wish dragon *

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Summary:

*inspired by Netflix movie "wish dragon".

When Arthur runs away from home, he has an encounter with an annoying dragon who is stuck inside a tea pot.
Apparently, the dragon offers three wishes to whoever frees him.
Naturally, Arthur is an idiot. So he wishes to be a king.

A.N.://

The summary is a lot funnier than the story.

It just took so long and I got frustrated, rewrote the ending five times and then gave up.
It's not that bad.
But I feel it's rushed and I don't really enjoy this story. But that won't stop me from posting it.
The art should be worth it. I liked the visual.... and then I had to write it in context and now it's ruined XD

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It began exactly where it ended. In a small town somewhere in the south of the UK. The name of it was hard to pronounce and unnecessary to remember.
Hardly anyone ever moved here. Only ever away.
Well.. except for maybe the young couple that had moved in next to them this morning.
But Arthur hadn't bothered to look who they were. All he knew was that his parents weren't exactly fans of them.

Arthur lay in his bedroom.

It was a small little thing. There was nothing special about it. He had a bed and a desk with a chair. In the one corner stood a wardrobe and right next to it Arthur's bookshelf. Now, Arthur didn't own many books. He had a few of his favorite lined up in them. But that was already it.
He didn't have any personalized items.

There was one family picture on his wall that may qualify as that. But Arthur's parents had insisted he put it up. On it, you could see his two parents, smiling into the camera, while Arthur stood between them. He smiled as well, but Arthur found it looked forced.

His mother looked like a kind woman. With middle long brown hair. She looked like the kind of person whom you would put into a stock picture to describe her as both a mom and a business woman.
With wrinkles in a laughing face.
His father on the other hand, was a sturdier man, with a beard, but basically no hair on his head. He looked friendly in the picture too, but he also appeared very demanding and – as he probably wanted – as the boss of the family, so to speak.

Ironically, Arthur had never taken the two for the kind of people who'd ever have children.
Let alone together.
Love is a mysterious thing.

Another thing Arthur didn't own was a mirror. The one in the bathroom was enough, so his parents said.
His clothes lay scattered all over the floor. For a room with so little possessions, Arthur surely managed to keep it disorganized. With his school books and papers littering all around as well. It was pure chaos. But he didn't bother cleaning up.

He had just gotten home from school. He wasn't planning to do anything for the rest of today.

His mom would probably shout at him later, but he didn't really care.

Arthur stared at the ceiling. He lay on the ground in the middle of the chaos. The quiet was only interrupted by the radio. The one good song they had and that was repeated so many times it had Arthur's ears hurt, was interrupted by the hourly News.
Not that Arthur listened to it.
He felt hungry. But he knew there was hardly anything edible in the kitchen. Nothing that would give him enough energy to move anyway.
Maybe he should ask Mrs. Marison for some food later.
The old lady hat owned the bakery usually had one of two sandwiches for him, whenever he asked for it.
She was a nice woman with questionable opinions. But at least she didn't let him starve.
Not that his parents did.... except they kind of did.

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