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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8. the journey

We travelled for days. Stopping at rivers to collect water and sleep in caves. Every time we entered the cage we sent a torrent of fire through the tunnels. Burning out anything that could have been in there. The nights were quiet. As much as I tried to sleep sometimes I could not, my parents tried to enter my mind but the cage of my heart stayed firmly closed. I would stare at the moon and see the stars. I had been told as a child that when one died they would become a star. The bravest and best of us would be the brightest. As I gazed into the night sky and saw he stars I reminded myself that I could never reach them but only gaze and remember. Never to touch. That helped me to get over the grief.

Then one day, I could see some smoke coming up over the crest of a hill. I pointed it out to Atu and we flew lower, hiding from the other side of the hill. After creeping over we saw a camp quite large but hidden. For some reason we could see it through the trees but it was almost like we shouldn't have been able to see it. I jumped back onto Atu and we flew down to the front of the camp...

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