Dragonriders of Pern, The return to Terra.

Phonology

Quick warring, i am dyslexic and my grammar and spelling will be off at time pleas try to survive i will leave a note at the beginning of every chapter to signify if its been grammar cheeked or not.

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The pass had not happened and the star was nowhere to be seen the people of pern where dancing singing and phrasing its fortune. And yet the good mood was about to be crushed as a sudden painful bugle from the dragons echoed in all whom where near them. Kurith, the current weyrwomans dragon rose her head as the pain of the massaged hammered in her skull. Mine! Terra cries under the red stars light. This message all dragon kin hear is not new for it have passed through space to reach us.

the consul was gathered and voices of worried riders talking field the room, even Queens and kings from other weyrs had gathered at Fort. "What are we to do?" the benden Junior asked as she stood from her seat. "Quit child" the Tegar weyrwoman said as she raised her hand calling the gather to silence. "I do no see a reason for us to do anything" she said her voice hard and strong "Terra did not send help to us and it's been generations sins any contact have been made." she was meat with agreeing nodes form the Igen, Ista and Southern weyr leaders. "So we just let the red star eat up Terra?" the Fort weyrleader said her eyes surpised and disgusted "we sit back and do nothing while millions of lives are lost to thread? what have become of the great dragon rider to let something like that happened?" the Tegal weyrwoman glared at her before huffing "We have new dangers at pern, the Razors are growing more and more dangerus by the day." this time all nine weyr leaders nodded. Kurith touched the mind of Omira I know you want to help but she is right we can not risk our dragons when the fighter Razor grows as large as a queen whers and their leaders even larger. she sighed "then its decided" she asked and nods confirmed that the wyers would do nothing for Terra.

The young bronze rider was passing in his weyr his eyes filed with anger and worry his large dragon laying at his ledge watching his rider. "They do nothing?!" he though it was a riders duty to fight thread and protect?" mine clam yourself "no I won't, we are riders with no thread at Pern the great queens might as well stop clutching and the weyrs die out. We are useless!" the bronze growled What about the Razores then? the bronze asked his eyes swirling a furious red. "So what all know that it's the whers who fight them, razors are active at night!" he growled tossing a clay pot across the room shattering it against a wall. Mine pleas clam down the bronze said a sigh in his riders mind "I got it!" he suddenly said the bronze groaning "don't groan of me I got an idea! We go get a Terrans who can stand, once they impresses they can go back to terra and defend it!" the bronze lifted his head form the ground Oh so what then, even if they go they will only have a few dragons and how would they get more? there is no way the Weyrwoman and leader will let a terran stand for a queen you know that no weyr will ever let her travel to Terra. he groaned "I know I just don't get it, we should help them" I know but it isn't that easy and getting there is dangerous as the jump between would last longer then what good is. "then lets go, lets prove it to them that it is possible" he said his voice beggin as he looked at his dragon I can not risk it No'rk and you know it the bronze and his rider glared at each other before No'rk steped up to the bronze "We go to Terra to night Wiroth and we bring home at least one person to stand" the bronze growled "pleas Wiroth I can't just stand by and do nothing" the bronze sighed Fereth will have our heads, but fine.

The darkness had fallen over the weyr but that did not mean activity had ceased. the Weyr was alive even at night as the many wherhandlser had started on their daily doings. High up above the weyr, high enough that no one would see them Wiroth and his rider where hovering You certain about this? No'rk tightened his grip around the straps of his saddle "let go". with that the bronze leaped between a picture which had been with the painful massage was his destination.

The time bettwen was long and when Wiroth finlay left the cold and empty space No'rk was on the each of passing out from a lack of oxygen and the freezing temperatures. No'rk? the bronze asked as he tried reaching his rider who groaned in his back *im fine, where are we?* he asked looking around them, the air around him was warm and carried the feeling of summer. "but how it had been late fall when he jumped. time have canhed now we must rest I bring us down somewhere out of sight. the rider nodded as the bronze took them down.