Zachary Maybeth had dealt with all the pain, the crying, and the fact that he would never see his father again. But he would have never thought he would have to now deal with the dragon. "Oh! Every great man in the Maybeth family inherits the dragon. It's an honor to inherit the dragon. The dragon has been in our family for generations!" every damn family member had told him at the funeral, his uncle, his aunt, his grandfather, and even his grandmother. Zachary was only 18, he could take care of the somewhat grown dragon, but that was due to the fact he had magic up his sleeve. Zachary Maybeth was a spellcaster, a wizard almost, just not as powerful. They were immortal, yes. But they couldn't do 'big' spells. Spells like burning an entire village down. Spellcasters could only use 'nice' spells. And the nice ones were the weak ones. Sure, Zach could make himself immune to fire. But only for an hour. Then he would have to do the spell again. It sucked. It sure did. So thats how Zach assumed he was going to take care of a dragon. A dragon. That was his father's job. But ever since the day he found him in the field with his head chopped off, no one had been there to take care of the dragon. So they passed it down to the youngest Maybeth. Now Zachary owns over 40 acres of land thats surrounded by a dark forest. The entire land was just for the dragon. Dragon, Dragon, Dragon. He sure wasn't going to like this. Responsibility wasn't Zachary's specialty.