Torin the dragon rider (TOME 12 of the TIAMAT'S WARS SERIE)

The moonstones

The sun was high in the blue sky. It was summer and the pass north of Cove was glowing.Anyone who looked up could see eagles and other raptors. They were calling to the sky to show their joy and perhaps to attract a mate to share a little way together.

If you had wings and could follow them, you would see them fly across ravines, through endless canyons and also over the river that runs through Cove and after a long journey flows into the sea.One of them came to a forest overlooking the village plain and in front of him, waterfalls or salmon were trying to climb up the natural steps made of stone and water. 

 Thus they returned to spawn where they were born many years before so that the cycle of life could begin again.Britannia was truly a beautiful, wild country with all kinds of biomes from desert, to tundra, to mountains up to the sky and finally to the edge of a beautiful beach.

In the rapids, this same raptor, hungry for fish, could see a family of bears feasting on exhausted or laid salmon.And it was the little cubs who enjoyed it the most while observing the hunting techniques that their mother taught them.But for Torin, as for all the creatures of this world, there was no end, no frontier between the earth and the skyLike the wind rushing through the buffalo plains, this is where we belonged, and always would.

Geysers, volcanoes, caverns and incredible worlds, it was said that the spirit of the north was ruled by a white creature mingling with snow, mist, sky and rock...

Ragul was with Torin in the vast eastern plains."Look how wonderful it is... Blizzard is coming from here..."

Torin: "Ohhh dad! Look how beautiful they are...."

Ragul: "And fast too!"And he released Blizzard...

"My old friend, it's time for you to find yours too..."

And the horse, regaining his pride, started to run and joined the troop.

Torin was crying. Blizzard was his friend... too...Then, all at once, the hundred or so wild horses made a tight loop to the right and began to climb the hill. All was grassland with no shrubs or trees. Just grass and sky as far as the eye could see.

"You see. It's beautiful but... You can get lost in it. How would you get home?"

Torin "Uh.... I look at the smoke of the village in the distance?"

"Yes, you're right, but when it's raining, with the fog you can't see very far...So?"

Torin was playing with the bone penknife his daddy had given him to cut and carve into pieces of wood and bark and also to peel fruit.Torin was concentrating as he pretended to practice cutting a pine cone, thinking there were seeds in it to eat...

"So? Torin?? how would you do it?"

He threw himself on his daddy's stomach to hide his head...

"I would scream loudly DADDY, MOMANNN!""HAHAHA.... My brave little one... You still have a lot to learn... And...at the temple, what have you been doing again? Are you learning or what?"

"We got some wooden blocks and we all ran over them. It was whoever had the biggest pile...And With Max and Saphie, we built Lord British's castle and we put dolls to pretend to be the king and since we didn't have enough pieces, we took the girls' dolls.Since Saphie and her cousin Nelle agreed, we thought the girls agreed.I was fine with it, but when it was Max, they started crying and wanted to break the castle.

So we said "OHH the giant monster attacking Lord British" and blocks fell on their toes.The boys laughed but Father Damien stepped in and cracked down.