~THE DREAMER’S GUARDIAN~
Boaz had always dreamed of meeting a dragon—not in the distant pages of a storybook, but face to face, where the wind carried their breath and the earth trembled beneath their might. And now, standing in a field of swaying wildflowers, he could hardly believe it.
The dragon was enormous, its iridescent scales shifting colors in the golden sunlight. It wasn’t fearsome the way bedtime tales warned. It was magnificent—a creature of wisdom, adventure, and possibility.
Boaz clenched his small hands into fists, willing himself not to tremble. He wasn’t a knight yet, or a hero. He was just a boy with a heart too big for his own chest. He swallowed and stepped forward.
The dragon’s great head lowered, its eyes locking onto his. It saw him in that moment—really saw him—not as a nervous child, but as a person with infinite potential.
With a deep, rumbling breath, the dragon exhaled, sending shimmering warmth around the boy. Boaz laughed, reaching out, fingers brushing against scales that felt like starlight made solid.
The stories were wrong, he realized. Dragons weren’t monsters. They could be fierce and deadly, for certain, but they could also be guardians, companions, and friends.
As the dragon opened its wings—vast as the sky itself—Boaz knew this wasn’t the end of a dream. It was the beginning of a lifelong adventure.