Lost Rider- Book 2

Eighteen

Tyvyana and Mori are in the picture.

In the small town of Bandits, thieves, dragon hunters and criminals all was peaceful. A fight had broken out in the tavern, and a dragon had eaten a flock of sheep. The town stood proudly on the edge of a cliff, at the base of the cliff, waves gnawed at the rocks. And the sea stretched on for miles.

Suddenly, a mighty roar split the air, and a burst of flames exploded over the houses. Men shouted and grabbed their weapons, women discarded their skirts and fought by the side of the men. A little girl with orange hair ducked for cover, her wide blue eyes held no fear as she escaped the town and ran to the forest.

"I knew we'd get an attack today!" Derek shouted In triumph. He was the leader of a hunting group. "The mountain bandits and shadow-souls were coming today for a meeting! Now they can be reinforcements!"

Lorelie grunted in effort, controlling Nesenth had been easier said than done. He hadn't been ridden his whole life, and had no idea how to properly follow commands from a rider. Distracted by the fires, the hunters took no notice of Nesenth lowering himself. Without effort, the golden dragon tore the gate off the front of the town.

Ky and Harold burst in on Iglendar and Lili, shouting war cries they fought mightily. Mountain bandits and shadow-souls climbed the walls of the town. Nesenth released another flame, reducing the forge to ashes and rubble.

"This was a terrible idea!" Harold yelled, throwing a knife at an archer about to fire at Nesenth.

"Just hold them off until the others arrive!" Lorelie screamed back.

On the other side of the country, Atta and Mori flew in unison. The black had spread across Atta's other side, her right wing was the only part of her body that had remained white. A giant loop of silver was hooked into the dragon's left nostril, adding to her scary appearance. Her Crimson eyes glistened in the light of the morning sun,and her scars shone like a glaze.

Mori had grown to a great size. His eyes were fierce and his talons were sharp. "Atta, can you see that?" Mori suddenly asked, he had stopped flying and was flapping his wings to hover.

Atta hovered, and turned around, her deadly gaze staring at the horizon. A large billow of black smoke was rising up from the coast line. "I see it" Atta said, travelling for so long she had learned how to speak the language of humans.

"I believe it is a signal" Mori said, "what makes you say that?" Atta questioned, her mighty wing beats keeping her in the air.

"Look at all the creatures already headed over there" Mori gestured to the ground. Fire lions were bounding towards the smoke, dryads skipped across the countryside with weapons in hand. Unicorns with their deadly sharp horns, coyotes, hundreds of werewolves and man-eating wolves ran together.

Lorelie noticed the amount of creatures that entered the town, some were slain but others were slaying. The back wall of the village collapsed, and people ran. They were stopped in their tracks by Harpys landing in front of them, creating a wall of wings. Unicorns jumped over their wings and fought with the townsfolk who thought it wise to flee.

An arrow made from a dragons' tooth was fired, hitting Nesenth at the base of his neck. The arrow sliced through the leather ropes around his neck, and Atta's tooth clattered to the stone of the burning courtyard. Nesenth roared in pain as his flying faltered.

Lorelie screamed in horror as she fell from Nesenth's back. The top part of her body hit the cliff edge, while her legs hung over the edge of it. Sliding downwards, the half-Nightagle gripped at the earth. She clung onto the edge of the cliff face, fear gripped her as she stared down into the churning black waters below her.