to think about home and my old friends.