Chapter One to my story "The Last Dragon of Argon"

I have decided that once a week, I will post a chapter of my book on the blog and hopefully finish it while you read it. I know I had had a goal to finish by New years but that was last year! LOL So my new goal to set is to finish before Summer is over. I know it seems far away but I have 10 chapters done in my story and I hope to end the story with at least 25 chapters. I will try to work on my story every evening but I have an extremely busy schedule so I am just happy that I can keep up with my blog (most times)! : )
Enjoy and tell me what you think!!!



~ Chapter One ~





This story begins with a youthful fifteen year old boy named Erick, full name Erick Artix Brock. Erick has dark hair and sea blue eyes. At 5’10 he is considered average size in his village.
His mother Aquella Brock is thirty-seven and he would swear to anyone she had a greener thumb for planting than anyone else in the whole town of Kantervin.
The country house where Aquella had raised Erick in just outside of the town was surrounded by a fence of the most beautiful flowers and bushes ever seen and all the women of town loved to come visit and stroll with Aquella in her lavish gardens.
When Erick was younger he loved to hide for hours with his friends and run with the animals from the barn, hiding from his mother, not wanting to do his barn chores.

The inside of the home was filled with tons of potted plants, furnished with simple but sturdy wooden chairs that Erick had carved at age 10. He loved working with wood and that is how he had gotten his job working for a wooden furnishings maker, Mr. Nimrod.

According to his mother, his father had died in a riding accident when he was a just a small baby. If only Erick knew how true that really was.

It is now summer of 1644 and it is probably the warmest time anyone in Kantervin could remember.
King Uldor was the ruler of Argon for his older brother Bradaken had died in a terrible accident fifteen years ago with his wife Aria and their long forgotten baby.
The body of the king had been found but they haven’t a clue to what had happened to the queen and her baby boy.
Some say she may have jumped before the crash with her baby and had not survived while others say they may have been killed by a Dark Malth.
No one except Aquella Brock knew what really happened to him, but she wisely kept it a secret not to be revealed until a few more years.

Erick woke at about five in the morning and went to the barn to care for the animals. First he took care of his black horse, a Clydesdale named Star, for the white star on the gelding’s forehead.
“Hey there big boy. Did you miss me?”
Star nickered and raised his head as if to say yes.
Erick laughed.
He hurried to finish up feeding his gelding, and went to care for their newborn calf and the tired mother.
The mother a dark brown spotted cow had given birth a week earlier than expected and the baby calf – a boy – wasn’t growing as well as they wanted.
But the better half of the news was that for the past week the calf had been eating much better and had often been trying to stand.
Once he’d finished up, he ran into his home to find his mother Aquella serving up a dish of food for him.
“Erick, how is the calf doing?”
“Well he has attempted getting on his feet but he failed. As far as eating goes, you would not guess he’s just a baby!”
They both laughed.

Aquella scolded him when he tried to run off to work without eating, “You must eat before you go. Nimrod doesn’t want you falling asleep on the job!”

Erick shoveled the food down his throat and ran out the door shouting goodbye to his mother, his dish still rattling on the table.
Aquella watched from the window as Erick briskly walked away, sun shining on his head and the light breeze whipping through his dark hair.

~

The walk to the village was pleasant. Not a cloud was in the sky and there didn’t seem to be a single worry in the air.

‘It is definitely going to be a beautiful day today,’ Erick thought to himself as he jogged down the old dirt path.

He watched as a rabbit munched on the dew covered grass, a few birds that seemed to be playing tag, and the most wonderful sight was a mother doe with her fawn, prancing in the meadows free at their own will.

"Definitely a beautiful day", he whispered.