Dragon Fire and Ruin

Prologue

You know that one crazy moment that you lay it all on the line? Facing all old and new enemies exposing yourself to the world? This moment before me was that moment. The world would know that there was still one rider of the serpent people of the north that existed.

This was that moment.

The moment when most of the wrongs could be righted. This was the moment when scars could be healed. Through dragon fire and the sharpness of a blade and the quickness of a black arrow I could make right what my mother had wrought. And in my innocence I had allowed her to do such evil acts.

A long time ago my people went to war with the Elves of mirkwood. To weaken them for the dark lord that my mother called master. Though at the time I did not fathom that that was her purpose. To say the least we were decimated, our greatest strength had become our weakness. And I watched as a young elf prince had taken on my mother atop her dragon. I made the mistake in not putting him out of his misery.

Instead of worrying of ever being found alive again I should have worried for the dragon who was twisted and warped by my mother and her darkness. The darkness in people closest to you is never noticed until it is too late. I should have killed her much sooner than I did before she ruined a good man and then let Frost end her dragon before he could decimate a city.

In one act of sentimental kindness I let her dragon live that day during the battle to live the remaining hours of his life on his own terms. The only problem was that he wasn't her original dragon. She had warped and enslaved him to her and so he lived. He lived to decimate Erebor and ruined countless lives.

If you die so to does your dragon and if your dragon dies you may survive with your mind intact but most slip into madness. I should have killed that wretched worm that day. Though he isn't to blame for it was my mother that caused him to be so. I will put an end to it even if it costs me my life.

Frost fans his wings to fan the flames higher and faces the betrayed crazed dragon. I still every muscle that quivers in silent excitement for this moment. I have lived centuries to see this day come to pass. I will die for it as well.

"Come now boy and see if you remember how to battle something of your own size." Frosts resonate voice echoes over the burning lake.

"I am fire and death not a slave to a petty human!" He roars

"You are a sniveling boy who wants what others have. A worm. A coward. A thief!"

"You dare!-"

"Come now little one let us finish this no need to shy from the battle now. We are just starting to have some fun" frost adds.

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This is the path that I had set myself on this is the moment to change many wrongs. And to think I once thought managing to keep safe thirteen dwarves and avoiding a certain elven king was a task. And then the hiding of a 50 ft dragon as I make my journeys through the land to this place far in the east.

All of that was just the prelude to this one moment. The moment. Of reckoning.

The battle has only just begun.