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

This is my world. Where fear dictates action. Sitting alone in the night within the trees of the forest. Alone. I've always been alone. Growing up amongst other orphans. Taking the abuse from the director, I learned quickly that trust is a weakness. 
 Years went on in that dredge of a house. I held no hope for friends, only to survive this hell and escape. Roam like I've always wanted to, and let the road keep me safe. Though, I was n't strong enough to leave yet, I was too young. But things do n't go the way you plan. 
 Vicious attacks from the other unfortunate children combined with the anger and neglect of an aging and cruel Matron. I was at the end of a very tattered rope. Matron Hilna, she was a devil, her soul pact was proof of that. An asp of which I'm sure was the cause of more than a few missing children. She was the reason I had run. Fear got the better of me. The asp enjoyed scaring the beaten children, by waking them, from their dreams of better places, with a whip of her tail and hissing directly in their face. In the other room you could hear Matron Hilna cackle quietly in approval. 
 Once, only once did the asp make the mistake of waking me so. I was terrified, but I did n't scream. No, I did the only thing that made me feel safe. I killed it. I grasped the snake with both hands, just behind it's head, and twisted until I felt something pop and it's body went limp. A scream shook the entire structure of the house. I jumped from my haggard cot and sprinted out of the house. But not before another orphan had confirmed what I was running from. 
 `` He killed the Matron!! He killed the snake!'' 
 I knew no adult would believe the horrors that went on in this building. I knew they were comfortable with their feigned ignorance. I knew the guards and their soul pacts would come for me. I knew I had to run. 
 The road? No, they'd follow me. The Forrest, it was almost inviting in the twilight gloom. It was not a place for people. There were dangers there that no sane person would risk. But it looked like home tonight. 
 I darted into the forest with nothing but the sad excuse for clothes on my back. 
 Years passed by. I sat near my fire, spear at my side. The forrest whispering its lonely hyme. My wolf skin jacket and hood kept the cold air of Fall from biting too deep. I was older, and it would be soon now. Time to make a pact with a kindred soul. It would be a survivor, it would be strong and solitary. It will find me soon. 
 Twigs snapping in the distance, slowly at first. The pace quickening, something was on the hunt. I took my spear from the leaves and stood ready. A great bear rushing from the darkness, held back by the fire light. 30 paces away, it snarled and gnashed its teeth. 
 And then, there was fire. Liquid flames engulfed the giant animal and the Forrest around it. I looked away, the heat was too great. And just as the fire had started, it stopped. A thunderous crash shook the earth. I looked and gazed upon a massive creature. 
 Covered in soot colored scales and scars all along its wings. It was n't an enemy. It knew me. Soul pacts do n't have names. Their name is your name, and your name is theirs. I walked up to the winged beast, coming only to it's heel in height. It lowered its head and I reached out. Touching its warm snout I calmly stated, `` We are survivors, you and I. We are Killian.'' 
 
 -Okay, this is my first WP. I hope you like it, I'm not to sure how well I did. I would love some advice if you have any.
