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Ryder
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Everyone in Aqestria has heard the legend of the Dragon Ryders. It was thought to just be a silly story. A myth. After all, how could dragons exist? Genevieve Walker lived in a small castle with her mother and father, Madam Lacy Walker and Sir James Walker. Her mother was a well-known seamstress, healer, and craftswoman. Her father was a Knight, in King Edwards's guard. Madam Lacy taught her daughter manners and etiquette while she was still young. However, as she grew, he father taught her to fight. While in the woods hunting for food one day, Genevieve comes across a cave housing a strange, circular stone. She recognizes it as an egg. A Dragon egg. Genevieve is a Hidden Ryder, a Dragon Ryder in hiding. She travels the country looking for the one place to take her in: Draika, home of the Dragons.
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My golden dragon was ready to fly me. You cannot imagine my excitement for the opportunity. Ailleacht (my dragon) has devised a cunning harness for me to buckle onto as she plans to push the limits of maned or should I say womaned flight. I climbed onto my dragon's back and buckled my ankles and knees down and adjusted the flight straps then immediately after signaling my dragon we were airborne. Our little island home appeared to fall way from me as we soared higher. It became a landscape in miniature. A mixed flock of puffins, guillemots and gulls joined us but were soon left in our wake as we soared higher and higher. The sea from this height appears calm and the sky clear and sun bright in a cloudless sky. Ailleacht then rolled and I was upside down as we fell like a cannon ball from the sky. I held up my hands and screamed for the joy of it and I admit to the terror. I screamed and screamed until I lost my voice and I gasped for breath. Then mere inches above the calm waters of the loch my dragon rolled me upright as we skimmed the surface. My belly felt like I was floating and weightless and I felt the spray on my face from the disrupted water surface as the powerful wings of my golden companion drove us along. We climbed again and I could see spread out before me my home and all of the Hebrides. In the distance out to sea we rapidly approached a thick band of snow white clouds and drove through them again and again rising higher. Then once again we climbed to enormous height and could find no air to breathe. We stalled in the silence of dead air and fell back to earth in a flat spin. I must fly again Aurelija, Dragon Rider

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