Dragon-Age

The tales of old with dragons flying always excited Ariela. The stories told around the fire of those who did not fight the dragons but did something greater in deed, they rode them...

What if the tales of old were really not all forgotten, what if the dragons dead to the world were not dead at all, what if they were still out there, watching and waiting for the day to come when a rider would be chosen...

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Traipsing through the mud in the pouring rain I made my way to tree, the tree in which I had consoled myself for years. I could not complain about my life, I was happy, my family loved me and Arendale was beautiful but there was always that one thing, that niggling thought. What if.. What if I didn't live here, what if I could live elsewhere, through the woods and across the moors... Where would I be? What if the tales of old were true. What if the stories told around the fire of dragons soaring through the night were real. What if I could be a rider... These thoughts plagued my waking hours and ventured into my dreams. I knew I wasn't like everybody else. I was different, my destiny called for something else. They were content in Arendale but I, I had somewhere else to go, another path for my life. I just had to find it...

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