3rd person pov... 15 years ago in Northwest Filo.....
Two women rush through the night, black cloaks hiding them in the night.
They hold items under their cloaks.
Babes wrapped in black.
They lope along the streets.
One with wolf grace.
The other with dragon elegance and power.
They rush down the street, and see each other.
Somehow, they knew that someday... someday these children will meet, fall in love, and be happy together.
They rush along side by side.
They whisper the idea between each other, and cast a spell on the children.
Ensuring that the best will happen.
They rush through the tarnished, dark streets like bandits.
For bandits they were.
They stole away these children from the gallows, as they and the others that had been stole, belong to their captors.
For these days, dragon riders and were wolves were outlawed.
They were put worse than the pirates of old.
They were to be tortured, then killed slowly.
The group of two never did meet the others at the docks.
They got word that their worst fears were confirmed.
The gallows had swallowed them up.
The two women payed silent regard in the threshold.
In the moment the bell chimed in the ancient clock tower, they boarded their little raft where their husbands were waiting.
They cast off, and sailed away.
Away to a land where the dragons flew free.
Unfortunately, they never got there.
The mothers soon died of the potions in their blood, as did the men.
The final man to die managed to dock the boat before collapse.
His last words were, "These future riders are the protectors of the Earth now. I feel sorry for the children raised in this. My child who will be raised in this never knowing the struggle to save her that we made."
It was the next morning now, yes... only six hours later.
A large woman walks by the boat, and hears a faint whimper of a wolf and a baby dragon.
The woman approaches the boat, and sees the dead man nearby with clear, and disturbing, signs of the potions in his body.
She takes an look in the boat, fearing animals were trapped aboard.
What she saw startled her.
A baby dragon with a compass rose on both her wings and brow, and an small he-wolf with a compass rose on his brow and his chest over his heart on both sides.
She called to them, and they approached fearfully.
She notices both cannot be more than a week old.
She see the signs of vomiting and illness all over the boat, and takes the babes away to avoid their own illnesses.
She carries them to the orphanage, as was the law.
They inspect them, and the babes turn into human children again.
The doctor confirms, "They are not brother and sister, but soul mates. We must make sure they are kept seperate, as not to confuse them. They are riders, at this age we may never know from where. Was there any clues on this so called boat?"
The lady speaks of the signs of illness and the dead man she saw.
The doctor insists to see this corpse, and sends the infants with the head magic nurse so she could put them to bed.
She then gets the idea of names.
She sighs, "Percy Daydream, and Alice Nightmare. Welcome to Windsor Academy of Riding. When you grow big and strong like your parents were once, you will meet each other again and ride the skies together like heroes from fairy tales. Now, rest up. You have plenty growing to do."
The babies grew exceptionally fast.
They soon were adopted, and sent on their way.
The parents promised to send them to Windsor at the proper age.
Unfortunately, they never appeared until one day they got a call from an inside agent.
They had been found two years later than they were supposed to show up, in a school three miles south.
Even better news?
They were on the way with them in the van...
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Winds' Best Friend💨
Fantasy"They are the protectors of the Earth now. I feel so sorry for these poor kids raised in this." In the north, there is Winder Academy of Riding. Or, WAR. AKA, dragon rider school. Among their future students is Allie Nightmare. Allie is silent...
