because i like dragon AUs….
Like all good feuds, no one really knows how the war with the dragons started.
The villagers say the dragons struck first. Spreading fire through the fields and plucking the best livestock up right out of their pens.
Of course the dragons disagree. They claim the villagers, with their poisoned tipped arrows and catapults hurling stones and bombs, launched the first strike.
For his part, Oliver doesn’t much care who started the feud in their little valley. All he knows is that he wants no quarter of it. He may be a son of the Dragon Lord but Oliver wants nothing to do with the fighting. He doesn’t want to pillage and terrorize. He doesn’t want to hurt anyone.
When he’s obligated to join the others for raiding parties, Oliver’s quick to pull back. He circles the treetops until he’s sure his family and the others are distracted then lands softly in one of the fields.
Quickly abandoning his wings and scales, Oliver shifts form to adopt the look of a common man. He hurries into the village and starts helping where he can, pulling villagers to safety and covering them as they run to shelter.
On one such raid, Oliver’s helping school children flee from their burning school when a small hand on his stays him. Tears pool in a girl’s deep green eyes and soot stains her cheeks. “Please,” she begs. “Mr. Connor’s stuck.”
“Where?” Oliver’s stomach drops when she points back to the school.
Without a thought of how feeble, and flammable, he his in his human visage, Oliver runs into the school. He dodges falling beams and flames skirting around as he searches for the missing school teacher. Finding the man, Oliver picks Connor up like a new bride and sprints from the building.
Hours later, when Connor wakes in the makeshift hospital, Oliver is by his side. The teacher tries to smirk but the smile comes out much too genuine. He reaches a bandaged covered hand up to squeeze Oliver’s fingers once. “My guardian.”
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