Chapter 1:

Chapter 1: Welcome to the World of Dragonoids Part I

Dragonoid Chronicles


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“Now, who wants the role of Leader?” Bookmark here

Ash’s ears perked up. He may have been a Human, but if he could lead the squad, he’d be able to show off what a person without the blessing of Dragons could do. That Humans were more than they appeared. And most of all, he was definitely not going to let that loud-mouthed Princess be in charge. That would be the worst outcome. This may end up in a fight, but I’d only regret it later if I let her lead. Bookmark here

And almost like it was planned, Lissandra and Ash both kneeled, declaring their desire for the daunting task of leading a team as they said:Bookmark here

“I do.”Bookmark here

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“Ash… Sweetie… It’s time to get up! You don’t want to be late for your first day!”Bookmark here

Ash Spitfire woke up to the sound of his adopted mother’s voice. Yes adopted. He had learned the truth the day his adopted mother: Mrs. Spitfire showed him which stars were his parents. Ash always knew something was off as both of his parents had the blessings of Dragons, or rather, they were Dragonoids while he was a Human. Bookmark here

Yet the Spitfires weren’t bad people and even treated him like their real son. Not to mention Ash’s real parents only left him a notebook filled with fairytales that he took the time read. Though it was kind of lame for a 16-year-old to still be reading that stuff. Bookmark here

Ash let out a long sigh as he stared at the ceiling, ignoring the rotating fan as if he could somehow will an image of his long-gone parents. Even as he heard the thumping from downstairs, he didn’t move, not until his mother burst through the door.Bookmark here

“Sweetie! Your father is already eating your breakfast.” Mrs. Spitfire said, brushing aside the strands of red hair that got in the way of her eyes.Bookmark here

“Mom…”Bookmark here

“Yes dear, what is it?”Bookmark here

“The door…” Ash pointed at his room’s door, which was no longer attached to the wall. “You broke another one.” Bookmark here

“Oh my, not again!” Bookmark here

“Let me get dressed, and I’ll help you fix it,” Ash said, reassuring his mother. Sheesh, imagine being an adult and still not being able to control your powers properly. That’s probably why they want me to go to that school. Bookmark here

Ash let out another sigh as he stared at the doorway. Taking note that she only tore out the hinges that time. “Alright, hold it down and let me just screw these back in place… and voila. Good as new.” Bookmark here

Ash wiped the sweat off his brow, wishing that his mother didn’t stand over him while she was nervous since it torched the air around them. Though when he looked at his mother, her emerald eyes gleamed with tears… and steam—Oh, Dragons. “Mom wait!” Bookmark here

Ignoring his protest, Mrs. Spitfire grabbed hold of her son and squeezed him tight. “You’re such a lifesaver! What did I ever do to deserve a young man like you!” Bookmark here

“Ouch! Mom! It burns! Please!” Bookmark here

Meanwhile downstairs, Mr. Spitfire at the kitchen table was drinking his morning coffee before work. Conveniently ignoring the screams that came from his son. “Didn’t I tell her not to do this today? The boy’s going to be late.” Bookmark here

Mr. Spitfire eyed the nearly empty plate next to him, then took another bite of toast from the second plate. “Guess it’s my job to make sure he’s on time.” Bookmark here

When the two finally came downstairs, they weren’t that surprised to see that the feast prepared for Ash’s great sendoff was gone. Not even a crumb was left behind as Mr. Spitfire let out a gratified burp. “You snooze. You lose, kid.”Bookmark here

“Honey, why do you have to eat his food on his last day home.”Bookmark here

“It’s fine mom. The old man just wants me gone.”Bookmark here

“Bingo.” Mr. Spitfire said, wiping his face with a napkin.Bookmark here

Ash grabbed his things, which weren’t much, just his longboard for campus traveling with a shoulder bag filled with school supplies and his treasured notebook of fairytales. Then, his mom handed him a duffel bag filled to the brim. Bookmark here

Ash chuckled to himself as he should’ve known he wouldn’t be leaving with just one bag. What an overbearing woman.Bookmark here

