ON HOLD (EDITING) Rise of the Dragons: Beginning

Chapter 20

I've put in a pic of Isengard. What so you think?

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I let Rivildor support me as I got my breath back. Looking up at Edward I asked inquiringly if they really didn't know about Isengards' dragon.

"No. We had no idea. Up until now, we believed that Isengard was the most powerful sorcerer alive. That he had enough power to stop his aging process and become immortal." Edward explained, his voice grave. "The thought of him being a rider never crossed our minds." 

"We have to get to The Resistance. This is possibly the most important news we have received since The Fall." Aldren looked at me and Eridor and frowned. "Well, maybe the second most important." 

"We must also notify the vampires and elves." Rivildor added, his breath falling on the top of my head.

"I don't get it." I questioned, getting onto my feet and standing next to Rivildor and Eridor. "How did you not know? How did Isengard defeat the Riders?"  

"That's not our place to say." Edward answered. 

I looked at Rivildor but he too shook his head. "Nor is it mine Lyra." 

Beside me, Eridor growled, baring his teeth. Do you think we are not important enough to know. 

"Of course not Arugmir. We did not mean to offend you." Edward said placating, "However we cannot tell you. As I said, it is not our place to speak of such things." 

Eridor growled lowly, but nodded his huge head in acceptance. 

"Edward. It was a black dragon." Erthor said, walking forward. 

Edwards face was grave. I looked at him quizzically. "Why is his colour so important?" Personally , I was much more worried about his size. He was massive.

Do you know why Eridor?

No, young one. But I believe that Rivildor might. 

I turned towards him, my eyebrows raised in question. He leaned back against a tree, as if he was settling in for a long conversation. "There are six different colours for a dragon Lyra. White, gold, red, blue, black and green. Each different dragon has special strengths and weakness. Back before The Fall, each type of dragon had a Calling."

Calling? 

"It was the term used to describe what... I guess you could say... place, each type of dragon had. " Rivildor explained, "The white dragons were the Advisers. They had more knowledge than any of the other dragons, as when they are born, they inherit all of their parents experiences. This means that they have all the insight of a lifetime from the very first time they open their eyes."

He frowned then, and crossed his arms ovre his chest. "Physically, a white dragon is the smallest of all the dragons. However, they make up for it, as they have the experience of two dragons as well themselves, to help them along. The white dragons would make brilliant fighters, due to their knowledge and ferociousness in battle, however their size makes them a easier target than the other dragons. That is their one weakness."

How do you know so much of my kind, vampire?

"I have lived for a long time, Argumir." Rivildor answered. 

"But that means you must've been there at The Fall." I said in awe. 

Rivildor shook his head and sat down, leaning back against the tree. 'Perhaps I will tell you about that later Lyra. However, I would like to finish telling you about the dragons. I suggest that you get comfortable. It may take a while."