6,244 A.S. Early Winter
The double bladed staff swung through the air, attempting to strike me. But I wouldn't let that happen. I wouldn't be defeated by one weaker than me.
Tensing my knees, I jumped off to the side, hearing a metallic ting as the blade struck nothing but rock.
I looked back at the surprised dwarf fighting me.
"Missed again, Dellingr."
"Well by Helzvog's beard, you have gotten faster." My godfather complemented me, standing his Hûthvír on one of its bladed ends.
"That's because I'm a quarter elf and a Dragon Rider." I said.
"You may be but you bleed just like the rest of us. So let's get back to work, your father would kill me if I let you get yourself killed. After all, I'm the one suppose to be training you. Now, let's get back to it."
Dellingr hefted his staff as I tensed my legs once again to avoid its range and speed.
My name is Viserra, daughter of Raegel and Jacquelyn, and a Dragon Rider of The Pyrrhian-Pantalan Dragon Rider order. I am the Rider of Lycaena the BeetleWing. And this and is my story and wisdom of how to defeat the Wyrm once and for all.
Dellingr and I continued on with training for another two hours before he let me retire back to the Dragonhold were Lycaena stayed most of the time in their visits to Farthen Dur.
I climbed up Vol Turin and then the ladder to reach the caves.
Finding the right one, I went and laid down against Lycaena's warm copper-brown scales, exhausted.
"Still not use to his training methods?" Lycaena asked me with a amused smile on her face.
"It's not funny. Let's see you try it."
"Nah. That's your training. I do enough of my own back at Silthrim."
I stuck my tongue out at her.
I had been a Rider for twelve years and had been training since I was four. My mother wanted me to be so welled trained that I would practically know how to defend myself and Lycaena on instinct.
My mother was the the definition of an overprotective mother.
"Hmp. At least you have a mother. Mine probably doesn't even care if I'm alive or dead." Lycaena said melancholy, turning her head away from me.
I looked down at the stone floor.
I should be grateful for all that I have. Poor Lycaena had no one. Any siblings she had died in the fire that killed off a whole generation of BeetleWings about thirteen years ago. And her parents clearly didn't care about her at all. Lycaena had no family except me and my family.
I placed my hand on her warm neck, apologizing to her for complaining when she had absolutely nothing.
Lycaena forgave me, but refused to look at me.
So I curled up next to her and went to sleep.
I awoke to someone prodding me with something sharp.
I turned over angrily.
Who in the world was poking me with a Hûthvír?
I saw that it was Dellingr.
I quickly got to my feet, knowing that Dellingr was ready to go train.
"What are we doing today, Godfather?" I asked him.
"We are not doing anything. You are going to the library to learn about Alagaesia's and your ancestors' lands. You may go after breakfast." Dellingr told me to my dismay. I was looking forward to training today, not reading old musty books in the library.
Lycaena didn't say anything as she went over to the fruit and meat for her in the corner of the cave entrance.
I picked up my tray of food and ate whatever the dwarven cooks had decided to make this morning.
Once done, the two of us went to the library to do my "assignment" Dellingr gave me.
When we entered the library, there was a stack of books waiting for me to dreadfully read.
Sighing, I reluctantly started; Dellingr would punish me if I didn't do what he assigned me as I found out when I was younger.
As I read through the musty—they weren't too bad but some looked about ready to fall apart at a mere touch—books, I struggled every second to not fall asleep at the complete boringness that made me want to scream in frustration.
Lycaena continued to keep to herself, which was starting to worry me. She had never been so quite this long before.
I immediately regretted all my complaining the previous day.
When I had read nearly half the books—all the informative went in one ear and out the other—I noticed one behind the stack. It was a lot smaller than the hulking tomes sitting before me wanting to be read.
Tracing the engraved words in its leather cover, I slid my hands underneath its cool, textured back and picked it up.
"'Exodus:Journal Of Baobab Of Pantala'" I read to myself, remembering that Baobab was my grandfather and was from the Old Lands before moving here.
Opening the first page, I delved into a world of beauty and chaos. The world of the Old Lands as it was in its prime, the way my grandfather remembered it.
"If anyone ever finds this journal please protect the Evertree at all costs. She is the very life force of the world. Stop the Beast that has wormed its way into her heart. If we do not then everything and everyone we hold dear will be lost forever in the darkness of death. Stop the Wyrm. Before it's too late." Were the last words I read from the journal.
"Sounds pretty important if your grandfather managed to write this before he passed away years ago." Lycaena said, surprising her.
"Lycaena!" I exclaimed in shock and joy that she was taking to me again.
"I wasn't mad at you. I was just thinking of what my parents would be like if your father hadn't taken me from my home even though Queen Viceroy told him too. I'm sorry for shutting you out, Viserra."
"It's okay." I resounded back to her, touching my head to hers. "We should do this." I pointed to my grandfather's last words.
Lycaena gave me inscrutable look before responding.
"I don't know. Dellingr won't be too happy with us if we just up and leave. And besides, you don't even know where to look for this 'Evertree' if it still exists and wasn't destroyed forty-four years ago." Lycaena pointed out.
"I don't care what Dellingr thinks. He's not my parents and they're too busy doing their duties to watch after me. And I hate sitting around here doing nothing. I want to get out there in the action and do something useful. This is useful and easy. All I got to do I find a tree and kill an overgrown worm. How hard can it be?"
"Careful what you say. Things have a habit of changing the way you intend them to be."
"Psh. Whatever. I'm doing this, whether you come with me or not. But I would like it if you did come with me."
Lycaena didn't say anything for a long moment. She seemed to be in deep thought.
Finally: "I'll go with you. Only to keep you from hurting yourself because of your own stubbornness. Honesty, I don't even know where you get it from."
"Dellingr." The two of us said at the same time, making each other laugh.
"That is so true." I responded. "Now, let's go before Dellingr gives me more stupid stuff to do." I told her, grabbing a map of the Old Lands and one of where the Evertree used to be.
Stuffing them under my shirt, we scurried out of the library to go begin our packing and escape.
I was foolish at the time for thinking I could actually stop the Wyrm. If only I could have warned my past self of all the chaos I would bring by messing with the Wyrm. But alas, what's done is done and there's nothing more I can do but watch as the havoc I brought forth consume everything and everyone, including me. I hope whoever finds this journal undos mine and Lycaena's grave mistake. Please fulfill this wish of mine.
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Exodus(Journal Of Baobab Of Pantala)
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