Humans talked bad about dragons as they speak of them as evil, uncivilized, and unintelligent creatures. Though, this one human girl is much more special than any other human as she recognized them as something completely different and was then called by the human race 'Dragon Girl'.
A girl was walking back home, happily humming to herself. "I heard that the dragons attacked a village not too far from here," The girl heard some men talking and she slowed to hear the conversation.
"We might be next, then," Another said.
"The minister was saying that he had a vision that when the dragons come to attack, they'll take a little girl," The girl listened intently.
"Though, we won't know when this will happen. Perhaps it'll be tomorrow or in 100 years," Another added.
They murmured their agreement and the girl walked on.
She walked into her home, her mother making dinner while her father was still working. She walked into the kitchen and her mother looked at her, giving a sigh and a stern look. "Have you had too much fun today, Gretal?" Her mother asked.
Gretal, the name the little girl thought was the most ugliest and worst name ever. "I guess I did," Gretal told her mother before adding, "I'll go change now."
She hated how her life was. Her mother hated how her clothes were always dirty and how she wasn't practicing how to become a proper lady as her father yelled at her that she needed to spend her time studying so she could get into the most prestigious academy instead of playing with the other children. They pushed her to do her best and achieve what they had not achieved, but that was not what Gretal wanted at all. She went upstairs to her room and changed into a short white dress.
She stared at the closed math book at her desk and gave a frown, knowing what the normal conversation would be at dinner. First, it would be silent and then her father would start out by asking what she did today and her answer would be playing outside. Then, he would ask if she did any of her studies and the answer would be no. Her father would then go on a lecture about how she needed to focus on studying rather than playing. That was always how dinner went and then she would finish her dinner quickly and go to her room once more and hide, taking out the fairy tale book she hid under her bed and escape away into those worlds. Bringing her out of her thoughts, Gretal's mother called her for dinner. With a sigh, Gretal went down and as her mother was setting out the last things for dinner, her father sighed. Gretal took her seat, seeing that her father was looking down at his lap while her mother had an uneasy look. When Gretal's mother sat down, they ate silently, looks between her mother and father were constantly shared before her father hissed in pain, earning a small glare from her mother. "Gretal, there's something important we need to tell you," Her father began.
"What is it, father?" Gretal asked, knowing this was no where near the normal conversation they usually had.
"The dragons," Her father began and added, "We need to teach you about those uncivilized and unintelligent creatures."
Unintelligent. It always had something to do with education. "What about them?" Gretal asked again, remembering the men on the street who were talking about the dragons.
"You should never come into contact with them. They're bad creatures who could destroy you in an instant, not leaving a single trace of you," Gretal's father informed her.
"Don't befriend them either. They're traitors," Her mother added.
"Yes, Mother, Father. I promise I won't," Gretal promised.
With that, they ate their dinner silently without another word.