A/N If anyone knows what book the picture is from, I will follow you.

I didn't ever want to face Chief Bromson, especially when he was mad. And he was very mad. I didn't know what he was going to say, just that it would be bad for me. "Yes sir?"
"I had to pull you off my son today, twice! You must stop fighting if you want to stay in training. And your father will not be happy if all his convincing me to let you in, was for nothing. Savvy?" "Savvy." I mumble. 

I run back to the forge and start working. My dad had me do a lot of work. I was exhausted when I had to go to bed. I woke up to a raid in the middle of the night again. I grabbed my sword and shield and ran out to help fight. The dragons were getting into the food again. Why can't they just go hunt? It's not that hard, but I guess they just are lazy. No that's not right, but I don't understand why. 

"Dragons in the field!", "Our house is on fire!", "Man the catapults!", "Destruction!". the last comment was from the Leim who was just standing there, not doing anything, watching the dragons. 

I was trying to help with the fire, but I just kept getting in the way. "Go somewhere where you are useful!" They all shouted at me, even my dad wouldn't let me in the forge. So I got out of the way. I left. They didn't need my help anywhere. I just got in the way. So I went into the forest where I wouldn't be in the way. I started running, but stopped quickly, remembering why I didn't run. I couldn't breath. So I walked until I couldn't hear them any more. Then I kept walking.