The answer

"You want to help?" the old man scoffed at him. "Little girl go home and do what girls your age do," he advised.

"I told you not to call me a girl," he said stomping his feet to the ground like a child. He hated the way that they addressed him and how they spoke to him.

"Look you need a therapist to talk to. You need help accepting yourself," one of the other five oldies said to him.

He was a dragon and they talk to him however they wanted and even went as far as to treat him as a child. He hated that he was powerless to do anything to stop them from talking.

"I don't care what you say but I want to help look for Royan," he said to them. "I will help you save him," he spoke and before he knew he was flung across the trees by the old man.

He hit his head on a rock when he landed. He felt dizzy from the impact and felt the weight of his head increase. He tried to lift his head but dropped it again.