SS The Dragon’s Quest for Hopper:: Chapter 26 : Adam and Dominik

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

[WIP: The Dragon’s Quest for Hopper]

Adam and Dominik

The flight goes on for twenty four hours before I tell him I need a break.  It takes another hour or so to find a place we can stop.  This village, like many of the others, has people I want to ignore.  However traveling with a dragon looking like a god, I can’t.

It seems word of our visit gets around fast.  Sitting to eat, rest, and drink, I gain an audience.  Carl, John, and Adam talk for me.  I make a few comments, only a word here or there and those three made it into a bard’s tale.  I can nod and get a long monologue about my non existent battles.  I don’t know how to stop them.  Cyro snickers while being half ignored.  I am tempted to force them onto him, see how he likes it.

Of course in the midst of one of their tall tales, I realize the importance of them: girls.  These three loud mouths are trying for the three popular females: Lynne, Holly, and Amy.  Rolling my eyes leads them on a journey over the ocean.

“Can you stop, please?”  I ask of them, but this ends up me telling a sea witch to stop.  The entire audience follows their every word.

Unable to stomach more food, nor does this count as rest, I try walking away.  They follow.  During the escape of the bar, I lose Cyro.  He probably did that on purpose wanting freedom from the crowds.  Escape does not happen for me.

“And then he moved between rocks on his sea voyage to the Isle of Terrick…” Adam tells them, which stops me.  He knows about the Terrick Isle?  Why?

“Hold on.  You know about the isle?”  I grab his shoulders shaking him a little.  This finally has the group pull back.

Adam stares at my actions until I release him.  “Of course I know.  I’m the great, great, great, great, great, great, great grandson of Old Pops.  Or did I miss a great?”  He scratches his chin.  “I was planning as a youngster to become a pirate just like him.  And if I never found Miss Amy, I would have.”

Stupid guys showing off for the girls.  I want to wallop him for the stupidity.  “He really found the isle?”

“The tale says he did.  The story passed down through my family.  Although I cannot say if it has changed in the years.  You know how stories get…”

“I know.”  I stop the windbag.

Adam blinks at me looking at the crowd just a step beyond us.  “You are planning on going to the isle?  I mean I said you went already, but I was only turning you into a…”

“I figured that out already.  Your audience probably did to.  Now can you tell me and…”  Where did Cyro go now?  “Whatever.  Can you tell me the tale?”

He stares at me funny for a long moment, then shrugs.  “Well I can bring you to my grandfather.  He tells the tale much better than I.”

Exhausted by all the crap they forced me into, I hope the grandfather will give me a little bit of peace and quiet while telling the tale.  Dorothy had a lot of it and several of the Mad Hatters we have met told a similar tale.  But to hear it from one who is the descendant should be a slight bit different.

I allow Adam to take me back to his house.  Most of the crowd followed his friends excluding his girl.  Tall tales or not, I think they will be a thing.  It is just teenage angst that causes them to act like this.  There was never a girl I could show off for.  No one ever looked my way.

Ha, even the first time Cat saw me, she passed over me without a second thought.  I had to earn the right for her to see me.  How sad for me.  Now though her body weaves its way through my thoughts as well as she did the other day.

“He’s in here.”  Adam motions to an out of the way cottage.  He has his girl’s hand.  “Grandpa!”  The loud knocking and voice has me wonder if the old man is deaf.

As I move closer I realize no.  He has loud hobbies.  As I look closer still I see a doll house being built.  What a weird descendant.


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