I was pretty young when I met Drakon, thirteen maybe. The day I met him I was walking out of my house and into the village. I went to deliver some potatoes over to Mr. Finder, a human that runs the village’s general goods and food.

Dropping the potatoes off by his door I started walking to the market when I see a boy running my way. He looked like a Bullu from what history class taught me back then. The horns, fur from the torso down, long snake like tail.

He rammed right into me cutting me on my cheek. Blood trickled down my face and down my neck.

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“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to run into you,” He shrieked, quickly helping me up. He noticed the cut on face and pulled a cloth out of his pocket. Then he dipped it in his bucket of water and applied it to my cut.

“I’m so sorry,” he repeated again.

I smile and answer, “It’s fine. I’m Nara,” I add introducing myself. The Bullu smiled at me and he blowed the hair out of his face.

“I’m Drakon,” he replied.

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From that day on we hung out quite often and got to know each other more over time. At least until my parents split us up and we moved away. I haven’t seen him since.

pronunciations and descriptions:

Bullu (Boo-Lu) : curled horns, fur from the torso down, long snake like tail.