Here's the latest chronologically
Drake ran to the side of the dingy that fate had placed him on yet again. After letting out his lunch, he stared over the side for a few seconds, closed his eyes, and shuddered. A resounding wet smack broke the still morning air as the first mate slapped him on the back, saying "there there Drake, you'll get your sea legs yet!"
Looking at the man with as much loathing as he could muster, Drake solemnly replied “The day a Dragon gets his sea legs is the day you, and the rest of the world, loses it’s freedom” Indeed, nothing short of the threat of death had pushed Drake onto that boat. Not his own either, but the death of other creatures drove him to the brink, no small thing to bring a dragon to such an extreme. You see, the red dragons of Trelden performed many dark rituals to protect and harden their scales, to the point of weighing far too much to swim. As if creatures of fire wanted to swim anyways. Water was much too cold for a Dragon to survive in, and the very thought of being in it would cause one to shudder. Something Drake had spent the past week doing, nearly constantly.
“I will be glad to see land again” He said grimly to the first mate. “Imagine being surrounded by fire, with only a small island to keep you safe, and you’ll have some idea of how I feel. Or, so I’m told.”
“Yes” The otter replied, “But our world is hardly made up of great lakes of fire. It seems my race won out there. So good luck with the conquest against freedom, my scaley friend. Not much to worry about when a mere puddle will keep the great monsters at bay.”
“A mere puddle indeed” Drake muttered. “let me know when we see land. I’ll be below, pretending I’m not a few feet from certain death.”
“Ah” The otter said excitedly “It seems you’ll need none of that” Raising his voice a bit more he exclaimed “Look ahead Captain! Land Ahoy!”
Peering over the side, Drake took a bit longer in spotting the great mass of land, as slowly but surely, it loomed into view. “Finally!” He nearly shouted, “Hope of freedom from this dreary misery!” Not realising it, he had spoken words with dual meaning. Perhaps, in this new land, he could find hope from the oppression that plagued him so relentlessly in the last.
As they pulled into the dock, Drake could hardly contain himself. The only thing stopping him from jumping to the wooden platform immediately was the dark waters between it and the boat. When safety seemed assured, he leaped across and raced towards shore, turning many heads as he did so. Reaching the shore, despite the wobbly gait caused by time on the water, he lay down on the sand and simply allowed the feeling to sink in. Peering at him, an uncharacteristically gruff ferret said “Ain’t you fishy types supposed to like the water?”
Relief washing over him each moment, Drake couldn’t be bothered to explain his heritage, and simply said “Yes, but it’s been far too long”
After several minutes, Drake got to his feet, and wobbled into town. The reason for his strange movements was clear to this port town, not even a drunk looked quite that out of place. Approaching a tavern, he was disappointed to find them completely booked. They were likewise disappointed to find that he had no interest in their drinks. Realising it was entirely possible that he’d be run out of town in very little time, he decided that before pursuing room and board elsewhere, he ought to find something to make him look a bit more menacing. After all, the last place he lived in was filled with monster. Maybe a weapon would scare some off, and cause less incidents.
Quickly finding the smithy, Drake walked in and approached the wolf at the counter.
“Hello there traveller” The wolf said with a smile, “Looks like you’ve spent some time on the water! The name’s Nazir, what can I do for you?”
“Ah, right. I’m Drake, and yes, far too much boating. Um, I’m looking to obtain a weapon. A big one. Scary looking, if you can manage it.”
“Heh” Nazir chuckled. “A big scary weapon? On a tiny lizard such as yourself? Anyone with two eyes could spot an easy target” He said, walking around the counter and heading to his forge. “Here, maybe we can find something that suits you better.
“Certainly!” Drake exclaimed, “After all, you’re the expert. Just, make sure it’ll keep things at bay” ‘After all’ he thought, ‘I don’t mean to use it. That would hardly solve anything at all’
“Yes, of course.” Nazir assured him. “Do you have any experience wielding a blade? Perhaps something thin, with a clear intent”
Drake stammered for a few moments, not sure how much he could reveal. “Uh, yeah... I-I’ve got experience... With a blade! Ummm... a sharp one?” He tried. It was painfully obvious that his tongue was not a crafty one.
