I Am The Storm (Book #1 the Lone Riders Trilogy)

In the kingdom of Thresparia, a tyrant rules. He's taken all the gold, resources and hope of the people and crushed them into a shadow of their former pride.

But there are people who can rise against him. Can raise their weapons in a symbol of hope and glory, but these are not just any mortal men.

They are humans, elves, dwarves, Fae folk and creatures dedicated to protecting Thresparia. In a land where Riders exist, and many creatures side with humans to fight, in a never-ending battle. Who is better to wash away the blood....

Than the perfect Storm?


11. Nordic

When her mattok had been drawn and some papers signed, Sophie was forced out into the Camp where everybody seemed to be gathering around a very large and loud Creature, who Sophie saw was chained and being whipped by some handlers. Her heart clenched and her blood boiled as Orik added to the sight.


"That's your Creature," His brow furrowed. "wait, what the hell are they doing?!"


Sophie didn't wait for a sarcastic answer, she was running into the ring and people parted for her since she looked like a goddess of old on the warpath, her golden eyes burning with the feralness that made Jason admire her so much, that many Riders looked into and saw the courage of a Creature, the heart of a feared warrior. Her white-gold hair now flowing behind her as her tall, light boned and slender figure approached the handlers, the Creature jerked and tried to pull towards her. She turned to face the crowd of Riders and civilians alike.


"You are sick for letting them do this," She announced, her voice booming across the courtyard and more people filtered out to see the commotion. "to my Creature. To a beast of Royal Class." The nurse from earlier laughed loudly and approached, she was now dressed in a sky blue blouse and white breeches, hand on hip and poisoned smile on her lips.


"Little wolf, do you really think that's YOUR Creature?" A group of fashionable looking men and women laughed and snickered, obviously Jahra's posse. It made Sophie mad to think what this sertami was implying and she nearly swung at her but she held back, noticing that on the floor. There was a familiar piece of flint and wood.


"I'm a kalpir! This is my Creature and you cannot claim it from me unless you have a higher rank!" Jarha smiled, she knew it was over since the only rank higher than her own family's was that of the Royals themselves. And at that moment, a young elf of about eight of ten summers ran in, looking scared and excited.


"The Royals are coming! They think they've found her!" Murmurs started and Sophie raised an eyebrow, Orik and Jason explained that the old King and Queen had survived and were Riders, they had lost their daughter and they had supposedly found her after all the years of searching each district.


Sophie saw the Royals walking down the path everybody had made, people were throwing flowers and coins. The King and Queen smiled at everybody, eyes scanning the crowd for something with a restless impatience, and Sophie noticed something, that the Queen had bronze-gold eyes and the King had fair hair. Her breath caught in her throat as they both stopped in front of her, and the Queen pulled her into a hug. Sophie faintly heard Jahra's cry of dismay and the echoing silence of the Camp at the moment.


Her memories started to come back, growing up in the palace in Victus. Visiting the people of the Districts, the elves and the dwarves being one with the humans all across the land. Laughter and playing with her parents Creatures. They all flickered through and yet she refused to believe it. The Queen was holding her face and smiling but Sophie knew she looked pained, like she was trying to remember but couldn't.


"I knew we'd find you one day, Stroma." The King said, and that's all it took for Sophie to snap.


The prophecy, she remembered her parents telling her a prophecy that she was meant to fufil. But she shook her head, backing away. She recognised the confused and hurt look on her parents faces, on the respect and fear in the eyes of everybody else. It was too much for her and she didn't want to be part of it anymore. Turning on her heel, she took in her Creature.


A dragon, his scales storm black and his eyes a vibrant blue like lightening on the water. His horns twisted like obsidian spires and silver marking him occasionally in places. He was untied and Sophie wasted no time in mounting him with an almost expert grace, earning more confused looks but he knew what she wanted as tears slipped down her cheeks.




She couldn't and she never would if she had any say in the matter. Her Creature roared and then spread his wings, in powerful gust, they were in the air and gaining altitude with every stroke, leaving behind the angry and confused shouts of the Camp.


I can't become the Storm. I cannot allow it because it means becoming a person that isn't me.


A single tear slipped down her cheek and caught in the wind as they flew.


Because I can't hurt them anymore than I have..


I still care..

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