The Dragon Rider Chronicles - ON HOLD

PROLOGUE

                                                                                   Prologue

It is the year 1247 of the Fifth seed. To put it into more of a perspective it is Surday the twenty sixth day of Jaradar.  Fae’Dagon was once a thriving land, a safe place to call home.  To many people, Fae’Dagon was a place to retreat too, a place of pure beauty. But the days of reckoning are now upon Fae’Dagon.  The Orcs of Rensul’a have been causing havoc of the citizens of Fae’Dagon, terrorizing towns and settlements. They are all under control, by the great ruler, Thôra.  She believes that anyone who is a Dragon Rider is a vermin of existence and needs to be eradicated and destroyed.  But Fae’Dagon will not be lost, and neither will its great Dragon Riders.

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Dryn’s adrenaline was pumping at full throttle. His senses were hyped up too; he could see, hear and think at full capacity…beyond capacity. He was a weapon that the Orcs had not faced in a long time; he was a well oiled machine that could not be stopped. Tiny flickers of orange amber scattered and danced their way into the air like a thousand sprites before disappearing into the night sky. Dryn held onto his reigns tightly, Nyth exhaled deeply, a small jet of flames spewed out, Nyth scowled at the enemy that they were facing. Dryn had waited for this moment for a very long time, the thirst was not yet quenched. He had to take the life of the one responsible for the millions of lives that had been slain by her hands. Thôra had to die. Dragon Rider after Dragon Rider had lost their lives in order to protect Fae’Dagon.

“Rider…I will give you two options. Option one: I will spare your pitiful life, in order of one condition. You join the Orcs of my order and become one of us.  Option two: You refuse, and I will be forced to kill you…and your disgusting beast of a dragon.” Nyth growled, the sound vibrated through the night air, almost mimicking the sound of distant thunder.

“It’s okay girl.” Dryn calmed Nyth. Stroking her side, her scales were milk smooth.

“Dryn…why do we listen to her lies! Let me rip her to shreds!” Nyth’s voice echoed throughout Dryn’s head.

“Because, we just need to by a little more time…”  Thôra was beginning to grow impatient.

“What if I choose option one? What do I get out of it?” Dryn snapped at Thôra.  Thôra remained in her stance, standing slopped and her identity still hidden by her dark heavy cloak. She smiled, even though Dryn could not see.

“If you join and become an alliance, I will give you power…power that you never thought imaginable.”

“What power could I possibly want? I do not need any.” Dryn said as he gestured to push away her proposal with his hand.

“Rider, I grow impatient with your stalling.” Do you think I am that stupid?” Dryn swallowed hard, he knew that he could not stall for much longer. He needed to think of something, or his cover would be blown. The attack needed to start now. Aisia was in position, her follows behind her. Thirty five Elvin elf warriors, and fifteen dwarves, were weapons at the ready. Waiting also were the remaining dragon Riders, waiting just five kilometers away.  But Dryn knew that they were outnumbered. Thôra’s army was much larger and consisted of infantry, archers, scouts and she even had her own riders. But no one knew, if they even existed. Some say that they too were once loyal riders of Fae’Dagon, and that Thôra had turned them against the Imperial Alliance. But they were just rumors, created by storytellers.

“That’s it Rider…your time is up. Decide now. I will give you to the count of ten.”  As Thôra counted down, shadowy figures emerged from the darkness of the walls of her fortress. Thousands of Orc’s emerged, Dryn scanned each one of them, and he wasn’t going to give up.

“Six…five…four…” Dryn had to act.

“Dryn….what’s the plan…?” Nyth’s voice sounded hesitant.

“Aisia? Can you hear me?” Dryn reached deep into his mind and tried to reach out to Aisia’s mind.  He located it, and focused his connection. Then, he found her.

“I’m here Dryn.” Her voice was as clear as day. As if she was standing right there with him.  Thôra continued her countdown.

“…Three…Two…One…”

“Ready the army…it’s time…” Aisia, understood, and their connection were withdrawn.

“…Zero…I’m afraid your time is up….And so are your friends.”  And in that moment, Thôra raised her left hand out. A dark harsh light of purple materialized in front of her hand, the light grew brighter. The intensity caused Dryn to shield his eyes. Then the light instantly disappeared. Dryn removed his hands and almost lost his breath at what he saw in front of him. His heart sank into his chest.