Dragon Moon

“Before we begin, I shall start with a piece of history.” Spoke Embero.

“Long ago, in the times of noble knights and the Arthur of legend, people did not so much hate us. They might relieve us of our treasured possessions, but not so many actual deaths occurred.

Then came the evil ones who started this war. They said we were no more than brutes that must be destroyed. The leader of this belief was your father, Theosen. He rallied the humans under one standard-his army of Dragonslayers. They hunted us down, turning our friends against us. Abraxas, Draco, Eingana, they all were turned to the dark forces of the slayers.

Theosen was believed to be dead but it seems he is still at large. Worse still, he has found some new dragons to corrupt. They will be taught to follow his own dragon, named Maluxor, a dragon he rescued once, (probably the only act of kindness he has ever shown to a dragon), who, from then on, believed him to be his master. He has been tainted by evil powers. If Theosen can possess people, he is reaching untold heights of power, never reached before by a human.”

He paused.

“How old is Basaltia?”

Theoglen replied. “Only a few months. Seven, at the most.”

“Good.” Purred Aquas, stretching her wings.  “She is ready for training.”

Erraeon quickly interrupted.

“Theoglen, remember you are our hope of defeating him so all dragons, or what’s left of our magnificent race now, can live in peace. So we cannot have you dying when Maluxor shoots his evil fireballs at you, can we? Before your dragon’s training finally begins, you are coming with me to an old human friend of mine from before the Slayers took over. We can trust him. He is the finest armour maker I know.”

“So how do we get there?” Theoglen asked, nervous, to which Caelum replied, without stuttering for once, but loud and strong:

“We fly.”

Theoglen was inwardly terrified. He had never been flying before, and the glider contraptions some people tried to build did not always work. He would much rather walk, but knew he had no choice.

He pulled himself onto Erraeon’s back; the dragon was larger than him, obviously, and he almost didn’t make it. He sat between two spines on his back.

Erraeon pushed off from the ground and spread his wings. They caught an updraft and began to rise. He flapped his wings continuously to stay in the air, using his tail for balance and direction.

Theoglen was at first scared; in fact, he hid his face in his hands and held on as tight as he could. He gradually became accustomed to the air and speed, though he would not have been up there by his choice.