No Hope

There's no hope anymore when it comes to dragons, we live to please them they just fly around and do as they please. Ten years ago, when I was only three living in my hometown Brayville, I left home with my older sister Bella who was only seven at the time to go play demon queen outside the town I hated playing demon queen, but she made me play it every day she would be a demon queen and I would be a henchman who served her. As we finished playing, we started to head back home then out of nowhere we saw a dragon breathing fire within the town we ran back as fast as we could no fear of the dragon at all only worriedness for our family. When we got back home there was three houses turned to ash one was our own and our mother and father had also been turned to ash. Me and my sister trained for five years strait. At only eight years old I could take down even the strongest of humans and stood at the pinnacle of power to the human race that was second to my sister of course. My sisters speed and strength were legendary she could fight soundless by that I mean she was moving in combat faster than the sound could keep up with her! My sister could destroy stone walls with just the swing of her sword! I was on another level compared to the rest of humanity and my sister was on a completely different league compared to me. My goal was to grow strong enough to be able to massacre every last dragon alive and seeing how far my sister had gone it gave me hope that one day we will be able to avenge our mother and father. I don't believe we can achieve that power from only training in the way of the sword. I proposed to my sister that we head to the capital of the Land Of Iron, Belmore. In the capital there is a school that teaches students the art of magic since we were so skilled at physical combat, I'm sure if we tried magic, we could gain power to rival the dragons. We head out to the Land Of Iran. We made it to the capital city Belmore, but when we made it we had found the school of magic turned to ash we went into some inns to hear what happened and the consistent story every time was that a very powerful mage was able to craft a spell that could send an infinite amount of power into 1 attack and that would be able to kill a dragon, however it was not enough. The attack could rival the dragons, but it was not strong enough to kill them the mage could also only use that attack once then after he would be out of stamina, yet the dragons could withstand and send out attacks of that caliber all day. The dragons dwarfed this mage in terms of fighting capability, but it still frightened them, so they burned the school of magic to the ground to try and stop any mage of his caliber to ever existing again. Hopeless is what we felt we felt utterly helpless when we found out that our best way of training had been turned to ash, but we still carried our immense hatred for the dragons we could not give up so easily. We trained ourselves in magic. I trained in teleportation and fire magic, well my sister trained in just fire magic. After five years we both became some of the best mages of the human race we were able to grow so fast because we used our immeasurable hatred for the dragons to drive us. Now we travel around city to city looking for work and anyway to get stronger. My name is David Yo Eille and I know we can achieve the power we are searching for I swear it that we will.