The Eternal Treasure!

Reseto got out of bed excitedly that morning. It was his rour (/ru*er/) day! On a dragon’s rour day, they make a wish. Each dragon had their rour day at 10 years old. A dragon’s wish is a one-time decision; once made, it could not be changed. 

Reseto’s mother, Celistelia (/celi*steel*ia/), called him down. “Reseto! Come down for breakfast! You don’t want to be hungry when you make your wish!” 

“Coming, Mom!”

Reseto was a tall, energetic forest and neon green dragon with sapphire scales ringing his neck and flaming orange-red wings. As Reseto walked down the crumbling, polished stone steps of his house, his stomach churned with worry. What if I make a bad wish? he thought. But his worry churned down when he saw what Celistelia had made for him. It was cooked lamb with sprinkled cheese, Reseto’s favorite! 

“What did you think, I would give you broccoli on your wishing day? Enjoy.”

“Thanks,” Reseto croaked out, as he was already digging in. 

His 12-year-old brother, Rohaneto (/roha*eato/), threw a corn chip at him. “Excited for your big day, little bro?” 

His 8-year-old brother, Nitcomb, squealed excitedly, “You are so cool, big brother!” 

“Yep!” Reseto patted his little brother on the head before leaving for his ceremony. 

He left his house and stepped onto the busy streets of Conaliaze (/con*al*liazes/), the capital of the district of Conxinlize (/con*ine*lize/). In Dragonese, Conaliaze meant “God’s paradise,” while Conxinlize meant “Hero’s home.” They both lived up to their names. 

As Reseto walked into the Domain of the Elders, he saw Conxinlize’s leader, Director Waterveil. He sat on a polished quartz stand high above the rest of the Council of Elders. They quickly ran through the basic procedures. Then they got to the wish.

“Reseto Darkbane,” Director Waterveil said. “What is your wish?”

Reseto thought for a moment before saying, “I seek for the Eternal Treasure.”

There! He had done it! Reseto only felt pure joy in the moment. A week later, Reseto set off to find the Eternal Treasure. Many had gone in search of it, but had returned empty handed, barely hanging on.

Reseto reached the Eternal Mountain, where the treasure was said to be. He was quickly lost in the maze inside the mountain. “I need this treasure,” he declared. “It’s the only way to pay off Cyclone’s debts.” 

Cyclone was Reseto’s father, who had gotten into a rather sticky situation with the Bank of Dragon’s. I need this treasure, he thought. For Mom. For Dad. For Nitcomb. For Rohaneto. For all of us.

Suddenly, regal music played from the speakers. Bright lights flashed. “Congratulations!” said an old dragon’s voice. “You have unlocked the Eternal Treasure – only those with true hope can unlock it.” 

Reseto looked inside the treasure chest. He saw rubies, diamonds and gold – more than enough to pay off Cyclone’s debts! And I did use one of the true treasures, he thought. Hope!