In the early morning light, Ron awoke beside the young Draconik. His first task, daunting yet filled with significance, was to grant the hatchling a name. Hours stretched as Ron pondered over the perfect moniker for the creature nestled within their care. Eventually, a revelation struck him - 'Drakoros'. The name resonated, not just with Ron, but seemingly with the Draconik itself.
Henceforth, the creature was christened Drakoros. Eager to embark on grand adventures alongside Drakoros, Ron encountered a significant hurdle: Drakoros, still in its infancy, struggled to stand, let alone walk. Ron, therefore, found himself bound to the role of caretaker. With the limitations of travel imposed upon him, Ron meticulously plotted his schedule. Mornings were reserved for feeding Drakoros before delving into his own daily rituals. A midday check ensured Drakoros' well-being, followed by dedicated training sessions.
Evenings were devoted to Ron's personal mana assessment. Once his day was organized, Drakoros was nourished, and Ron resumed his routines. Within this structured routine, Ron detected a remarkable surge in his physical prowess. His strength soared, shattering personal records from 354 to an astonishing 438. Races confirmed an abundance of newfound endurance. Completing his routine, Ron sought Drakoros' sanctuary.
The young Draconik slumbered peacefully in their cavern abode. Assured of Drakoros' welfare, Ron ventured forth to secure sustenance. Deliberating not to hasten, Ron pursued a more accessible quarry this time. A band of goblins emerged as his target. Bereft of mana, they posed scant challenge. Selecting two goblins, one for himself and one for Drakoros, Ron kindled a fire within their cavern retreat. The savory scent of cooking meat roused Drakoros from slumber.
Approaching Ron with a gentle curiosity, Drakoros was embraced in Ron's nurturing grasp. Once the goblins were cooked, Ron offered one to Drakoros. Though diminutive, Drakoros wielded razor-sharp teeth and a voracious appetite. As Ron partook in his meal, he marveled at Drakoros' swift consumption of the goblin. With pride, Ron assured Drakoros, "Next time, I shall bring forth a bounty of meat for your pleasure." Post-meal, Ron revisited the meticulous control of his mana.
This facet proved the most arduous in Ron's regimen due to his ongoing struggles with its mastery. Culminating the final training of the day, Ron readied himself for slumber, knowing that each passing day alongside Drakoros brought new adventures and unforeseen challenges.