The Reborn Endeavor
Owner: Shantal

Age: 11 years, 2 months, 2 days

Born: October 13th, 2008

Adopted: 4 years, 6 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: May 21st, 2015

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November 25th, 2016


  • Level: 4
  • Strength: 13
  • Defense: 10
  • Speed: 10
  • Health: 13
  • HP: 13/13
  • Intelligence: 5
  • Books Read: 0
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed

My fascination with dragons has led me to lead an interesting life. It started with simple curiosity; I thought, with so many dragon myths, they must be real? It must be impossible for so much information to exist about a fake creature. Many cultures seem to believe they had lived in the past, but no longer. So I began my search for them.

My parents would not allow me to travel alone, so I began my journey with books - I read everything I could find, every hint of dragons. I found that some museums held ancient relics they believed to be dragon parts - talons, scales, even eggs. I kept a journal where I would list locations and what they held so I could visit in the future.

When the future came, and I was finally old enough, I was often disappointed. I would visit a museum to find that the dragon talons more likely resembled those belonging to a bird; that the eggs were merely that of an ostrich, decorated to appear like dragon eggs. What myths say dragon eggs resemble, that is. I found myself constantly disappointed, but I kept looking. Dragons had been an obsession for so long I needed them to be real.

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I had been searching for decades before I found them, quite by accident. On a hiking trip, deep in the mountains, a storm caused me to be separated from my friends. I had crossed a rope bridge that swayed above the forest, connecting one mountain to another. Below was a fast moving river, appearing white over the rapids we had planned to explore another day. In hindsight, being out in a storm in an unpopulated area was not our brightest moment; but all of us were experienced hikers, we thought it was nothing.

I had stepped onto the bridge first, moving quickly across because I wanted to reach our planned campsite before the storm got worse. I am not that fond of water, let alone cold rain. I had not noticed that my friends lagged behind, one not wanting to risk crossing a rope bridge during a storm. He was the smart one. Before my friends even attempted to cross, I had reached the other side; when I turned back to call to them that it was safe, lightning struck. The rope burned and gave away, leaving me stranded on one side and my friends on the other with no way to cross.

We decided they go back to our last campsite while I continued on to our next. Only, I could not find it. According to my map, if I walked west I would come to a grassy clearing. We had heard the trees were so large, their canopy would cover the clearing, creating a shelter safe from the elements. I walked and walked, further than I should have. The rain had soaked through my clothing, even my rain resistant cloak not doing anything to help me. I was freezing, and probably not paying as much attention to my surroundings as I should have. Instead I was focused on my cold misery, feeling lonely without my friends.

Which is why I slipped in the slick mud, at a very inopportune moment - instead of falling on my ass, I slid down the ridge I had been walking along. Thankfully it wasn't too steep, and I was lucky enough not to hit any trees on the way down. I did, however, bump my head on a rock and consequently lost consciousness.

When I awoke I was still cold, wet, and miserable, with the added bonus of a throbbing head. I also found that I had lost my map and knapsack on my tumble down. I did not recognize my surroundings. So I did what somehow made sense at the time - I got up and kept walking. Again, in hindsight it may have been smarter to just make camp and rest.

My luck finally kicked in when I found a cave. I gathered some large leaves to lay on, stripped off my wet clothing, and bedded down for the night. I didn't remember the advice I had gotten from a friend until I woke up - that you should not enter a cave when you did not know what creature called it home.

As I started to wake, I felt very heated. No longer wet, but damp as if I was in a sauna. With my eyes still closed, I sleepily pushed the leaves off, trying get cooler. I stilled when I felt hot air blow across my body. It had been freezing when I had fallen asleep, there way no way the temperature could have heated up that fast. It did not feel as if I had slept overlong.

When I opened my eyes there was a pissed off dragon staring me in the face.


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