Draegon Rider History (Draft 1)

Prologue

The young child ran through the tall grass that surrounded the house, arms stretched out eagerly for the silver haired woman making her way towards the door, "Grandma! Grandma! Grandma!" The elder woman catching the eager child as she leapt from the ground into her grandmother's arms, her mother rolling her eyes as she carried her own mother's personal items. "You came!" The child cheered.

The elder woman smiled at her granddaughter, her smile lines crinkling from her joy as she hugged her youngest grandchild to her chest, "Of course my darling. I wasn't about to pass up the opportunity to see my favorite granddaughter."

The child laughed at the comment, "Grandma, I'm your only granddaughter." The pair still giggling as they made their way inside.

Not too much time passed before evening was setting in, the air still mildly warm but one could taste the crispness of the cold starting to set in.

The young girl crawling up into her grandmother's reassuring arms to watch the slowly darkening sky, waiting for her favorite part about her grandmother's visits. Her stories! Her grandmother would tell the best stories about heroes and the important duties they performed. Little did she know that she was about to be told the best one yet and indecently the most important.

The grandmother pulled a blanket over the two, slowly gathering her thoughts. The child lightly shivering with anticipation as she waited patiently for her grandmother to speak. "My dear Serilda, have I ever told you the tale of how the dragon riders came to be and their fleeting history?" The girl's eyes widened at the notion of dragons. Tales long forgotten in history. She quickly shook her head no, wanting to hear the story more than anything.

Serilda's grandmother sank further back into her chair, faded green eyes misting over as she recalled more of the story, "The era of the dragon riders were dark, dangerous, and sorrowful times. But before I tell you that portion of the story, I need to tell you about how the dragon riders first came to be. And all of that started with one girl."

"Her name was Indrasena. She came from a modest family from a small trading village. Her mother was the daughter of a blacksmith, who made the finest of weapons, armors, and any other item you could imagine. The girl's father was a trapper." At her granddaughter's confused expression, she quickly amended her last sentence in a way the small girl would understand. "Let's just say that he was a hunter. Not the best around but he was able to bring in enough animals to keep his family fed and have enough to trade to others."

Serilda's expression cleared as she understood what her grandmother had meant. Slightly shifting back to snuggle further into her grandmother's embrace and taking her hand to play with the older woman's fingers as she continued on with the story. "Indrasena's father was often away on extended hunting trips along with her elder brothers. Though the eldest would soon join the Keepers, a military squad that kept the peace in the realm."

"Her mother wasn't strict about having her three daughters growing up as ladies of society as some families. Instead both of her parents taught her the value of hard work and struggling to accomplish your goals. Indrasena was taught the ways of blacksmithing by her mother and grandfather while her father taught her how to hunt using a bow.

When she became older her father started to take her on his hunts. Leaving for weeks on end, but always sending kills back with her brothers to take to their mother. Till one day Indrasena's father had a terrible run in with a grizzly bear. It killed their hounds and left him heavily wounded but not to the point where he died." Serilda let out a pent up breath, already enraptured in the tale that her grandmother had begun to spin.