“Does he really have to go?” Mrs. Spitfire pleaded.Bookmark here

“Do I really have to go?” Ash pleaded.Bookmark here

“You’re going, and that’s final.” Mr. Spitfire said, joining them by the door. “Imagine getting accepted to one of the most prestigious academies in the Kingdom. You should be grateful they even let a Human in.”Bookmark here

Yes, I’m so grateful to be going to a school filled with teens who could cook me alive. So much fun. Ash really wanted to let his old man know what was on his mind, but dealing with both of them before school wouldn’t end well. Bookmark here

“Just be careful sweetie, and try not to get into too many fights.”Bookmark here

“Tell that to them,” Ash said only to see the slight shift in his father’s face, his silver hair brushed to the side as his intent screamed loud and clear. With a step back, Ash avoided his father’s backhand for his quick mouth. Bookmark here

“Looks like all that extra weight from my breakfast is slowing you down, old man. I could see you coming from miles—”Bookmark here

Ash was promptly shut up with a tail slap from his father, who had entered his Draconic state for a brief moment just to discipline him.Bookmark here

“No fair... using your powers….” Ash grumbled, holding onto his swollen cheek.Bookmark here

“Well, I won’t be able to hear from you for an entire year. Can’t have you remembering me as an old man.” Mr. Spitfire said with a hmph! Bookmark here

All while Mrs. Spitfire just shook her head, watching the two knuckleheads have their last bit of father-son bonding. One of the rules of Dragoon Academy is that first years were confined to the school until the end of the year, where they’ll get to go outside of the Kingdom’s walls. That way, they could forge everlasting bonds within their squad. Bookmark here

“I guess I’ll be going,” Ash said, not really knowing what to say to his parents as he opened the door and walked outside.Bookmark here

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The morning sun shined bright and forced Ash to shield his eyes. It was a Monday in the beginning month of Spring and the start of the new school year. Having lived in the suburbs or rather the outskirts of the city his whole life, Ash found himself already feeling homesick. Knowing that his familiar little quiet neighborhood would be replaced by whatever those Dragonoids did. Well, I better get going before Mom gets any crazy ideas— Bookmark here

“Ash! One more thing!” Bookmark here

Ash heard his mother’s voice and clicked his tongue as he jumped to the side, dodging the first attempt of her flame charge. Then another, then a third, ending her hug attempts with a chop to her head. Bookmark here

“You’re so mean!” Mrs. Spitfire cried, holding onto her forehead.Bookmark here

“I’m mean??? A hug from you will cook me alive!” Bookmark here

“No, it won’t….” Mrs. Spitfire looked away from her son for a quick moment before responding with: “I’m controlling my powers right now, see.” Bookmark here

Ash stared at his mother’s pouty face studying it for any signs of her Draconic state. She didn’t have any horns growing from her head, and her pupils were still round. Yet, while things seemed fine considering he wasn’t boiling, a sixth sense told Ash that was temporary at best. Bookmark here

“You’re just lucky the house is fireproof,” Ash concluded with a half-smile. “If not, I wouldn’t have a home to come back to.” Bookmark here

Mrs. Spitfire’s eyes once again had steam coming through, and her feet sank into the pavement in the front yard. Bookmark here

D-Did I say something wrong? Ash thought as he slowly backed away from his mother. It was a joke! For her to burn through something that was fireproof—as most things were in the Fire Kingdom—it had to have been flames of at least 4000 degrees! Bookmark here

Then his mother blinked forward faster than Ash could see. And even though Ash was a “Human,” he was still part Dragon. Which gave him the durable physique that typically allowed him to survive coming into contact with his mother without sustaining 6th-degree burns. However, even he knew his body couldn’t handle something on that scale. Not even normal Dragonoids could leave that temperature without going to the hospital. Bookmark here

Yup, I’m going to die from a hug. Ash flinched, waiting for the sweet embrace but was met with a warm glow like a flame inches away from his face. Bookmark here

“Love, if you touch the boy now, you’ll kill him.” Mr. Spitfire said, stopping the flame charge with his bare hands.Bookmark here

