The Dragon's Dilemma- OLD VERSION

PROLOGUE III

12 years ago

Winter was still going strong. All around the 7 kingdoms, people were starving.

But for Vaelora and Lyraella things are going much easier. Now that Blackfyre and Whitefyre were hunting for them they'd almost always had a full belly.

They have been here a year now. Vaelora had gotten extremely used to flying and could now even walk and run on dragonback while flying.

Another unexpected thing occurred. Vaelora went hunting one day but when she returned Lyraella was on Whitefyre's back. They weren't flying but simply, bonding. Lyraella was too small to ride her yet, especially without a saddle but one day they could fly together.

Whitefyre's eggs still hadn't hatched, probably they never will. Eggs rarely hatch but when they do it's often for a reason.

Life had been quite nice and calm of late. But Vaelora has been hiding a secret for a while. She hasn't been hunting with Blackfyre. She did in the beginning but all livestock has died, and the fish have swam away.

She had to start raiding villages with Blackfyre to get food. Almost every day she'd stolen a village's food and left them starving.

She didn't want to kill anyone but Blackfyre has a mind of his own. He'd kill a couple of people every time they went.

Dragons are picky creatures and each has their own taste buds. Whitefyre only eats fish and Blackfyre, well, he's called the cannibal for a reason. But it's impossible for him to eat dragons all the time so when he doesn't he only eats humans.

Vaelora and Lyria stick to the fish with Whitefyre. But every day Vaelora had to travel further and further away to find food.

"Sister look!" Lyraella came running over with a large white scale in her hand.

She'd grown up a lot. She was now 3 years old and could walk and talk almost perfectly.

"That's beautiful," she said to her sister.

She was sitting in her usual spot near the entrance to the cave. She'd sit there whenever she could and stare out of the window.

"Whitefyre has started shedding!" Lyraella said as she picked up some other scales.

Dragons only shed once every year but when they do, they do it properly.

"Can you make me armor with it like you made yourself?" Her sister asked while putting on her cutest look.

Vaelora sighed. When Blackfyre had shed she'd made herself armor out of it. It was quite flexible and unbreakable. Blackfyre's scales were black but burning them with his fire had given them a green tint which matched her eyes.

When wearing the armour she could repel fire but that didn't mean she wanted her sister to wear it. She was 3. She shouldn't have to need to wear armor.

But Vaelora has always had a soft spot for her sister and had trouble saying no to her.

"Alright. If you can gather enough scales I'll make you one by the end of the fortnight." Vaelora said while looking outside.

Her armour took her over 2 moons to make but Lyraella was much smaller than Vaelora and Whitefyre's scales were smaller and much easier to use.

"Thanks, Vae!" Her sister yelled while running off.