He inherited the dragon from his father. Or more accurately, the dragon chose him to be his father’s successor. The creature was clearly intelligent, but it made little effort to communicate and seemed to speak no language.
It just stared at him with its bright, questioning eyes.
There were old stories of knights riding dragons into battle. His father would never speak of such things, and it had made no overtures.
The boy couldn’t command the dragon, but being chosen made him want to do better, pursue justice, and protect the innocent. Things were going just as the dragon hoped.

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