CHAPTER 1

These are dark times; sorrow has fallen on every corner of thisonce beautiful world. The newest race of Dragon Warriors hasbeen born, and we, the only three dragons left in existence, arepowerless to stop them. Our sister of Dagenbrothe, still unhatched, is farfrom battle and short yet of a human to be her master. Our only hopenow delicately lies within the hands of a young boy. Yet still to a boy ofmiraculous power, that of which no human or dragon has ever possessed.His powers, however, are still developing, but the time is drawing nearfor his powers to come to him, nearer then he could ever imagine. Myname's Deltorn and I am one of the final dragons, although, I am thelast who comes from the Northern tribe, Kadenbrothe, the tribe of fire.Along with the new help of the prophesied one, and also with the helpof my two kin, Saphire from the Southern tribe, Asenbrothe, the tribeof water and ice, and Sparks from the Western tribe, Elescenbrothe, thetribe of air and electricity, we will defeat the Dragon Warriors and endtheir reign of tyranny forever!"

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Just on the northern coast of Dragona, past the gleaming bayof Simeria, and below the monstrous cliff side of Teller's Ledge,there lived a boy by the name of Robert. He was a plain, ordinarysixteen year old boy who lived with his two parents by the namesof Arthur and Marylin Stevenson and ... the rest of his farm. Itwasn't the nicest in Algoosta; it didn't have big, fancy barns and hogpens. Quaintly, his farm was small, roughly six acres, some of whichwas sheep pens, but there was still plenty to do. He was always putin charge of the boring things; sweeping the floor of the kitchen,changing hay every day for the animals, and making sure therewere always five sheep in the pen. To him, his life was nothing butbasic. He didn't really have a plan for his life yet, and the chances ofhim actually making it somewhere in this world were slim to none.He couldn't do anything special; he couldn't even draw a circlecorrectly.

He was hardly athletic, though he could hit a baseball and kicka soccer ball, but he wasn't good enough for an actual sports team.He just couldn't find out what he was good at, he was talentless; hedidn't even have a girlfriend, someone he had hoped he would'vehad by then.

But what he did have was a view. His house was located justabove the beach, sitting on a rock ledge, overlooking the bay, andeven the ocean. It was a good spot, and not just because it helpedwhen the beach flooded, but because he always had a place to thinkand be by himself. The ledge was dotted with bushes baring flowersof all sorts of colors and fragrances. And perfect enough; two smallpalm trees were planted directly on the edge of it. They were justwide enough to place a hammock in between them, and Robert usedit many times when it was warm enough out. He just wished he hadsomeone to share it with.

His friends were great, and they loved coming over to visit, theshore was always warm and the water was filled with so much lifethat you'd never get unoccupied. His life just wasn't very unique, andhe really didn't have any way to change that. At least, he thought so,until he discovered a very important secret that changed the courseof his life, forever.

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"Robert," yelled his mother, "Yorke's sitting here ready to go, areyou still sleeping?"

"Just a sec'," called back Robert.

Soon after Nathaniel beat his brother in the duel, he began toconstruct a town on the island, and eventually, over the decades, itactually turned into Algoosta. It had everything anyone would everneed. Of course, it had a schooling system, it had a few restaurants,a post office, a dock, and it had a couple of retail shops as well. Therewas a single gas station that always had cheap gas, which no one onthe island thought worse of. Life, too had replenished itself, givingAlgoosta a fresh scent, and a wonderfully colorful appearance. Aforest had even grown next to the town; it had been named after agreat leader of the old clan, Finnegan. Cliffs still dotted the outerrim of the island, and a reef littered the ocean floor surroundingthe island.

It was currently summer break at the Algoosta High Schooland Robert was enjoying all two months of it. He'd started hisfirst day off by just going to the pool with his two friends AJ andJackson. They had had races, contests, and almost all the funthat could be possessed in a single year. After that they didn'treally do anything except play games on Jackson's PlayStation.Unfortunately for Robert, he wasn't very good at these either, andthey always ended in him with the lowest score. But that wasn'treally his favorite part of summer vacation anyways. He loved tosee the clock strike three-fifteen and the class rush out the glassdoors and out of the school. In fact, once the crowd was so roughthat he accidentally bumped into his sister Samantha ... but ...that was before she died.

She had been in his class as well as AJ. Jackson had been inanother. She'd been walking home from school one day with himand she ran across a crosswalk and was hit by an oncoming truck.

Robert could still see it being replayed in his head day after day.The screams, the thoughts that must have been running in his head,it was almost too much for him. Little by little He remembered thedistinct scent of gasoline just as he was turning the corner onto thewalk, and he saw her whole body fly back a ways before coming toa sudden stop at the end of the block, she hadn't been moving. Heremembered his heart literally stopping for at least two seconds.Sounds and sights had become meaningless, distant; all he wasconscious of was his sisters limp body. He remembered the boilinghot tears that quickly consumed his face as he ran over to her side,to check if she was still alive. He recalled the sirens, and the lights asthe ambulance arrived and erupted men and women who tore himfrom her grasp, all the while he had cried, and struggled to her aid.But he also remembered the terrible part about the entire ordeal. Thefact that there was no one driving the vehicle ... well ... that was,no one ever came out of it to help, and no one ever found anyoneinside of the truck.

Robert had done all he could to help her, but by the time theambulance had arrived, he knew that she was near death's door. Theonly thing he really remembered also from that day was that twocloaked men had slowly been walking by, and one of them had asmall remote control cradled in his right arm. Arthur had rushed tothe hospital as soon as he received word of the accident, but cameback empty-handed, and with the worst of news.

"Come on Robert! Do I need to come up there?" yelled hismother again.

Robert suddenly awoke from his daydream.

"Hold on, I'm coming." "You'd better be," she mumbled back.

Robert quickly got up and looked over at his mirror. He flincheda little at his terrible bed head. His brown hair was all over andhis usually bright green eyes were now just a sickly olive color. Heturned his head and cracked it a bit, he yawned and then slowly butsurely got out of bed. He opened up his oak dresser and slipped ona dirty T-shirt, and hustled downstairs. His home also wasn't thefanciest. It looked like just about every other house in the area, butit was very small. He swung around the stairs and patted Yorke onthe head. Robert walked over to the coat rack to grab Yorke's leash,but it wasn't there. Robert turned around to see that the dog had itgrasped in his large wet...