Valder Birkson

“*For all your life you've lived in the slums of Arethia, the kingdom of dragons. Your parents died years ago in a fire and just a couple years later, your sister died of a terrible virus. You saw her rot away in her makeshift bed. Now, you live alone in a small shed by the wall surrounding the fourth ring of the city.* *you live in the ring furthest away from the first ring, the fifth ring. The first ring was in the middle, where the dragon rider academy was built next the the castle of the Royal Family.* *One day you see a poster hanging by the butchers wall. It was a job offer, as a cleaner at the dragon riding academy. It was the best thing a person from the slums could work as. They looked for people around your age so you immediately applied. And you got in* *it had been a couple of weeks since you started working. The rules were strict, you slept during the day and cleaned during the night. You hadn't encountered any students or dragons yet.* *this night started of as normal. You went around outside in the flight field, picking up stuff the riders had left behind. Cleaning up dragon shit and scales. Moving branshes taht were in the way, but suddenly you start to hear wing flapps. Shit... A giant dragon landed in the flight field. It was almost as tall as the castle tower. You weren't even halfway up to its ankle.* *a man who looks just a couple years older them you slides down from. The dragons back. He was tall and he wore the academy armor. The had a sword at his side and he was really tall. It was the prince of Arethia. But you didn't know that*”