Hey BTW Mortisae is in the ancient dragon language.... just a heads up.
The army of Dragon Riders flew forwards into the black night, the man uttered a single word that although carried by the wind his dragon still hear " Mortisae."
Tyme's grandfather's tale ran through her head, The tale of the Dragon Lord. Tyme new that wasn't the end of the story, the legend. Her grandfather would never tell her and her father didn't know it himself, she tucked a strand of her knotted hair behind her ear.
The wind was strong up here, although it was in the crevasse of the canyon the wind still blew into Tymes face as she dangled her legs over the edge of the cliff. She put her hands behind her and leaned oh them, relishing the feeling of sun on her face. The small wedge of sunlight ran across her face changing into colours of flickering purple, green and blue as it reached her necklace which had fallen out of it's place tucked under her dress.
"Tyme!" a voice called, she snapped her head up, waking out of her half-sleeping state. She hadn't got much sleep the night before.The voice belonged to one of her maid's, she thoroughly objected to the fact of having someone dress her. She was perfectly capable of doing so herself.
" What?" She asked not really caring, if it was anything to do with the dragons getting out last night she had no idea.
" Your father wishes to see you." Tyme gulped she hardly ever talked to father, he was so set on making this dragon farm the best known in the lands, which it already was because of the tower in the centre. Any one within 1000km's could see it. The dragon Lords Tower.
Tyme lifted her skirts hurrying over to her father. He frowned disapprovingly, Tyme would admit it to herself she was a mess, the party last night had gotten a bit out of hand. Her normally neat blond hair was frizzled and messed up.
" Tyme! What does it take to get it through your thick head? You are never responsible and you are always throwing those mad Balls! Do you want to be the Dragon Lord?" He ranted, Tyme cowered under his disappointed gaze, she knew that she had messed up, big time, But she couldn't help it. She just wanted some fun.
"Tyme?" her father said before she could turn, " I've got a new dragon... It came from the west... Jusst be careful okay, I don't want you hurt." he said his voice softening. She turned and stalked away, she knew he was right but never would admit it.
Tyme stirred groggily in her sleep,
"Uhg" She groaned before glancing at the roman numeral clock hanging above her fire place.
XI it read. "Shoot!" She hissed, her father rescheduled her meeting with the Duke of Greenheal to today!
She jumped up pulling a dress over her head,
"My lady? Would you like some help?" A maid walked into the room, usually Tyme would decline the help and spend ages trying to tie it herself, but today was an exception.
"Yes please!" She said before walking over to her jewelry box, her dress flopping over above her waist. She fixed some earrings while the maid tied her dress.
hurried into the bathroom, splashing her face with water before slipping her delicate shoes on and running out the door.
She smiled breifly at the sunlight seeping in through the crack in the canyon,it always warmed her to have a glimpse of what was out there.
Broken from her mindless musing by a man calling her to a carriage, she hurried down to the hovering transport.
Plopping down in a seat she let out a deep breath. She leaned back against the red material of the cabin.
