The Tale of the Dragon Girl and the Lost Orb

Prologue

In the olden days our ancestors were granted a thousand square miles going off in four directions by the World Rulers, thus making it a perfect square. Supposedly the first thing they did was build walls out of the toughest thing known to the Carganights at that period of time while also building their houses out of it. The Carganights were very peaceful, loving people who detested the thought of war. That's why they were building the walls. To keep the war out. Once the walls were built and everyone had a house and family, they started on a beautiful, domed glass roof. It would only open once a likona in the many likks they had. The time it oppened was a beautiful ceremony, partly because the moons turned a solid shade of white and granted a blessing upon each Carganight. The other part was because all willing children wanting to leave the city and explore the others were able to go. But a dispute rose amongst the four original leaders about the safety of the children. So eventually, people stopped leaving and the glass is only opened to celebrate the moons' blessings. 

Story

I sighed and looked around me. Everyone was smiling, laughing, and enjoying themselves. Of course they were. There are no tears, fears, or pain here. Sounds like a perfect place right? Wrong. It was a perfect place. Until about two cycles ago when I saw the most horrific thing. I saw one of our Lights beat and kill a defenseless, innocent man. The Lights are supposed to promote peace and restraint amongst us and teach us the ways of being peaceful. They practically run our city with the exception of the Airator. He's the ultimate teacher. And he picks one person out of the thousands of people who live in our city to be his apprentice. I should know. My big brother is his apprentice now.

"Sylvanna!" I heard someone shout. Oh no... I know that voice. Is the best apprentice in the world! And yes, my sarcasm was intended there.

"Yes, Oh Mighty One?" I asked, looking over my shoulder at him. He smirked and sat down beside me, offering me a cool Jun fruit.

"I know you're still upset about not being picked but really Sylvanna, I think it's better that I was picked rather than some stranger. At least you're not stuck seeing them all the time and having to get to know them. I know how much you hate having to do that. Besides, Grandpa thought I was the best and I agree with his thoughts." he said as I took the purple and green fruit from him. One thing I forgot to mention, my grandfather was the last Airator. Aavan took pride in telling anyone and everyone that.

"I know you do, Aavan. I'm sure you agree that as long as you get to stay Airator, that anything and everything else is just fine with you." I growled, nudging him with my arm.

"Whatever. So have you found a mate yet?" He asked, grinning from ear to ear.

"Would you stop asking me that? You're starting to sound like mom and dad. It's bad enough I have them breathing down my neck, you don't have to, to." I growled, glaring at him.

"Ouch. Calm down it was just a question. No need with the lava stare, sis. But you're eighteen. All the young girls have found mates by now and if you keep waiting, all the good ones will be gone."

"And what about you? You're almost twenty-five but no one's breathing down your neck to find your mate."

"That's a little different. Everyone knows how important by Airator duties are. I'm still in training, Syl. Besides, Sameron has all ready found her mate and is going to give birth soon and she's almost sixteen."

"Well what's fine for Samers is not fine for me. I'm not her carbon copy, you know. Besides you know she gets anything and everything-"

"Oh don't start that up again."