There once was a young boy named Steve who lived in the village of Tyek on the island of Hy Brasil. Tyek was now a beautiful place, surrounded by green hills and Victorian-era buildings. But he was constantly under attack by the Ender Dragons who attacked their village every week and if the Tyeks resisted, the Ender Dragons would set fires, forcing them to create new homes every time there was a raid. Every time there was a raid, everyone would try to grab a weapon to fight the fearsome Ender Dragons, but it would be no use. But one day things changed when everyone was running in all directions trying to escape the Ender Dragon raid. People were really fed up with these raids, they seemed to never end but the city felt helpless. But Steve stood there, ready to fight. Like the city, Steve was tired of the raids, even though he wasn't the best fighter, he had the most heart because whatever traits he gained from his mother, he still had bravery of his father, ready to intervene for the helpless at any moment. “Steve, come here!” Glek the blacksmith shouted, beckoning him to run to his forge. “Not this time, no way!”, Steve replied. “Do as he says!”, owner Julianna “No, this guy is on his way down,” Steve said as he ran towards the local bakery. “No, this guy is on his way down,” Steve said as he ran towards the local bakery. blacksmith workshop. Glek thought he was running for cover, but what he was really doing was a cannon he had made earlier in the week in preparation for this day. Glek tried to grab Steve to stop him from shooting the dragon but it was no use....... middle of paper...... his father didn't have it left to enroll in the dragon training school. How about you sign him up and I can be his teacher after school? But you are responsible for him. » “I understand, sir. » Steve wasn't very good at dragon training school, in fact he was horrible, until Glek showed up one day and informed him that he would be his teacher. "You're kidding," Steve hesitated, "you're not a warrior, you're a blacksmith." » “I wasn't always a blacksmith. Now take this sword. »Steve took the wooden sword and they spent day and night for a week learning the art of swordplay. Most importantly, however, Glek had made a wooden dragon so he could teach him how to attack a dragon. On the first try, Steve completely missed the dragon, falling on his face. “Oh, I’ll never learn that, let’s face it, I might as well be the joke of the town.” Judge, jury, executioner