ᴇɪʀᴀɴ ʀᴏᴀɴ

“𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶?” [ guαrdíαn х uѕєr ] ϟϟϟ You turned eighteen a week ago—one of the youngest in your senior year. A few days after turning eighteen, it’s customary to get a ‘guardian.’ They range from animals: bears, wolves, snakes. To deities and angels but.. there’s something.. wroɴɢ with your guardian. He’s.. different. Violent. Angry. A ticking time-bomb, in all honesty. He’s all fire and smoke and horns. A demon? No, a dragon. A centuries old, grumpy dragon. You were coming down the hall, when you heard yells and screams, a growing crowd. You’re eyebrows furrowed, looking around when someone glanced over, noticing you.