The Forbidden Rider

Chapter 3

Opal sighed. She sat on the railing of her house. The bow on her back was getting in the way. But she still kept it just in case. As well as the arrow bag. Opal saw ships coming from teh south end of the island. Opal then knew it was the day. The day the lead dragon hunters, Viggo Grimborn, Johann and Krogen would come to the island.

Opal looked up from her sketch of the Skrill in a book.

Dragon Flyers were arriving with their Singetails.

She frowned when she saw the reins on the Singetails. "They're forced to." She growled.

The chief then ran out of the house. He was halfway in his boots and on his Chief helmet and leather clothes. "Opal! It's time!" He yelled.

Opal snapped the book shut and ran after her father.

She met him at the dock where a ship was anchored. Two men stepped out. One had a huge blistering scar across their face and another had a traders outfit.

"Chief Frode." The trader one greeted with a smile. The blistering scar man had his hands behind his back and he was silent throughout the traders discussion with the chief.

"And hello, Opal II." The trader greeted Opal like he had with Frode. The chief's daughter shook the traders hand.

"So, Frode. Have you killed that Skrill yet?" The trader asked.

The chief growled and shook his head. He gave an unsatisfied look at Opal then the chief's daughter looked away.

Pity." The trader replied.

"But thats good for us. We need to talk to you about something the Skrill is needed for."

The trader and Opal's father left Opal with the blistering man.

But soon Opal was left alone. She sighed and started for the forest.

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Opal was sitting on a large stone sketching the Skrill once again. She tried to remember what the Skrill looked like. She sketched for a while not hearing what was around her.

Opal looked up. She heard rustling in the bushes next to her. Opal pulled out her bow and snatched an arrow.

She aimed it towards the opening space that was coming inwards.

The bushes revealed a dragon. But not just any dragon. The Skrill.

The Skrill growled. Opal jumped off the rock. The Skrill roared. "No no no be quiet. They'll hear you!" Opal whispered, loudly.

The Skrill stopped. Opal sighed. She sat back down in the rock forgetting the Skrill was there. She pulled out her ink stick and started the drawing.

The Skrill seemed interested and watched Opal maneuver her hand on the page.

The dragon made a clicking noise. Opal knew it meant the Skrill was satisfied or happy.

Opal laughed. Then she started her hand towards him. The Skrill growled. Opal pulled back. Then she let her hand out again but she looked away. Opal felt the ridged scales touching her hand. Opal looked back. The Skrill let her touch him.

Opal was shocked. Then she heard the sound of an arrow being shot and the sound of a axe being sheared.