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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2. the beginning of the beginning

Smooth, hard and cold to touch the large egg shaped, oval stone was wedged in the ground. The pouring rain made it hard to retrieve as my hands had no grip onto the marble texture. The dirt slid off as I lifted it up, the remaining pieces I brushed off with my sleeve. In the moonlight it looked like it was glowing, wrapping it in my cloak to protect it I took a peek, the fiery red glow that was emanating from the stone was intoxicating. There was something special about this, I was meant to find it.

After all, that niggling feeling had stopped moaning and had begun taking action, it had called me out, into the night, into the rain and into the meadow. Just before the forest. It was right on the tree-line. The border between safety and danger. We were told as children never to venture into the forest, for the creatures lurking inside were worse than that which could entire into your worst nightmares. nobody I had ever known had entered and returned alive. Most were never seen again, except for Cajan, he was maybe eight years old, still very young, too young.

I barely knew him but he was a cute boy, he would wander round the town, giving people flowers.. Until his parents weren't watching, until the day when the butterfly caught his attention, until he ventured into the forest. It was the screams that told us that he was gone, we rushed to the meadow when his body flew out. Hurled into the air by whatever beast had gotten to him first. Blood streaming through the air and onto the ground he fell. Time slowed down, as I watched it was as though as his body fell his spirit flew, the angel inside of him flew away, up, up into the clouds, never to return... But when his body hit the ground, reality dawned, his body was in shreds, organs missing and blood everywhere. The poor child had been ripped to pieces. A life lost too young, and all because of a butterfly, who knew something so fragile could be so deadly. The funeral was held, I couldn't go... Sitting in my tree I watched the forest, I watched it stand there and wondered what lurked inside. I vowed to myself I would avenge Cajan, the beast would pay...

I felt that this stone, was a key. It would help me avenge Cajan. This would help me fulfil my destiny. My life - thanks to this stone - would eventually mean something...

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