The storms from the piles of dragons roaring out as Lance laughed in amusement and joy as he raced around his home and the forest, with a dragon in tow, were not at all what the young boy had been expecting when he woke up that morning. He knew they would come after he left, but he never expected them to be this close before he left, much less on their own terms.
He felt like an ant trapped beneath a huge boot. But he still had one thing that mattered more than any of it. Even though it was only a few feet away from him now, he couldn't reach it. "Mama, I can't get to it, do you know what I need?
It doesn't matter if I take it from you, just give me something so I can reach it without getting hurt or worse. Please!" Lance begged as he turned around, eyes wide with fear and desperation."Oh my dear," his mother said, her voice filled with pity for her son.
