Exodus(Journal Of Baobab Of Pantala)

Exodus-Journal 6:Entry 7:The Wyrm

6,250 A.S. Mid Fall
After receiving my mission from the mysterious "A", I spent nearly five years searching for the descendants of the original fifteen and the weapons of the fifteen Dragon Riders that died in The Devastation.
My endless and arduous search came to an end when I succeeded in finding all of the descendants of the original Riders. However, I failed with the weapons of the Riders that died in The Devastation. But after receiving another message from "A", I quickly had the weapons of the Fifteen original Riders located and given to my fifteen comrades that agreed to help me and Lycaena in our mission to kill the Wyrm.
Today was the day we would put the Wyrm down once and for all.
I had the spell "A", gave me along with fifteen descendants of the original fifteen Dragon Riders and their ancient weapons. There was no way we were going to fail at destroying that monster once and for all.
   "Come on, let's go." I told the thirty dragons and people gathered behind me, all ready to leave Alagaesia, the only home most of them knew, except for Siku. He was the eldest of us all and knew what the Old Lands were like before The Devastation.
   There was a sound of jangling metal and saddles as we all climbed up our dragons and settled into our saddles in preparation for the long journey ahead of us.
   "Today, we end the Wyrm. Today, we liberate the world from the Wyrm's destruction and ensure it kills no one else ever again." I told them, rallying them to mine and Lycaena's cause.
   Over the past five years, the Head Rider had willingly sent a couple groups of Riders and Dragons out to explore the Old Lands because he clearly didn't believe me. Those Riders and dragons never came back or were heard from again. His folly in not listening to me caused him to lose his position as Head Rider, allowing another to take up the mantle.
   Risa and her NightWing were the third Head Rider since the Exodus began. She was all inclined to stay where it was safe, listening to what the other Riders around her had to say instead of ignoring them like her predecessor did; he was a good person he just became hardheaded when he had to prove or find something out.
Shaking myself out of my consuming thoughts, I looked back over my shoulder, looking at the fifteen arrayed dragons behind me with their fifteen Riders that were descended from the original fifteen founders of our order.
They were the key to ending this all. That's what it seemed like nowadays. Everything centering around these fifteen legends, families, and mementos of the future to come.
If we survive that is, a small part of my mind whispered, doubting our endeavors.
   "Ignore your troubling thoughts." Lycaena suddenly told me. "They are nothing but a distraction. All we should be worried about is the future of this world and the sole destruction of that monstrosity that now roams the Old Lands. So let us fly to victory or our final fight that will kill that despicable demon once and for all!" Lycaena said, voicing that last past to everyone else.
Dragons roared along with the battle cries of their Riders. I found myself roaring with them.
The air thundered with wingbeats as dragons lifted off, following Lycaena and I into the Old Lands that laid before us, and to where the Wyrm still lurked.

Days past with restfulness and anticipation of when we would arrive in the Old Lands.
   Doba, a descendant of the first leader of the Pyrrhian-Pantalan Riders, Akecheta, went as far as threatening to turn around and go back to Alagaesia where it was safe. For now, unless we defeated the Wyrm.
   It took a lot of urging from me and Siku to convince her to stay with us. We needed all fifteen descendants, not one or more short.
It was another two days of constant whining and threats of abandoning the cause they all swore to commit to before we finally saw the first of the Old Lands. They were worse than Lycaena and I remembered.
The land was all dark and sickly looking as if something had tried leeching all the life from it. The occasional withered up corpse of an animal was found, making us all want to throw up at the sight of anything dead or bloody.
I knew this had to be the Wyrm's doing. It seemed to relish the life it ripped out of Ila. Leading to the conclusion that it most likely fed off of living things given all the withered up corpses we kept finding. And most importantly that it was hungry and went to even trying to suck the live from the earth itself.
We either just delivered the Wyrm it's next feast, or we could kill it while it was weak and starved. Hopefully the latter.
"Are we almost there yet?" Garrik asked for the umpteenth time.
"Not unless you see something that looks like it shouldn't even exist." I snarked back in annoyance.
   Why did Garrik have to be so darn annoying? I asked myself.
"Well, I don't. Hey Nyla, you and your future seeing dragon see anything big and toothy about to kill us all in the next few hours or days?" Garrik questioned the twitchy dark skinned girl bonded with a NightWing.
Nyla was always twitching in fear which was understandable due to her being thirteen and handling intensive visions for her young age. As well as the second youngest of them all with Azami being the youngest with twelve years of age.
"That's not exactly how it works, Garrik." Nyla replied in a soft, shaking voice like she had trouble speaking or was just always frightful of speaking.
"Well darn. What use is future seeing kid and dragon if they can't even see the future when you need them too."
   No one made any comments to Garrik's words in fear of angering him or worse, making him a chatter box for the rest of the day.
   Hours past in silence as they all fell into a state of lethargy due to the lack of action and boredom.
   "You might want to give them an encouraging speech or something to boost their morale before one of them decides to leave like Doba tried to." Lycaena told me in a semi-exhausted voice as the long flights slowly took their tolls on Lycaena and the other dragons.
   "And what am I suppose to tell them exactly? That we have no idea where the Wyrm is and that we are just aimlessly flying around for nothing. Giving the Wyrm time to gather its strength while we wear ourselves out. Yes, that's a brilliant idea, Lycaena, why didn't I think of that." I snarled at her without realizing how damaging my words were.
   Lycaena didn't say anything else as I tried to apologize to her, leaving me to sulk in my own silent, empty mind.