Gale, who lost his parents at the age of seven works for a secret society to protect the world from the same thing that killed his parents. Dragons. His best friend, Kevin, knows nothing about them, has the same job, but a normal role, to keep the base less conspicuous. When Gale earns medallion, the highest ranked promotion, Kevin leaves him, and Gales life gets flipped to the dark side.
Hot blood slithered from my head and down to my cheek. The flames brightened, blinding me as I tried to stand. "Mom." I cried as I stumbled forward. She was still in the house. I had to get her out. I stepped toward the house but a massive amount of air shot me backwards as something landed. I wiped the blood away from my eyes, looking up. A shadow loomed over the house. Piercing red eyes glowed in its black silhouette. Huge wings made for a demon blocked out the sun. "No. . . No." I collapsed to my knees as its jaws opened, showing rows of teeth in its glowing mouth. The glowing embers of fire soared down its throat igniting the house in light. "NO!!" The house explodes, throwing me backwards.
My head throbs, and a ringing sound lingers in my ear. The beast bursts into the air, it's eyes burning as bright as my pain. Its wings flap, sending a wave of fire toward me. A burning pain shoots down onto my chest, and the death I tried so hard to fight, took over. I gasp awake in a cold sweat, my chest burning. I get up and rip my shirt off and look in the mirror. A man looks back with wide, light blue eyes. Short blonde hair is stuck to his cheek. Complete with a hard, young face. His chest was well muscled and had a burn scar, right over his heart. I sigh in relief and look around. Dreams. . . It was a small bedroom, but I didn't need much. A bed, microwave, bedside table, lamp, mini fridge, sink and bathroom. Even for an apartment room, it was small. I walk to the bedside table and grab my dagger. My father had made it before he died. A symbol I'd never seen was on the hilt, but it helped me remember him. The symbol was simple with a line intertwined in itself. . I turned around and put on the air force suit behind me.
The same dream every night. I could get rid of pain, love, and death, but not the past. Most people weren't believers, and even less believed in dragons. The Devil's spawn. But I was one of the few that did. After my parents death, burnt alive. He found me, nearly dead and unconscious. He believed me when I said my parents were dragon killed. He recruited me, as the youngest, amongst the only people who knew about dragons. I was only six when I was recruited. But he treated me like a son and showed me the ropes. Now, after nine years of service, I was fifteen. Everyone saw me older than I was.
Everyone was different, but everyone agreed on the hate for dragons. All of us had lost loved ones because of them. So we took the responsibility of making sure everyone else could live the normal lives we couldn't. Our job was to rid the world of the Devils spawn.
