There once lived a man named Graemor. He was tall, brawny, and had long black hair and a beard. He lived in a cabin with his wife, Erasel, who was about nine months pregnant and they were expecting a child soon.
Graemor worked on building a cart during his spare time, so that his horse could pull him, his wife, and their child, if they were tired of walking.
One day, while he was working on his cart, he came across a man who offered one thousand British pounds for his horse. Graemor said that he would have to think about the offer and to come back another day.
He was just finishing his cart up, when he heard a loud scream, "The baby's coming!!!! The baby's coming!!!!" Graemor quickly rushed to the cabin where Erasel was and went inside.
"What should we name him?" asked Graemor.
"I'm not sure," replied Erasel. "We'll let him decide."
And soon enough, he learned how to walk, read, write, and speak at an early age, so he found a book on names and he picked the first one. "Aringor," he said.
So his mother and father started calling him by that name, and they grew to like it too.
Graemor decided to go out into town with the horse and cart, when he met, by the side of the road, the man who made an offer on his horse.
"Ya' thot abou' the offer me good sir?" asked the man.
"Yes, and I wish to decline," he replied, and went on towards town.
When he arrived he noticed that Erasel was crying, and she had a letter in her hand that had been opened.
"What's the matter?" Graemor asked, and she gave him the letter. It read:
Dear Sir Graemor,
You have been chosen of many to accompany us in war known as 'The Battle of the Three Nations' where the two armies of the nearest countries (France, Germany) make an alliance together to fight the British army. France and Germany have two very strong armies so we need every man in Britain to fight with us.
The British Counsel
"Graemor please, don't go!" said Erasel.
"But I have to." he replied. "Don't worry, It's going to be alright. I promise."
She peered out from underneath her hands, which were covering her face.
"Promise?" she repeated.
"Promise," he assured her, and left.
He left the cart in the stable, but took the horse with him.
The first few days Aringor couldn't make it without crying occasionally, but after a few weeks he managed to grow up without a having a father to care and protect him.
He was allowed to send one letter each day, and they all went to his father. Sadly Graemor didn't have much time to reply to them, because he was busy from four thirty in the morning to midnight.
The years went by, and every once and a while, Aringor would write to his father asking when he was coming home, and he would reply saying that it would only be a few years more.
And so, Aringor continued writing his daily letters and Graemor continued replying to them every two or three days, but then, without notification, he stopped answering his letters. Aringor quickly ran downstairs and told his mother.
"He has probably begun the war," she said.
"Well, then what has he been doing all this time, from four thirty in the morning to midnight?" he asked.
"Training, my dear. Every soldier needs a lot of training," she replied.
Nine years had passed, and Erasel received a letter from the counsel telling her that her husband had died, and the grief and sadness came upon them again.
Erasel's sister, Maria, was expecting a child soon, and in a few weeks she had twins. But there was a problem, and she started to bleed. They managed to save the twins, but Maria died because of the loss of blood.
Erasel adopted the two children because they had no mother, and men aren't good with kids. But it wasn't long before winter came, and Erasel grew ill. "When it seemed that all hope of survival was lost, they were forced to leave their home and their journey began."
Aringor packed their stuff into the cart, and started walking. He wasn't really walking in any particular direction, but somehow, Aringor knew there was hope.
It didn't help that the snow was up to their knees, and Aringor had to push the cart, with the supplies, his mother, and the two children, which she named Morris and Grub, on his own.
Aringor was hoping that he would be following someone, but who was there to follow? Oh, yes. There was someone, someone who has not yet been mentioned in the story. Aringor had a dog. He was quite a loyal dog, and he could sniff things out from a kilometre away. His name was Scruffy.
Thankfully, Scruffy had lead Aringor to the peak of a hill, so it wasn't so hard to push the cart down it.
At the bottom of the hill, was a forest. It was very dense, but not leafy. There was a path, which Aringor used to get across the forest, because it was hopeless to try to make it through anywhere else.
He walked through the forest, for a countless number of days, until he could go no further. He came to a stream, from which he drank to quench his thirst.
Aringor had just finished drinking from the stream, when he saw, a reflection in the water that was not his. He looked up, and there in front of him was...
He looked slowly behind him, only to see his own dark shadow on the ground. He walked very quietly through the forest, but did not see anything. Then he thought that it must have been all in his head, so he turned around to continue drinking from the stream, but bumped into something. He lifted his hand and touched what he had bumped into. It's surface was rough and dry, and was a greyish tone of red. He walked backwards a few steps, and he knew immediately what this thing was, or creature might I say. Further described, it had sharp claws, enormous wings, cat-like ears and a long tail. Oh, and it could breath fire too. Yes, it was a dragon.
