Erë-Nár's Story

Chapter 2.

When a Dragonian turns fifteen they can enter The Survival Competition, it is just what it sounds like; teenagers between the age of fifteen and nineteen can join and they will be dropped in a random spot a long way from the town in the wild, where they're supposed to get back to town as soon as possible. They can do this solo or as a group and they have five days to do so.
The judges have specifically trained pet dragons that always keep an eye on the teens so they won't cheat or die.

It is always in the summer and of course I joined, and I didn't just join, I won! And I won every year until I was eighteen, but I will tell you more of that soon enough.
Let me tell you about when my dragon came to me.
It was my seventeenth birthday and I awoke to a heavy warmth that enveloped me. When I opened my eyes I stared in to the golden eyes of a ruby dragon that was looking in through my bedroom window, her head was just as big and I could feel her smile.
“Don't be afraid Erë-Nár, I'm Níélla, your soul dragon” I heard her voice in my head.

I started to look around, startled by the sudden sound in my head. Níélla giggled and opened her mouth to speak.
-“I'm sorry Erë, I forgot that you just woke up, come, meet me outside” She said and her gigantic head left my room.
Quickly I jumped out of bead, put on my pants of brown cloth and ran outside.
A ruby dragon belongs to the Gem-Dragon-Family, they all have their special traits, and the ruby dragons are playful but gentle. When I came out she stood there, about ten meters high from ground to head when she stretched her head up in her full length, five meter long and maybe three meters wide. Her scales were red as rubies and her tail four meters, each wing was four and a half meter wide and her eyes were smiling with a warm love in them.
-“Maybe I should get smaller” She suddenly said and started to shrink, when she was in the same size of an elephant she made a satisfied sound and laid down on the ground in front of me.
-“Is it okay if I call you Erë?” She asked me and I nodded.
-“Are you really my soul dragon?” I asked with a big smile.
-“Of course I am, I've been waiting for this day for so long” She said and caressed her head against me like a cat. We talked for a while, learned and got to know each other a bit.
-“Erë, should we make the bonding?” She suddenly asked, I was excited and we had talked about this in school the past few years now, so I did know what to do.
We closed our eyes and I put my hand over her eyelids while I leaned my forehead against hers.
I read out loud my part of the prayer and she read out loud her part, it wasn't just a prayer, it was a promise as well. I could feel the burning in my eyes and when I opened them I could by will see from her eyes and she from mine. My throat started to burn and the next second I spit out a fire ball. We were connected, and my own fire power from my mother's side grew stronger, I could feel it, just as strongly as I could feel every breath Níélla took.
Minutes later we were up in the sky and flew, making loops and twists, flying higher and higher. We felt what the other felt, and that would be permanent; we would always share joy, sorrow, pain, love and happiness.

Now, I promised to tell more of the time I did not win in the competition, first you need to know that it is forbidden to have your dragon helping you in any way, and they can only be used as a riding animal. It was the third day in the competition and I were leading big time when I saw three men beating up one single guy. I got angry and interfered.
The guy on the ground was unconscious when the men finally left, I sat down to check if he was breathing and luckily enough he was. I sat camp for the day, the closest town or village was the capital where I was heading, and I couldn’t just leave him here or take him on Níéllas back until he woke up so I could learn if he was too hurt for that or not.
When he finally woke up it was dark and the full moon made his white hair shimmer, I knew he wasn’t a Dragonian since his hair was white, that doesn't exist here, well, that’s not completely true, white hair indicates that the blood of the Dragonkin is strong in a person, but they disappeared about forty-to sixty thousand years ago, so if he was a Dragonian he would bein a royalty and he didn’t looked royal to me. His skin was white and for the moment covered in bruises.
The men who had beat him up had been talking in a language I didn’t recognize, so who was he? Where did he come from? And why were those men beating him half to death?