Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-34320391-20181119131046/@comment-34572969-20181123194400

Alright, I'm bored and procrastinating on my science homework, might as well write my bit. Katina I watched nervously from the crowd as another dragon was taken from the group. Silence and stillness fell over the crowd once more. "C'mon, Kat! Just go in there!" a voice beside me whispered. I turned to look at my mother giving me an encouraging thumbs-up an subtly nodded towards the group of dragons in the centre. There were some 'basic' dragons in there, along with some more exotic ones. And Ajax wasn't lying, there was a Skrill, Deathsong and Dramillion in there, too. "There's no way I'm stepping back in there. Remember what happened last time? I was bullied for weeks after that!" I hurriedly whisper-shouted back. I shivered at the resurfacing memories. "I swear to Thor, come on, Kat!" "Mom. It's the 21st century. Literally no one believes in Thor anymore." She ignored me. "So what if last time you didn't-" "Mom! There are people here!" "Okay, okay, fine. But I promise you, it will be different this year! You want to be a Guardian, right?" "...yes," I defeatedly admitted. It would have been hard to deny. I desperately wanted to be a Guardian since I was a litle girl. My twelve-year-old self was absolutely crushed after not even a single dragon would approach her. I became the laughing stock of the village. "Well get in there! Go find yourself a dragon!" She pushed me softly into the crowd of milling dragons, waiting for someone confident enought to step forward. And that someone was definitely not me. "I hate you," I murmured under my breath. Taking in a few shaky breaths, I slowly procceeded to step forward. It was like walking into a lion's den. Beady eyes bore holes into me as I walked onwards. I could hear whispers throughout the crowd. "Isn't that that Erikson girl from last time?" "I reckon it is! What's she doing back here?" "Not worth going back, I'd say. Once dragonless, always dragonless." I tried to block them out. My hands curled into fists as Freygair spoke. Just stay quiet, Kat, no one needs to know you're here...again... "We have another! Go ahead, little one," Freygair encouraged. Great. So much for staying unnoticed. As expected, not a single dragon approached me. Barely even a glance. I sighed and turned to leave when I felt something tickle my back, then a weight on my head. I glanced up ever so slightly to see a small green Terrible Terror peering down at me. Red spines adorned his back and he looked at me with a curious expression. I picked him up from my head (and gladly, his claws were very sharp for a domesticated dragon), and he made no move against it. He was nuzzling against my palm, in fact, and I stiffled a smile. "Hey, fella." He chirped in response. I guess I'd finally found my dragon.