Aringor stood still, as the dragon lowered his head until its eyes met up with his. He stared strait into the dragon's eyes and the dragon did the same. They were both motionless. Aringor courageously raised his hand slowly and touched the dragon between its nostrils. The dragon remained still for a few seconds, but then...
It picked him up between its teeth and threw him onto its back, and started to fly high above the ground. He held onto its neck and closed his eyes, so that he wouldn't have to watch himself die. But as it turned out, he did not die. In fact, he felt quite comfortable. Well, maybe a little too comfortable. Given the fact that the dragon was going at a dangerous speed, Aringor's arms slipped from its neck and he fell off of its back. He had almost reached the ground, when the dragon swooped down and picked him up, just in time. It flew for a while, until finally it landed in a dry area. The ground was made of dirt and rock, and there wasn't a tree or bush for miles. Aringor stayed on the dragon's back, as it went inside a nearby cave.
It was dark and cold at first, but the dragon drew a breath of fire onto a torch and lit up the cave. The first torch lit the next one, and the next one lit the one after it, and so on. Soon, Aringor could see most of the cave quite clearly, but not all of it. It seemed as though it was endless.
The dragon started to walk deeper into the cave. It was mostly just a long tunnel, but it got wider and taller, and Aringor could now see the end of it. There were dragons of all different kinds, inside the cave, and he was beggining to worry. The dragon that I was riding flew down into a hole in the ground and, as it turned out, they were not yet at the end of the cave.
"Aringor, where are you?" said Erasel, his mother.
She was still in the forest, looking for him. Once she had gone as far as she could, she stopped searching and made a fire. She pushed the cart beside the fire, and took out three blankets. She gave one to Moris, one to Grub, and kept one for herself. Then she laid down on the ground, and fell asleep.
That night, the dragon landed in the spot where Erasel, Moris and Grub were. He got off of the dragon's back, and touched it gently.
"Thanks, buddy," he whispered, and then walked quietly to the cart, grabbed a blanket, and slept next to Erasel.
The next day, Aringor awoke to the sound of the birds chirping in their nests. And it was not long before he made so much noise that he woke up the rest of his family too.
"Aringor, you're alive!" said Moris.
"Is that supposed to be a good thing?" asked Grub.
"Yes, it is," Moris replied.
"Okay, listen up guys. You know how we have to find a new house and all? Well, I thought maybe we could build one here!" said Aringor.
"Well, I don't know..." Erasel started to say.
"Don't worry, mom... I brought a friend," he said.
The dragon came out from the forest, and Erasel screamed and ran away. It chased after her, growling and snapping at her. She ran as fast as she could, but the dragon had no hesitation in keeping up with her.
"I don't know why he's doing this, it's not normal!" said Aringor.
It turned around, and started attacking him. He dodged it, most of the time, when it clamped its jaws at him, but then it got him. It flung him up into the air, and was about to eat him, when he was picked up by something. He landed roughly on the ground, and then everything went black. When he opened his eyes, he saw his mother looking down at him.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"Yes, mother. I'm fine," he replied.
He looked to his right and saw the dragon, lying on the ground. It was unmistakably dead. Next to the dragon was a girl. She had long blonde hair, and a sword in her hand.
Suddenly, another dragon swooped down and picked Erasel up. Aringor tried to jump and stop it, but it was too late. She was gone.
"Don't just stand there, come on!" said the girl, "Oh, and my name's Julia, by the way."
"But how do we know where she's being taken?" asked Aringor.
"I can tell by the direction it was flying in, and the type of dragon. It's going to the goblin fortress." She replied.
"But that's across the river..." he said.
"I know," said Julia.
Aringor was flipped head over heels onto a gryphon, and was soon flying towards the goblin fortress.
"Wait, where's Moris and Grub?" he asked, as he looked behind himself.
"Right here," they replied.
The gryphon spotted the dragon, as it dropped Erasel onto the ground, and dove, full speed. It glided swiftly through the air and picked her up gently.
Once they had made it back to the forest, Aringor started to build a house. He worked day and night, until it was finally completed. Once he was finished, they lived there forever. But it wasn't just them that lived there, because if it wasn't for Julia, they would never have survived.