MY BIG, FAT DRAGON
Warning: Don't read if you don't like big, fat, cuddly, draggies.
Chapter 2: Destined for Greatness
Fare was not your average 14 year old boy. No matter what he did, no one would accept him for who he was. Sure, you could blame it on the fact that he was a four-eyed brace-face looser who did nothing but watch T.V., surf the web, and play video games. But the real problem lied deeper than that. The real problem was his personality. He was what most people would call "immature". Although he was 14 and in fact was mature, he had a deep, burning, passionate obsession, Dragons. Of course everyone teased him about it, but he didn't mind. He was more of a loner himself and liked his space. If he could he would much rather hang out with his pets and talk to them instead. He always felt so awkward in large groups of people, but seeemed to feel right at home with animals. Flare loved everything about Dragons. Their scales, wings, power, everything! Though there was one other thing he loved that none but his closest most trustworthy online friends (the few that he had) knew about, and that was fat. There was nothing more beautiful to him than a fat Dragoness. The several pictures and stories he had found about huge Dragons he had loved, and viewed frequently. Just the thaought of one gave him a warm feeling inside. Yet, he tried not to think about them to much, for the thought made him feel lonely. There was an empty place in his heart that ached and only felt more empty whenever he got to involved in them or couldn't stop thinking about them. He felt sure that that place would never be able to be filled by anything other than a fat Dragoness's gentle caress. Many times his heart longed for one so badly that he was driven to the point of tears. But enough with the pity story. You get the point. He was a very sad and lonely and miserable kid without his fat Dragoness. Our story officialy begins on September 16, 2007. The day of Flare's 15th birthday, and also, the day his life, no, his world, shifted for the better.
Flare woke up bright and early that day. Over the past week numerous good luck charms had found their way to him. A five leaf clover, a lost penny, a dandelion wish, 3 fourtune cookies (with good fortunes), and a shooting star. Surely all good signs. Today was guaranteed to be a good one. Flare opened the blinds, and his heart sank. Not only was it cloudy outside, but a full fledged thunderstorm was brewing, gale force winds, hail, and all. There was no way anyone in their right mind would attend his party now, but it was probably for the better anyway. He knew his parents probably got him cupcakes instead of a real one and most likely all he would get from them would be $5 bucks as a birthday present. Anything was worth sparing him that embarrasment. Sure enough, he was right all the way down to the last scent. His parents began singing the birthday song.
"happ.." they began. Flare was outraged.
"Mom! Dad! You know I hate that stupid baby song!"
"Well I think its cute," his mother said, "besides, you'll always be my baby." She reached out to pinch his cheek, but he pushed her hand away. His father, the jerk that he was, began yelling at him.
"Don't you raise your voice to me! If you're going to be like that then give my five bucks back!" Flare could have come up with a pretty good comeback, but knew better than to make his father angrier than he normally was, and submitted. "Yes, father." He calmed down, though he did so reluctantly. His mother went into the kitchen and came out with the birthday "cupcakes". She set them down on the table in front of him. "Now blow out the candles and make a wish." Flare inhaled, closed his eyes, and made the biggest wish of his life.
"I wish I had a baby Dragoness. One that I could make as fat as I want, and I'd always have enough food for her, dispite her insatiable appetite. I wish she and I could be alone together, without anyone to drag us down. I want her also as a friend that I can actually talk to, and she'd be able to understand and talk back. I wish she was real with all my heart. And i wish this world was a better place" A clap of thunder shook the house. Far away, the Light had heard his request, and knew he was the one. The one human out of all the others who was born out of Light, and not of Darkness. Flare returned solomnly to his room. His mother callled after him. "But honey, don't you want a cupcake?" "No thanks. I'm not hungry." Flare glanced out the window. It was quiet. The thunderstorm had dissapered without a trace, and all it had left behind was the rain soaked leaves of the trees. He decided instead to stay outside and play with the dogs.
Flare stayed outside until dark, he was a creature of both night and day. He was just about to return inside when he glimpsed another shooting star. For good measure, though he knew it would never happen, he repeated his wish again aloud. But that wasn't just any shoting star, it was a glowing ball of pure light, the Light's phisical form, scanning the landscape looking for him. It heard him loud and clear this time, and headed straight for him. As you can pretty well imagine, when Flare saw it turn and head toward him, his first reaction was disbelief. "It'll burn up way before it hits me." But it didn't it kept on coming, and the closer it got, the brighter it grew. "Okay I guess there's a first time for everything." Flare turned and made a mad dash for his house, but the Light was too quick for him. It hit him just as he was reaching out for the doorknob, enveloping him in pure energy. He struggled and kicked to get free, but to no avail. All at once, he blacked out.