Dr. John Smith, Dragon breeder

Dr. John Smith was born in 1993. His family was famous for travelling with young children and exposing young minds to the dangers of the world. As a baby, he became used to the constant travel and playing with young dragons. His parents allowed him to keep baby stars, the most loyal spices to exist.

John was home-schooled throughout his primary school years, he always enjoyed DT, Johns parents put him up to extraordinary tasks having to get plants and making dragon models. He became a master at models at 11 years old. This was probably because he spent most of his free time making paper-mache models. 

The time when secondary school came around, he attended St Owls Academy in Alzebra City. john got in trouble because his star followed him into school. Due to being home-schooled in his primary years, he didn’t have many friends. John was an outcast and when his star followed him everyone started to ignore him.

John  is best known for his breeding zoo -Johns Breeding Center- where he breeds and develops dragons. He believed that he could bring dragons from the peak of extinction. He succeeded. He is now loved by many and hopes to live a long happy life. John got married in 2020 to his now wife, Millie he is hopping to start a family soon.

Something was whimpering in the bushes, scrambling around. James, whose back got a chilling shiver, poked his head out from the tent; however a thought of danger swept his mind. Howles erupted, keeping his ground he called for Captain Esra.

It was no Esvlab Goblin: instead, it was a dog-like creature, mot having a clue what it was, he shouted for Captain Esra to come faster. She came worried. As soon as, Captain Esra saw the creature she exclaimed “It’s a baby drowf!” James looked at her in confusion “It’s known for its fearsome looks,poor thing must’ve got lost.”

Captain Esra held the drowf in her hands, as she went back to camp. James just looked at it not buying his cuteness, he was almost sure the rest of the crew would think the same of the drowf. They didn’t.

As the days went by, James was growing attached to Malcolm (the drowf). Captain Esra was determined to cear for Malcolm. Later that day, James took on a walk and saw a pack of drowfs. Malcolm hid behind James.

In the heart of the Esvlab Mountains, where the Iosa army screamed and hunted, mountains stood like obedient soldiers. The Iosa army marched around the village scaring off predators. Unknown animals howled. Seemingly stuck amidst the forest filled mountains, James and Captain Esra found themselves stranded. Once a marvellous skyship, the Skylighter was now a half-buried wreckage.   

The Skylighter

The Skylighter glided effortlessly through the air, it’s intratec design showing humans the skill of the ancients. James looked from below the deck, exited for his first adventure beyond Azabla Island. “Captain Esra, how much longer to Clove Island?” He asked food the third time in a minute.

Before Esra could answer, a loud bang echoed in the solid clouds.  Alarms screamed as chaos erupted. “What was that?!” James asked, scared. Esra rushed to the wheel, trying to regain control, desperately.

“We’ve been hit by the Iosa army!” Esra yelled urgently. James froze -his mind was in horror- at the thought of being stranded. The Sklighter started to pull to the ground. Above the Esvlab Mountains, that were located deep inside the Smlej Forest, the Skylighter crashed. James tumbled in the ship terrified.

They were stranded in the Esvlab Mountains, not far from the Iosa village (the village of the monsters). James wondered what horrible dangers lay ahead in these mountain. Will the Esvlab creatures come? Will James and Esra live?    

8 things found in a explorer’s backpack 

A pixie (that’s made from core memories)

To guide you through the wilderness.

The world’s most finest coat -found in the Turkish Mountains-

To keep you warm in the snow.

Three notebooks, filled with stories of the adventures,

To keep the memories alive.

A rope (made from the first-class trees)

Helping along the way.

The picture of their loved one -printed on the most rarest paper-

To never forget them.

Five water bottles, filled with the water from the Fiji mountains,

Never leaving your side.

A pickaxe (made from sterling silver)

To climb the mountains.

The poisoned apple -found in the cliffs of Wales-

Made to eliminate everyone slowing them down.

My Spectacular Dragon 

Behold my electric dragon

A spectacular creature of lighting.

Its eyes yellow with pleasure 

His right eyelid has a sword piercing

Made by a soldier, previously.

A tail of gold,light like a feather,

Its spine has bumps of electricity. 

Within its soft scales,skin

Glowing like lighting.

His giant wings a soft blue,

Longing to be released.

Its white teeth,sharp as daggers

Ready to devour anything given.

He dances in the spotlight,

Like a gazelle.

Hes ears flinch, 

In the fear of others.

His jaws curled,

With lighting crackling throughout.

Its tongue rough like sandpaper

Evaporates everything he licks.

Claws taken care of, filed down

His gradient blue lips,

Glowed in the storm.

Its misunderstood soul, 

Laid on the canvas grass. 

You are lucky Labrador dog,

Waiting for it food, waiting for its owner

You are a red rose in a bouquet,

Separated from its family.

You are the moon,

Crying in the the dark,

Waiting for a good person to come and appreciate you.

You are a lonely calf,

Running to its field of dreams.

You are a sharp knife,

Slicing the bad.

You are majestic tiger,

Eating its prey.

You are a baby kangaroo,

In your mothers pouch,

Protected.

You are a word,

Waiting to be written.

You are butter,

Smothering the pan.

You are the future time,

Looking into the past.

You a glass slipper,

Abandoned by cinderella at the steps.

You are a Monday morning,

Ready to toucher everyone,

Mentally.

You are a strand of hair,

That’s been cut, 

off from everything.

You are a clock,

Ticking,

Ticking for life.      

You are the end.