“A sharp blade?” Nazir tried to hide another chuckle. “I should hope so. You wouldn’t get much done with less, now would you?” Pulling several swords from separate racks, he showed each to Drake, and noted the confusion on his face. “What sort of blade do you prefer? Perhaps a Falchion?” He said, brandishing an odd looking, half tilted sword before Drake’s eyes. “No? Maybe a sword breaker to go with it. Or a hook blade, once used by the monks?”
Confusion written upon his features, Drake paled at the sight of the large weapons, wondering at the strange curves and deadly spikes adorning them. “Right. Maybe something less... Violent?”
“My dear boy! Violence is the name of the game!” Nazir looked him over. “What sort of weapon are you familiar with?”
“Well” Drake said, finding some solace in the kind eyes of this man, “to be honest, I never learned swordplay. I was taught with... Daggers” He said, hanging his head.
“Why didn’t you say so? I’m sure I’ve got something to suit you”
“Yes but” Drake started. thinking he must be insane, Drake decided to explain more of himself. “I don’t want to hurt anything. I was hoping to... Scare them away. It seems everything wants to take a chunk out of me, and I end up killing them, every time”
“I see. Not a fan of violence? Well, neither am I” Nazir walked over to Drake, and put a hand on his shoulder. “Why don’t we sit down, you can explain a bit more, and we can decide together what you’ll be needing for a blade”
“I suppose” Drake said, surprising himself. ‘Well,’ he thought, ‘I did come here hoping for change. Maybe honesty is a good start.’ Seating himself on a bench next to Nazir, he took a moment, then started from the beginning. He spoke a tragic tale of pain and anguish, his words shaking when he spoke of lost friends, and more than a few tears shed over the memories of the things he did, and the things done to him. “Worse than all that, though” He explained towards the end, “Throughout it all, the worst thing of all, is knowing that I’m accomplishing no good. I spend half my time doing terrible things, and the other half hating what I’m doing. I try to stop, I really do. It seems I am simply too weak. I always have been, and I always will be.”
At that, without a moments hesitation, Nazir reached out and embraced Drake. Holding the dragon close, he whispered “Never. You are strong, and you will win this. I have seen it in your words, and it is written upon your features. You will do what it takes, and you will accomplish great things.”
After a long while, Drake broke off the hug. Gazing at the wolf, he took a good long look. Tear stained eyes, the surrounding fur damp because of it. A face filled with love, and compassion, more than he’d ever witnessed before. Here was a man who knew pain, his pain, and knew just how difficult it was to bear. “You really-” Drake choked out, “you really think so?” After a second, he continued, “you really think I can win?”
“Yes” The wolf assured him “You can. You could have, should have already. The power is within you, you just need to learn how to use it.”
Drake didn’t respond immediately, and Nazir didn’t force him. Sitting there, he thought things over. A great weight had been lifted, just by explaining himself. He felt that he didn’t have to hide from the truth anymore. Not only that, but he felt something that had been lost in years. A glimmer of hope was filling his heart, and he began to feel joy. Yes. He could do some good. No, not even that. He WOULD accomplish some good. There was no more looking back. Now was the time to change, and there would be no greater opportunity. Drying his eyes, he looked at Nazir and asked “What should I do?”
“You know the answer. You have told me already. You have helped many, though you refused to believe it. However, you also left some who may have needed you. There is no going back, but you must ask their forgiveness. Then, the good inside your heart can fight against the evil, and you can find the way”
“Yes. Thank you. I will do this, whatever the cost. I will send word to my pack, let them know I’m sorry, and try to get them here. Maybe they will accept me, or maybe I’ve hurt them too much, but I will.” Realising one thing he was missing, Drake said “Umm, this will not be easy though. I cannot go back, and getting them here will not be easy. I will need a place to work, and a place to stay. Not only that, if something were to happen, if I did fail, surely I would be driven out.” Suddenly a crippling feeling overcame him. “I- I wouldn’t be able to... If I was exiled, there’d be no wa-”
Reaching his arms out yet again, and embracing Drake once more, Nazir said to him “You will find the way, and I will be here to help. There will be no more mistakes, and you will never have this problem again. I will be here, and here you will stay, until we are both ready to leave. You can find room and work here, and when we have done what is required, we can go wherever we are needed next”
Overwhelmed, Drake returned that hug. Truly humbled, he could think of no way to express his gratitude. “How can I ever repay you, when you’ve already done so much for me?”
“Brother” Said Nazir, “were it not for you this night, I would be gone. You have no debt to me. Together, we will find our way”
(note, this is not completed. I got it to a good enough point to share what I have, though

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