Jaden. Jaden Smith M. I already lived in Ireland, but I was from the capital, Dublin. I never met my mother, I lived with my father in a bedroom-living room apartment, and we were both famous for "family business": Dragon Riders. The name sounds pretty cool, but in practice we're bad guys. What we basically do is capture a Dragon and train him to run and then live on the bets they make on the best Rider. As is already deduced, races are illegal. Lack of caretaker structure, safety and respect for animals. But because it's illegal, it's a lot of money.

At the same time we are frowned upon. First of all, we steal eggs, newborn dragons. And consequently we risk our lives for it. Then we subdue the beasts with punishment, and then we make them run.

The races are not easy. They can occur in a hostile environment, like in a desert, and the animals end up dying. Or over the ocean, where the flying dragons end up dying drowned by the snares of their opponents hurling themselves at each other. It is risky for the pilot, and for the dragon. And that's where the emotion comes from.

But from there also comes the deprestige in society. Dragon Riders in the medieval era were seen as heroes, nowadays they are seen as ignorant brutes outlaws. They are not at all wrong.

I'm 22 and I really did not want to be in this room in college. Everything is clear and looks very sophisticated compared to my reality of eating tofu from the refrigerator and my charred shirts. I just found out that smoking is forbidden. Great. How I let myself be persuaded to go to college, I still do not understand. At the time it seemed like a B plan if my career as a Knight ends. But the truth is that a Knight's career has only one way of ending it: dead. I think I'm just trying to get away from my outlaw-bound life. Deep down I want to have a right life. Woman, children. A real job where I can come back alive at the end of the day and have some money at the end of the month. Seems fair. I also can not stand the dust of cocaine through my apartment consuming my mentor and father. The college seems to me just another beast with several heads. I feel cowardly for leaving Dublin and my father there. But he supported me. And I had studied in secret for a few years. I stole books from the girls at the School of Magic near a coffee shop where they were. I also assaulted some guys as they left the UUO pre-university entrance hall and took the backpacks with all the booklets. I got to know a friend, who explained to me every lesson he learned, but I ended up robbing him without realizing it, on any given night. He saw me and after that he avoided me every time. Even the curfew time has changed. We never talked again.

There was also a badly spoken girl who ended up fucking me and I discovered that she was studying in Dublin's best magical school, a boarding school she fled so she could spread her legs in peace. I wanted her to give me some information, but the only thing I got out of her were diamond earrings that paid me a great cell for my next run. I did not care if she was barely spoken, until she was pretty, funny, but she was not smart. Nor was it as good as the rumors that ran about her.

Until I met a girl from normal reality. I had discovered a portal in the library, and discovered that non-magic reality has cheaper prices. Melting iron for malting the nails of dragons was far more important. There would be more money for food, or if my father did not find out, books. She was reading a book called Eragon. I knew that book. He was pissed in the library of my reality and she was reading it with so much affection that I decided to erase my cigarette and wipe the blood from my forehead:

"Eragon?" I sat down next to her and twisted so I was not stinking with sweat.

-IT IS. - she smiled. - My favorite! Already read?

"Yes, it has a continuation." I replied nervously.

-Yes! I want to finish this to read the next. Is not that incredible?

"Would it be incredible if it were true?" I asked on impulse.

-I would love to. She sighed.

I wanted to take her through the portal, but I knew I would be arrested for it.

I returned to the library at that time, when she left school at recess and ate a knee hidden in the Z-6 row of the library, a very deserted one, where there were only books on Quantum. I'd sit by her side as she read and pretended to read the next copy of Eragon, but she was actually looking at her. There were parts that she looked up over the long blond fringe and looked at me. He would catch me looking at her and laughing. So we kissed and I never came back. I knew I was going to cry if I showed my reality. When he saw that the hero Knight was actually the son of a junkie, a poor fucking thief underground clandestine. And that I had to hurt the creatures she thought were so majestic so I could make money. I got so sick for never coming back that I even sniffed twice. But just as I stopped seeing her trying to protect her innocence, I never drugged her again.

When I got to college, more precisely in my room (which I would have to share) I found myself facing a tall face. I know I'm tall, but the guy was taller than me. His name was Harris and he was not too sure about his choice either, but he was a nice guy even though he looked like a bit of a fool. Although it was red and had said that he had just gotten a fight with a patricinho beast. His words:

"Do you believe he called me Shrek?"

I held back the laughter, but the trembling smoke that came out of my mouth could not lie and he ended up laughing as well. I offered him a cigarette and he accepted it, but he did not swallow it:

"You never smoked, did you?"

"No ..." he looked embarrassed.

"Okay, at least you did not cough. - I smiled. Harris was a nice guy, and we would get along really well. If he did not realize I'd probably steal his books over the periods.