It was a day like any other for me, the sun was shining, there was a light breeze going through the trees, and the village where I was born and raised was just reaching the sleepy part of the afternoon when everyone was finishing their daily routine in the square. I of course was laying on a grassy hill with a bit of hay in my mouth watching the clouds roll by.
I was avoiding my father, the blacksmith, again. He wanted me to follow in his footsteps and go into the trade like his father before him, and his father before him and so on so forth spanning back to when the village was first started. The problem was, I didn't want to become a blacksmith like my father, or learn any of the trades offered here in the village. Then again, I didn't know what I wanted to do. I was almost seventeen, the time when those of each generation were to pick their trade and take it over from the previous head by the time they reached their twenty first year.
I wanted to make my dad proud, but something just kept telling me that the blacksmith trade wasn't right. There was something important I was meant to do, but what? "Tyro!" I heard someone shout, with a sigh I lifted myself into a sitting position on the hill only to see my mother standing at the edge of the village looking for me. Very few people ever left the safety of the village.
Long ago, just as the founders had traveled here from the capitol, Ravenight, to start Northsune. There were tales of dragons, ancient beings who could control the elements at will. The most powerful of these dragons were the ones who could control the four elements that made up every piece of the known world. First there was Emberstone, the dragon said to control fire, could hurtle fireballs ten times hotter than the sun and anything in its path would turn to ash before it even made contact.
Next came Seadrop, the dragon who could control water, our ancestors often prayed to the dragon when droughts came around, but could also cause terrible storms when angered. The dragon said to control the earth was known as Stalacate, it is why the landscape is either interesting or completely boring. Interesting because when it would fight another dragon, mountains would appear wherever it landed. Boring because it often liked to roll around in the soil creating the flatland where we live.
Finally there is the mysterious dragon of air, Whisp, not much is actually known about this dragon since very few have ever actually seen it. However, there are rumors that this dragon lives high above the clouds where people could only ever dream of going. These dragons were uncontrollable, cities and villages would fall with only a single roar from any of them. People would often cower in fear of these dragons until they decided to move on. Then one day all of the dragons just, vanished. To this day, not a soul knows what became of them. "Tyro!" My mother called again.
She had spotted me. 'Great,' I thought, 'Now I'll be given a list of chores to complete before the end of the day.' I took my time walking back to mother with her raggedy dress and her tangled hair.
"Tyro, do you know how dangerous it is to be out there in the field without anything to protect you?"
"Yes, but I have a feeling you're going to tell me anyway."
"Very dangerous!" Called it. "Why do you think we stay within the boundaries of the village where the elders can protect us?"
"Mom, there hasn't been a dragon in fifty years! You're worried over nothing!"
"Nothing? Tell me it's nothing when a dragon, from out of nowhere, swoops down and scoops up you and others throughout the village!" She gave me her wide-eyed look as she said this, her brown eyes popping out of her head like a toad's when you hold it too tight.
My mom was one of those types in the village, she knows the dragons left ages ago but is often paranoid of their return. The type who looked to the skies to make sure that dragons wouldn't come down and scoop up the children when no one was paying attention. Mother all of a sudden grabbed my wrist and started to pull me back into the village.
"You've got a lot of chores to do young man!" Thought so.
However, just as we were entering the village, I heard a roar. Not a loud roar, just a quiet one carried on the wind. It didn't sound like one that I had heard before. Just as quickly as I had heard it, the sound was gone and I was thrown into the hustle and bustle of the village to take care of my chores.