[ WP ] When everyone turns 18 , they receive a pet which is figurative of their personality . You 're the first person to receive a dragon ...

Every person in the world receives a creature at the age of 18. Since time immemorial, scientists and philosophers have been aching to find the reason for this, to figure out where the creatures come from- And how they reach us. The Guardians, as they have come to be called, are bonded in life and death to their owner. The creatures share the personality, the mannerisms, some say the very soul of their owner. Cults and pseudo-religions are almost a part of our daily lives at this point. Whenever someone turns 18, a relatively large fanfare abounds around them. My brother was a Cheetah- He is quick on his feet and witty, and uses this to avoid facing his troubles. My mother and father are both Feline as well, my mother a Lion and my father a Tigress. It was expected that I would be Feline, like the rest of my family, and they talked about it constantly- `` I'm sure you'll have one of the Great Cats, my son!'' `` Your Guardian Cat will make us all proud!'' 
 
 This world is different than most. In most worlds, people discriminate on ability, on race, on intelligence- But not here. Here, people discriminate on Guardian. Their was an hierarchy of Guardians established by idiotic philosophers in the 5th century. 
 
 First comes the Feline- natural Leader and the proudest of men. 
 The second Guardian is that of the Canine- Strong, but foolish in nature. A follower to the end, a warrior in their ways. 
 The Third is the Avian- Flight marks the sign of invention and ingenuity, unperturbed by the ways of the world. 
 A rank below is the Boar- A merchant at heart, Cold and unmoving swine. 
 Below them lay all the host of the world, lizards, animals, water-goers all- They exist solely to serve those above. 
 Finally are the Legends- Creatures that do not exist except in the fancy of the world. These are the names that shall be remembered in Time Immemorial. 
 
 George Washington, the British General turned self-important Emperor of America was a Griffin, Alexander the Terrible is remembered as a Sea-Serpent, Henry the Glutton King an Ogre. Nobody wanted a Legend- They always died an ugly death. So that day, my 18th birthday, I hoped for nothing but a Cat, pushing out my secret desire for change that every man holds dear to their heart. I walked out into the sun for the first time that day, as was tradition, and my Guardian was to materialize in front of me. Instead, my family heard a great roar. They froze, my mother's hand going to her waist, then remembering she left her gun at the station. My brother ran back inside, and my father watched silently. The great roar sounded once more, and in the distance we saw the impossible. We saw a Dragon. It landed in front of me and we all stood in silence for a moment. I hesitantly held me hand out in front of me. My mother gasped, realizing what I had known from the moment I heard the roar. 
 
 I am a Legend. I am a Dragon. And it was time for some change. 
 
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 Holy hell that was horrible. I lost my motivation halfway through but I forced myself to keep writing >. < Anything I could've done better, I suppose?: /
