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
Jeff and Dominik
“Welcome!” He stops working upon seeing me. Adam and Amy have left me here with him. I guess they don’t want to hear the story again. I somewhat do not want to hear it. “What do I owe the pleasure?”
Thinking it over, I’d rather entertain this guy than have that crowd. The thought relaxes me, so I sit down before him looking very much the youth compared to the grandfather. “Hello. My name is Dominik and I would like to hear your Isle of Terrick tale.”
“It is history not tall tale.” He scoffs at me back to fixing his doll house. “Kids these days…”
“I am planning on going there.”
He drops his sand paper staring at me like I lost my mind. “You want to go to the isle? You mean you are planning on dying? What for?”
“Personally I don’t care about the isle. My dragon friend wants to go. He heard about it and has been on a quest to find the place ever since.”
“Ha!” He laughs harshly, but after a moment switches to real laughter. When he calms enough to have a conversation he sits with me on the ground.
I waited for the laughter to die to ask, “Why is that funny?”
“My granddaddy, several greats back of course, had a dragon help him enter the isle. It takes that level of power to visit and even then it asks for death. I don’t suggest it. Nope.” He shakes his head pulling a smoke from his pocket. After offering me the drug, he lights it for himself. I refuse not wanting to waste his smokes. “He lost six men on that trip. Dangerous seas. Dangerous reef. Dangerous isle. Dangerous residents…”
“I thought it was ghosts.”
“They’re residents, aren’t they?” He stares at me. After a brief drag, he closes his eyes. “He went to that isle with fifty men. Came back with only three not too terrified to talk. I mean my granddaddy spoke, but he wasn’t the same. And that girl dragon did not seem phased at all after going. She was a strange one according to the stories.”
“Yeah.” He blows out the smoke into my face. I do not mind it, used to such poor manners by my friends. “Hartliebe, I think. She still roams the area.”
“Owns the area.” I nod well aware, at least by now, that Hartliebe owns this stretch of land, even if there is an Elfin nation as well. “She’s my owner.” I tap my arm where the man looks very interested.
“Well, bloody hell. You’re her chosen, then I shouldn’t be too worried about your death. Of course you would be trained enough…”
I stop him holding out my wand. “I got this. Besides this magic, I’ve never casted a spell.”
He sucks in a rather large puff. Blowing it out again, he turns his smoke in his fingers a little. “What is she up to, now? Did age make her…?”
“I am watching her son.” I nod. “Dragon Cyro wants to visit the isle because it’s in a book made by another elf Dragon Hartliebe owns.”
The man shakes his head. “Such a miracle so many stay with her.”
“Do we have a choice?”
“Well there is that.” He nods looking me over. “I’m Jeff, by the way.” Not that his name helps me any. “I’ll tell you the tale, but I know only half is truth and I cannot say which half.”
The tale is much like the others I heard, so the truth would be what I find the same and the lies would be those that are different. However not much is different even though the stories came from different people. I frown listening to it again. “Hartliebe made it possible.” The others did not say the leader’s friend was a girl nor a dragon, but they told it much the same otherwise. I can believe Hartliebe did help them. “So the isle is her land?”
“No. As far as I know it is no one’s land.” Jeff frowns dosing his smoke with his boot. “I should get back to work.”
“I should go find Dragon Cyro.”
“Good luck with the quest.” He waves at me picking up his sandpaper again.
Nodding, I feel like I need luck. Lots of it. Cyro picked a random place and it seems more dangerous than any other place I ever heard of. And Cat will not help, that I am certain of. Maybe Kristen will have the secret of how to get in and out without dying or losing our minds. Cyro does not have much of a mind to lose, but I am just an elf. Even with dragon blood, I can die like an elf. I do not have his armor or body. Those ghosts can kill me.
Walking back through the village, I notice very few people on the streets. The sun has dropped to the horizon and my eyes look for the sign of an inn, but I cannot find one before darkness hits. And no lights show on the roads.
I need a torch. Out comes my wand and the simple word, “Light.” Now I can see where I am going. Just where do I need to go to find a place to rest for the night?