Time of dragons

Time, they say time heals all wounds. Time they say it is the force that keeps on going with brute power. We are all bound to experience as the time ticks by. Little can we do to change, we all age and die.  At least for most of us that is, in this world of ancient rites and magic some are fighting back against the tooth of time. For most of us we never see such dark magic, only the choice few are able to live for ever. I am Evan, my house is just a on the brink of being swallowed by the mighty sea.

I life in a fishing town where the man works hard for the catch and we don’t know of dark powers and magic. A few years back a wizard came to this town, claiming to turn water into wine. We sent him running for his money as we kicked him out with a sword through his heart. The towns people are nervous about magic, they cannot understand the beauty of it; and something that they cannot explain must die. It is tragic for those who try to get along with magic, it is tragic for me.

For you see, I wanted to be a wizard for all my life. I tried to understand the powers at play, but I was caught and my books were burned to ash. Dragons and wizards bring bad luck they say. They have the illusion every wizard has a dragon as a companion. An illusion sadly not true, of course every wizard dreams of a dragon as a companion or even as a tutor. But dragons are hard to come by, most dragons avoid humans as much as possible. Only those who can climb the highest mountains are deemed worthy to the dragons to be tutored by them. I often dream about climbing the mountain that trapped out little village against the sea. But no dragon was spotted in the peaks. I was doomed, doomed to life a live of simplicity here in the town while I wanted so much more.

You should be careful what you wish for. What started like a normal night for me turned out to put my world upside down like nothing I'd experienced before.  here I was, alone in the forest experimenting with magic on the risk of my own life. Honestly I did not care less because the magic made me feel alive. I knew that I had to seek help from a wizard some time since I could not do anything but to let some water float above the surface. I want to do that still some day but I never was able to leave or knew where the colleges of wizards were.

The night was quiet and the sky was filled with stars and nebula,  I was trying to create a perfect sphere of water as the most awkward and strangest thing happened to me. Because suddenly with a burst of a purple-blue light the ball of water light up. The light was almost blinding to me, I had to close my eyes and did not see what was going on. It could not be my magic, it couldn’t be. I was in full control before it happened and now it drains my energy. I tried to dim the light with all my might but I could not do it, it felt as something appeared in the ball I created and it was draining my energy.

Next thing I knew I was laying down with my face in the dirt, the crimson sun was already rising above the sea and the fisherman where leaving. I had only a hour before I had to open up my shop, ‘Evan’s rare furniture’ I called it. I admit I was not making any good profit but it sustained the costs of my house and the food. I reached out my hands to stand up until my right hand bumped into something smooth and warm. I looked to my side to see an egg laying in the grass. The shell was the same purple-blue as the light that I remembered seeing. “did I make that?”  I thought by myself as I carefully took the egg and inspect it. the egg was the size of a big tuna and too heavy to pick up with one hand.

I remembered at that time I saw something written in the book. I flipped it open and saw the shape and size of the egg on the chapter of ‘rare creatures’. I studied the page as I read that the egg belonged to a dragon, the page intrigued me, could this really be a dragon egg? I softly knocked on the shell, the egg made a sharp sound as if the creature inside protested.

“dragon eggs are rare to be found, the parents guard the egg with aggression. Anyone who tries to come to close to a nest will meet sudden doom. But an egg is never found that easy, dragon eggs are well hidden within cave systems deep in dragon terratorium and high in the mountains. Most dragons warn travellers who enter a dragon’s terrarium that they should not wonder of the paths and not climb the mountains.

Dragons are known to adopt eggs from other parents but in an utter and most rare occasions when the last of the parents is dying from being attacked; the dragon will send with the last breath and power the egg he or she deems the strongest towards the nearest  inelegance life form that controls magic, under the condition that the life form is not the attacker himself.”

I could not believe my own eyes, I was sent a dragon egg. But no dragons were around, nor I heard a power struggle of any kind. My mind was overfilling with questions, almost to forgetting that I had to open the shop in a few. By some strange force I managed to pick up the book and egg to make my way towards my house. It was a close call; I was nearly caught by one of the towns guards, it they saw me with a dragons egg and the magic book I would be a dead man. I hid the book on the usual place, behind a clause with books about wood working. The egg I had no place for, I simply put it inside a steel locker that was standing behind the counter. When I was done I could examine it more carefully.