*Prologue*
I swear I'm not usually a gullible person, but it was right in front of me. Almost surreal, but I know this wasn't fake. It couldn't be. It had to be real. Surely, I couldn't be that loopy. I've heard of temporary lapses of sanity, but this would be pretty over the top.
Every time I tried to close my eyes and reopen them to make sure they weren't playing tricks on me; it was still there. Just sitting there, as calm as ever. Maybe it's the sleep deprivation, but I'm seeing this clear as day right now.
I can't deny it. How could I? It's not every day that you find a petite cyan dragon on your very school grounds. Or maybe it is, maybe that's just life... What the hell would I know? I've only been alive for 15 years and apparently, I know nothing about this world.
And either I'm getting loopier by the minute, or this small, peculiar creature is calling to me.
Why?
What could he possibly want from me?
I guess there's only one way to find out...
YOU ARE READING
Age Of The Dragon. Book I.
Fantasy****************************************** "Arabella you need to be fully present for this to work. You need to feel-" "You think I don't feel? Trust me I'm feeling a lot... and I FEEL like you're just wasting your time. I'm not cut out for this. I...
