Dragon Rider: An Epic Fantasy Short Story: The Cato Dragon Rider Fantasy Series, #1

By Connor Whiteley

An Exiled Prince. A New Problem. A Dragon Training Facility.

Dragons need Riders.

Exiled Dragon Rider Cato loves dragons. He trains them. He waits for a recruit.

But what trouble does the recruit bring?

If you enjoy enthralling unputdownable epic fantasy short stories with a wonderful romantic twist, you'll love this!

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• Language: English
• Publisher: CGD Publishing
• Release date: Jan 31, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201215996

Connor Whiteley

Hello, I'm Connor Whiteley, I am an 18-year-old who loves to write creatively, and I wrote my Brownsea trilogy when I was 14 years old after I went to Brownsea Island on a scout camp. At the camp, I started to think about how all the broken tiles and pottery got there and somehow a trilogy got created.Moreover, I love writing fantasy and sci-fi novels because you’re only limited by your imagination.In addition, I'm was an Explorer Scout and I love camping, sailing and other outdoor activities as well as cooking.Furthermore, I do quite a bit of charity work as well. For example: in early 2018 I was a part of a youth panel which was involved in creating a report with research to try and get government funding for organised youth groups and through this panel. I was invited to Prince Charles’ 70th birthday party and how some of us got in the royal photograph.Finally, I am going to university and I hope to get my doctorate in clinical psychology in a few years.

Book preview

DRAGON RIDER

Feeling the cold bitter wind brush past his smooth skin, Cato felt a small shiver run down his spine. As the wind continued to blow constantly, he could feel his skin become dry and harsh. But that was life out here.

In a corner of the Realm where problems that needed to go where sent. To a normal man that fact would make them rageful but not Cato. 

With the cold wind continuing to brush his skin, Cato kept looking out over the immense cliff edge. Smiling as he looked out over the thousands of kilometres of lust green forests, farmlands and rivers.

He supposed this was a perk of his banishment. At least Cato could wake up to this stunning view each morning. There was just something magical about how the immense thick green trees blow in the wind and the river swirled and twirled that made Cato have a moment of peace. Just for the briefest of times. As Cato moved his feet, he felt the smooth rock beneath him crack a little from the movement. 

Deciding his time of looking aimlessly over the cliff was over, Cato turned around, feeling the rock under his feet chip as he turned.

He smiled as he looked back at his home in these harsh mountains. Before Cato was banished or exiled here, he never would have understood how people would love the cold, damp mountains. But after being here for five years, he could understand it now.

Cato rolled his eyes as he saw a broken slate tile on the floor instead of being on his little stone hut