Ace reached the slightly rotted corpse of the dragon he had killed. He wondered if the girl had kept it as a pet. No doubt a dragon-lover like her would. He kicked the body before moving on to the mountain. He climbed to his perch, where he had shot the baby dragon. He turned and looked to the beach. The old man who had given him a ride waved, and Ace waved back, feeling like a small child. From this great distance, he could easily imagine that it was his father on the beach, beckoning him to join him and his sister in collecting shells or making sandcastles.
Collecting shells, Ace decided, that's what they were doing. His sister was down the shore a ways, diving to find the biggest and best shells. His mother's voice, faint due to to distance, called for him to come down, and to be careful not to fall. Ace smiled mischievously and turned to the mountain. He gripped the face, closing his eyes and climbing by touch instead of sight. He knew his mother would be furious at him for closing his eyes, but he didn't care. He climbed up until he felt an emptiness with his hands. He then opened his eyes and found himself at the summit. He smiled and sat on the somewhat rounded, but mostly flat, top of the peak. He got on his feet and looked around, his mother's warnings lost in the wind. He looked at the beach, and saw a shape that could have been his sister. Then he saw his father, or the old man who could have been his father. Screaming and waving for Ace, frantically. Ace's illusion failed, and he no longer saw his sister, but a dragon. A small dragon, but a dragon nonetheless. He jumped off the peak, aiming for the forest, and he landed on his perch, his toes dangling over. He lost his balance and fell, grabbing the branch of a tree. He felt like his arm was being ripped from his body, and this pain caused him to let go. He fell a few feet and landed on his back. He used the tree's trunk to help him stand, and he slowly walked through the woods, trying to shake the pain from his body. When he reached the dragon corpse, he was fully recovered and he ran, as fast as possible, to the beach.
The old man screamed as the dragon approached, and Ace reached for an arrow, only to find his quiver missing. He cursed himself and refused to be helpless. He came up behind the dragon and wrapped his arms around its neck, digging the heels of his boots, which had silver spikes, into the dragon's shoulders. The dragon screamed in either annoyance or pain, Ace didn't know which, and attempted to toss Ace from itself. Ace held on tight and thrashed against the dragon, forcing it to turn. He controlled the dragon in this way until they were far away from the man. Ace then kicked the dragon, somewhat gently, where its wings connected to its body. The dragon unfolded its wings and instinctively began to run. Ace clung to it for dear life, and then the dragon leaped.
The dragon dipped a little under Ace's weight, but then it gained strength and began to fly normally. Ace lay flat on the dragon's back, in between the wings, holding on to the crest, his knuckles white. He shuddered as the dragon flew higher, the cold air flowing over his body. Ace looked down and saw the ocean, and he remembered his childhood dream, which he had chased after until his family was killed. To fly. To fly on the back of a dragon. The dragon flew over the mountain, but Ace couldn't make it land.
The dragon flew to the mainland, and Ace yanked on it's neck harshly to make it turn away. He turned it back towards the island, and it flew back. He saw the cave in the mountain and tried to steer the dragon towards it.
The dragon, used to Ace at this point, landed when Ace applied a small amount of pressure to a soft scale on the dragon's neck. Ace slid off of the dragon, his body shaking. He had to lean against the dragon in order to stand, and he realized how beautiful its green scales were. He smiled at the thought and walked into the cave, the dragon following.
"Can you breathe fire?" Ace whispered to the dragon. As if in response, the dragon let out a stream of fire. Ace smiled and climbed onto its back. He rode the dragon deep into the cave, stopping when he reached the hoard. He ignored the feeling of betrayal that sank into him when he realized that he had let a dragon live. He had betrayed his sister. He shook this feeling off and slid off the dragon. He smiled and walked around the cavern, followed closely by the little green dragon.