Mrs. Spitfire was covered in a cloak of fire with large ruby-colored wings sprouting from her back, still rocketing forward as she was practically holding hands with her husband. Soon enough, the sleaves on Mr. Spitfire’s uniform were turned to ashes revealing the hardened ruby scales that started to proliferate his skin.Bookmark here

“Son, tell your mom you love her, and….” Mr. Spitfire slid back against the force and roared. “Go!” Bookmark here

Ash shuddered, and for the first time, he felt chills watching his parents. They’ve used their powers around the house, but it was never that intense. I-Is that what they really are? Then he noticed the crowd that gathered along their picket fence line. What are you all staring at? Bookmark here

The other Humans in the neighborhood watched the display that seemed out of a fantasy. The neighbors didn't think they had actual Dragonoids living with them. Who would have guessed it? Especially the Spitfires—albeit annoying at times with all the racket they made—they were harmless. Until today, which made everyone wonder: why were they here? Bookmark here

Ash knew the answer to that question. It was for him. So that he could live a normal life even though they had to hide who they were. A life he had sadly grown accustomed to but seeing the crowd watch, some in awe—most in horror—it pissed Ash off.Bookmark here

“This isn’t a movie. Go mind your own damn business!” Ash didn’t have the ferocity his father had, but they listened to the child of Dragons and slowly dispersed. Which made him realize he should also go before he caused any more trouble for them. Bookmark here

“Mom, Dad, I love you guys! And I promise to write!”Bookmark here

With a bag on his back and the other in his hand, Ash rode on his longboard to school, leaving behind his semi-normal lifestyle for something new. Bookmark here

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Once out of sight, the two Dragonoids calmed down, reverting to their Human state. Bookmark here

“You didn’t have to do that.” Mr. Spitfire shook his hands side to side as he stared at his raw skin. He was getting too old for brawls with Dragonoids.Bookmark here

“Well, you weren’t going to.” Mrs. Spitfire shot back.Bookmark here

“I was.”Bookmark here

“No, you weren’t. That playful little slap from earlier probably encouraged him if anything.” Bookmark here

Her husband could only scratch his head in response. Admittedly Mrs. Spitfire didn’t have to go that far, but he had to see it. The fury of a Dragon. The fear of the world. Within that school, they wouldn’t be able to protect him. And outside of the Kingdom’s walls, he would definitely need some sense of caution to keep him alive.Bookmark here

“We sheltered him.” Mrs. Spitfire concluded. Bookmark here

“No we didn’t. I mean, look. He may have pissed himself, but our son still held his ground like a true Dragonoid.”Bookmark here

“Oh no, did my baby really wet himself?” Mrs. Spitfire sniffed the air searching for urine traces to no avail.Bookmark here

“That’s just a figure of speech love.” Mr. Spitfire laughed. “Our boy will be fine.”Bookmark here

“Are you sure we did the right thing?”Bookmark here

“There’s no point in worrying about that now. What’s done is done.”Bookmark here

“Did we do the right thing?”Bookmark here

Mr. Spitfire shrugged his shoulders, trying to catch a glimpse of his son, but he was already long gone. “We make the best decisions we can at the time they’re given. There’s no point in worrying about what if.” Bookmark here

Mrs. Spitfire smiled at her husband, subconsciously rubbing her tiny diamond ring that withstood even her fire. “When did you get so wise?”Bookmark here

“Raising a kid does that to you—” Bookmark here

Mrs. Spitfire bent down to kiss her man on the lips. Short but sweet, just like him. I did my part, Celestia. Your son is out into the world. Now the rest is up to him. I pray your seal never wavers. Bookmark here

“Now we have some cleaning up to do. Don’t we?” Mrs. Spitfire said, ignoring her dazed husband, who was acting like it was the first time they’d kissed. Bookmark here

The entire yard was a mess. Some of the grass was charred, the pavement melted, and the paint on the fence chipped away. To use the words “some cleaning” was an understatement. It would probably be cheaper to move. But then, where would Ash come back to if he failed?Bookmark here

Mr. Spitfire sighed. “I’ll call the groundskeepers… Again.” Bookmark here

“Couldn’t Ash help paint the—Oh yeah.” This is going to be harder than I thought. Don’t laugh Celestia, but I think I need your son more than he needs me. Bookmark here

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