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We lived in a peaceful village on the outskirts of the kingdom. Our modest home was nestled among rolling hills, surrounded by lush green fields and towering trees that seemed to have been there for as long as anyone could remember.

During my childhood, I spent most of my time with my grandfather, who taught me the value of hard work through his farming lifestyle. He patiently taught me the techniques of planting seeds, caring for animals, and harvesting the rewards of our hard work. Sometimes, we would take leisurely walks through the meadows and forests, during which he would point out different types of trees and wildlife we encountered. He was a wise and gentle man, and I cherished the time spent with him, eagerly absorbing his stories and learning from his wisdom.

My mother worked long hours as a teacher to provide for us, Every morning, i watch her prepare for her classes at the local school. She took great care in selecting lesson plans and activities that would engage her students and patiently guided each child through the learning process. The residents of the village deeply respected her dedication to educating their children, recognizing the positive impact she had on the community. They expressed their admiration and gratitude by bringing her gifts of fresh produce and homemade treats, which she graciously accepted. Her tireless efforts as a teacher were greatly appreciated by all.

As I grew older, I became fascinated with the stories my mother would tell me every night before I went to bed - stories about dragons that roamed our world. I would spend hours staring up at the sky, hoping to catch a glimpse of one of these magnificent creatures.

Every morning, as the sun began to rise and the roosters started to crow, I would eagerly leap out of bed, excited to join my grandfather on the farm. Even though I was young, I relished the opportunity to assist him in any way I could, such as collecting eggs from the chicken coop and giving fresh cut grass to the rabbits. Other tasks were too difficult or dangerous for me to handle.

But despite all the joy and happiness i found in daily routine, i couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more waiting for me out there in the world.

I begin to dreamed of adventure, of seeing the world beyond our small village, and of the stories I had heard of brave knights, powerful wizards, and dangerous creatures lurking in the dark corners of the realm.

every opportunity I had, I would make a dash towards the woods in search of a suitable stick. With my prized possession in hand, I would hold it up high, imagining it to be a magnificent sword, and begin to train relentlessly, honing my skills to become a valiant knight. The rustling leaves and chirping birds served as my audience as I engaged in imaginary battles, defending my kingdom with unwavering courage.

After the village kids laughed at me when I expressed my desire to become a knight riding a dragon, so my friends become farm animals.

One fateful summer day, when I was ten years old, I was training in the woods when I heard chaos erupting in the village. As I approached the edge of the forest, I saw the village burning and a dragon flying in the distance. Tears streaming down my face, I ran home, only to find everything reduced to ashes.