So i am going to start of this story by saying, i believe in dragons, mythical creatures that live in a world that we still to this day haven't discovered yet. My name is Jack, my mum works at the local shop called The Big Buns. My dad works as a blacksmith making armour, weapons and shields. They think that I'm crazy, think about dragons all the time. One day when I was Sleeping I woke up and suddenly realised that my wooden knife that my dad made me when I was younger what gone, so i asked my mum if she seen it anywhere she said no i thought it was in your room, but I dident think much about it. A couple weeks later things start to go missing more frequently and always end up at the same spot in the basement. Then I jumped out my bed to a sudden roar, I thought I was in a dream come true.