Amaria was riding on her dragon as they flew with a group of teens in her training group behind the Shadow Riders. "Why are we attacking this village?" Airama asked the group leader. "This village is an Amarian city and it's a settlement of forest nymphs." Said the group leader. "Is that the only reason?" She asked. "No, that is the only reason I am going to tell you." The leader responded.
"That is the only reason they are doing this." Said a voice. "Who said that?" Amaria asked. "I did." Said the voice. "That doesn't help me." She grumbled. "Look down" The voice instructed. "Why...No way." "Yes. I am the dragon you ride. My name is Aryia." "You can talk?" "Yes."
"Can we get out of here?" Asked Airama. "It will be difficult but I think it's possible." Aryia responded. "Can we save the nymphs?" "Not without putting ourselves in danger." "We can't just leave them all here to die. Can't we save a few?" she pleaded. "I cannot." "You are a dragon." She challenged. "Fine. Hold on." Aryia sighed as she dived down and picked up five nymphs and flew up and far away.
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The Chronicles of Amaria
FantasyA wise dragon could be seen sitting on a rock overlooking an ancient war zone with a great history. He began to sing an ancient song of courage. #4 dragoness
