Quinn lay in his bed. Outside the
wind howled through the trees, blowing them against his window. He stood
and walked over, peering out through the panes of glass. "I wish Father
had let me go with him. I want to be a warrior, just like him. I want to
rescue damsels in distress and fight dragons and carry a sword. He made
me stay home with the girls. I am too old enough." He climbed back in
bed and pulled the covers over him. "I am too old enough." He fell
asleep and woke the next morning to rain.
When he went into the kitchen his
mother was baking and his sisters were chopping carrots and turnips. The
door opened and his father stepped inside, dripping from head to toe.
"Father, you're home. Did you slay any dragons?" Quinn's eyes bulged
"I killed three dragons, all
black." His father put a sword on the table and his shield on the floor.
"Can I go with you the next time
you go, Father? I'm old enough," Quinn pleaded.
"Yes, you are," Father said,
looking at his son. "It's time you learned to slay a dragon."
Quinn was so excited. He ate his
breakfast and ran outside. He found a stick and pretended it was a
sword. Every day he practiced. One day his father called him into the
house. "Quinn, I have something for you." He handed Quinn a gold and
silver sword. "Here is your sword and here," he said handing him a
shield, " is your shield. You're old enough now to slay a dragon."
Quinn took his sword and shield
outside and practiced every day. One day he was walking through the
woods and he came upon a nest. Inside the nest was one egg. "That's a
big bird egg. I've never seen such a thing."
The egg started shaking and tiny
cracks appeared. Soon a beak burst through and then the rest of the
creature. "That's not a bird. It's a baby dragon." Quinn bent down.
"You're a cute little thing." The dragon squeaked. "Where's your mama?
Are you hungry?" Quinn sat by the baby dragon all day, but it's mother
didn't return. "I guess I'll have to feed you." Quinn snuck into the
house while his mother and sisters were working in the garden. He took a
piece of venison and carried it to the dragon. "Here you go. Eat this
up." The baby dragon devoured it. Every day for a week Quinn fed it.
One day he went to the dragon and
saw its mama was with it. "Good, she's back." He thought about how his
father killed dragons. "Maybe there are other baby dragons out there
without their mama. I won't kill any dragons, ever, I promise you that."
He made a vow and waved goodbye to the little dragon.
"Quinn, it's time to go dragon
hunting," his father called one morning.
"I'm not going, Father. I won't
His father stood with his mouth
open. "Quinn, you're old enough now to kill dragons."
"I don't want to, Father. I will
not kill a dragon." Quinn put the sword on the table. "You can take the
sword and shield. I am going to help the dragons. They are good
creatures and I will not kill them."
Quinn's father took the sword and
shield and rode off on his horse. Quinn went into the forest and found
the nest. The mother dragon, a big red dragon, sat with the baby. When
Quinn approached, her wings went out.
"I won't hurt you. I will never
hurt a dragon." Quinn smiled at the baby. It jumped from the nest and
ran to Quinn. When its mother saw her baby and the boy, she welcomed
Quinn. He devoted his life to being a dragonkeeper, protecting them from
harm and as the years went by, he was able to convince his father and
others to stop killing dragons.