Wild Companion - Inheritance Cycle

Prolog

Terod, a dark green, nearly black dragoness.

If someone looked up and saw the black dragon, they would have probably thought how powelful she must fell, flying above the land of Älageasia, anytime able to dive down and destroy with claws, teeth and fire,able to lift trees from ground, or they would run to hide, depends on your point of view.

To tell the truth Terod was felling numb. Just hours ago, she saw her brothers being killed by the nameless beast of the Forsworn.

In anger and despair she attaked them and was able to kill the dragon and the rider who did it, she smiled at that thought, but that didn't change the fact that her brothers were dead. They were dead and she was alive, left alone.

With nothing else to do but run before Galbatorix, the Black king, could arrive and kill her too, she looked at the bodies beneath her for the last time, bodies of dragons, humans, elfs but mainly the bodies of her brothers.

But why, why was she even running away from death? She had nothing now, her brothers were death, and nearly all of the dragons were gone, and the ones who weren't would soon be if they didn't join Galbatorix's side.

There were not even ten surviving dragons, she didn't count the nameless beasts of the Forsworn.

The race of dragons was death and Terod had nothing, so why was she running away from death?

She wasn't ready to give up yet.

There was still the hope of it ending one day, and Terod knew she wanted to see that happen.

She wanted to rip Galbatorix to shreds for all he has done to the race of dragons... and even if she could not do that.

She wanted to be there when he died, and than she will finally be free to pass.

Free to die.

Like her brothers.

Like the race of the dragons.

Felling determinated a little, even though still numb, she slightly alerted her course.

Her time for revange of fire and claws would come, but not anytime soon, and until then she wanted to be alone and grive for all that she lost.

For her brothers, the race of dragons, for the riders.

She will wait, and when the time will come. Her enemies will trembel and scream in fear, for her revenge of fire and claws, will be merciles.

After a while her destination was slightly visible on the horizon.

Peaks of the Spine were covered in snow, slowly revealing the mountains in all their glory.

The Spine will be ideal for her. No one would look for her there, not like there is anyone who should be looking for her.

Now she wanted to be alone and the Spine was perfect for thet.

No dwarvs, no elfs, and hopefuly not much humans.

She wouldn't mind urghals that much.

With that final thought, se flapped her wings enough to propel her higher and flew to the peaks to find a place where she could sleep in.

She will wait, and than she will have her revenge of fire and claws.