Igirre and Fundor hid in the trees while their new found sidekicks went to eat. The dragons were awaiting the moment to tell their riders about the war that is slowly reaching like long bony fingers ripping at the ground, towards the city of Vecren.
"Fundor. Can you hear the screams?" A dragon's senses were the HD version of human senses. Dragons could smell if a house was burning from hundreds of miles away. Dragons can hear sounds as if they are right next to the source.
"I do. It's the children of Vecren screaming with all of their might for their mothers and their fathers. " Fundor hated being able to hear so much but so little.He has never heard "I love you" from anyone he has ever meet. No one ever loved him. He was insecure that Wynter too would not love him. For he is a beast. A shadow creature.
"It's very saddening. We need to call them back it is almost midnight and they need to be ready to train in the morning." Igirre needed Harlequin to train his hardest, his fate was different to Wynter's. One must die so the other may live. To save Vecren.
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Shadow
FantasyImagine, waking up and feeling the cool spring air on your smooth face when you step outside to feel the weather. Then a shadow covers the sun and you look up to see what could possibly cover that much sky. That was once Harlequin. These shadows no...
