Fucker of dragons

You rowed the oars of your small boat calmly, even though your mind was cloudy with thought, you were answering the challenge decreed by the Elemental devils, the challenge to come to the island known as 'Primordial island' you remembered you mother begging you not to go, but you had to; your father and brother failed and returned shadows of the great warriors they once were, this was not just about saving the world, this was a matter vengeance

'Please don't go Draco, I can't loose you as well!' You remembered your mother saying to you but you managed to reassure before leaving, a few days later here you were landing on the beach of the island, to say the island was strange would be an understatment, it seemed like every possible weather condition was happening at once but the island was so large that each area didn't struggle for space with another, with your bow and arrows at your back and trusty sword at your side you set of in the direction of.