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
Allison and Dominik
As we fly together, I try to figure out how to explain my need for rest. Real rest. This constant going all the time will make me crazy. Dealing with him needs eloquence. “Dragon Cyro.”
“You want more food.” He nods. “I smell sheep up ahead.”
Again with the sheep? I shake my head. Of course sheep means shepherd. Shepherd means farm house nearby. Perhaps we can rest there. “Not food. I need rest. Sleep, dragon. Do you ever sleep?”
“Once in a blue, I guess.” He shrugs while in flight. Then he slows watching me closely. “You are not dying are you? Sleep means death.”
Where does this even come from? I gap at him. Really, Cyro? Sleep means death? “No, I need a recharge. I can survive on your magic. But survival is not all I wish to do. I need peak form. That means rest.”
“We can stop here.” He motions to the ground. I shake the idea off. “Then with the sheep?” He points ahead. I can see the animals in the distance now. A shepherdess guards them with more spunk than Mark did those couple days ago. Have I been up that long?
“How about with the elven shepherdess?” I nod at the girl. She looks about my age. Old enough to be called an adult. Not old enough to be trusted ‘adulting’.
“You seek her or her bed?” Cyro scratches his head. “Or is it both?”
This time I ignore his weird questions. “Let’s ask her if we can spend the night.”
“I really don’t understand elves.” Cyro stops right before the elf. She jumps finally noticing us. We were going incredibly fast. When did I get that good? Because I have spent more time flying than anything else these past few days probably. Too much flying around places. “Hey, elf.”
She responds to us by fainting. I fail at catching her. Picking her up, I look about for the house in question. None of the directions seem promising. With a sigh, I glare at Cyro. “Now what?”
“I greeted. How was I to know she would be scared of hey?” The dragon backs off looking at the sheep. He licks his lips. “We can have dinner while she naps.”
“I want to nap. Not eat.”
“Boo. Elf food turns my stomach. I want fresh meat.” He sizes up the biggest sheep in the flock. “That one calls my name.”
“Stop it Dragon Cyro.” As I reach for the wand, the girl in my arms wakes up. She stares at me shivering innocently. I place her on her feet, and she drops to the ground too weak to stand. “Miss?”
“I…” She gulps in a large amount of air. “MynameisAllison.IamaVirgo.Icannotdomagic,butpassedmyclassesbesides.Ihavebeenashepherdforsixyearsnow.Myparentsaredead,butmysistertakescareof…”
“What?” I blink looking at the mad rush of girl. She blinks back staring wide eye at me.
“I never met a God before. Have I been chosen?”
I rub my face. I need to figure out how to get rid of this glamour. Too much dragon magic surrounding me. “I am no god. You are not chosen. My friend and I would like a place to stay for the night.”
She stares at me in disbelief. “Right. Not a god. Just his messenger. I will do everything you request of me.” She whistles calling the sheep to her. “Time to go home.”
The walk back to the farmhouse leaves me in shallow disbelief. She continues to eye me and Cyro. Cyro does not look like an elf, so she must think strange things about him. I wonder what exactly she sees when looking at me. Whatever she sees, it is wrong. I am far from the norm when it comes to elves. I try to ignore her casual glances. Now as I look closer, I know she is younger than me. Almost a kid.
“Tiffany! A God came to me in the field!”
“No god would come to you. Why are you…?” The older sister looks much more my age as she gets to the door. She slows silent upon seeing us. Cyro tilts his head. His smile reaches her as a hand does. “Who are you?”
“Cyro. And this is my servant Dominik.” He nods my way losing eye contact, which may be for the best. I give a low bow. “He needs rest. I want to eat your sheep.”
She pales at those words. I shake my head pulling Cyro back a bit. “Can we talk a bit, Tiffany?”
“Go back to the fields with the sheep, Allison. I’ll greet them properly.” She holds the door open for us. “Back to the fields, Ally.”
“But, the God came to me.” She whines collecting her sheep again. I vaguely watch her leave before following Cyro into the house.