The Dragon Rider's Chronicles

For once, Kenzo's inner feelings were starting to leak...he couldn't stop himself. "Preposterous," he said with gritted teeth. "The only thing that sustained my will to live for years was the chance at vengeance. How could I possibly guide her into the light when I'm so far down the path to darkness? I have forsaken the right to do such a thing."


Kenzo is an odd sort of man, in that he's very aware that his quest for vengeance is wrong. However, it is the path he has chosen, and intends to see it through.
 
"...there is a second part to the fates I have seen for both you and her." Iris' eyes flashed silver again as she remembered. "....if you allow her to die, to go down the wrong path, then you too will also be destroyed. For only she can help guide you to the path meant for you, a path whose fates is intertwined the the Great Dragons themselves. But if she is not there, you will fall to your vengeance and be destroyed."
 
Kenzo scoffed. "So the only way for us to save each other...is each other." He calmed himself and resumed his emotionless mask. "Well, I already intended to protect her highness. In essence, nothing has changed." Even his eyes were unreadable now, as he worked to kill his emotions.
 
Sanz ate up a large plate of breakfast before standing back up.


"I'll be ready to leave shortly. I advise you follow suit."


He walked into his room and took a quick shower, no longer than ten minutes. Even while the water fell around him, his blade lay sheathed outside the curtain, easily within arm's reach. He walked out of his room shortly after, back in a leather vest and pants.
 
"Killing your emotions will push yourself away from Ardra." Iris kept staring ahead. "It will destroy your bond with her and bad things will happens yada yada yada...." She sighed. "Now, I already know which one of you two I am stuck with, even though Draconas himself has not decided it." Her voice lowered to a barely audibly mutter. "The sun and the moon....just like the prophecy said...."


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Ardra was already ready to leave, her bow slung on her back and her cloak and mask at the ready for the inevitable going outside.


Neera finished and went back to grab her giant sword. "Ready whenever you people are."


Kestus stretched his wings and flew to the others after washing dishes and tidying the kitchen. "Let's do this."
 
"Ready."


Sanz started down the hallway without another word. He could barely hear a muttering up the hallway, likely from the three who had left earlier. That was only a minor concern however . . . he was looking forward to seeing Auntyrmarun again, and wondered what had happened with him over the course of the night
 
Kenzo wasn't sure how to respond to that, initially. Finally he turned on his heel and started walking back to the common area, saying "You two go ahead. I'll need my sugegasa if I'm to be out in the sun."


He walked back through the common area past everyone, refusing to make eye contact with anyone, especially Ardra (he was still sorting out his thoughts and the like). He entered his room, donned his typical clothing including hat and gloves, strapped his odachi to his back, and strolled back out, leaving in the direction of the hangar.
 
Ardra saw Kenzo avoid her gaze and her entire posture slumped. She went ahead and put on her mask and cloak in order to hide her face. There was no point in anyone seeing that it did affect her that he had ignored her.


Neera was bouncing forward energetically, eager to go see her dragon. "What do you think Draconas will have us do today?"


".....hopefully some training. I'd like to work with Dezeld on some combo attacks." Kestus sighed. "....I mean, we are the oxymoron of fire and ice."
 
Matthais looked up at the 'sun and the moon' comment and looked at her. Did she mean him?


I'm no servant of the sun... though I do have a Shaira dragon. This bears considering.


He didn't give it much thought now and returned to his thoughts of the day's training. He can't get distracted when riding a dragon, that tends to get people killed.
 
Iris remained silent as she walked next to Matthais. Thoughts whirled at a considerable pace through her mind. She was a Priestess of the Moon Dragon; in fact, she was the most powerful of the initiates seen in years. But the cult of the Sun Dragon had died years ago as men failed to show signs of the sun. This had been taken as a sign that the dragons had forsaken Dracsofar and soon boys were no longer scanned for the sun signs at all. Now, she had found a man with the signs of the Sun Dragon, though he did not know it as of yet. A Sun Rider was going to be created in front of her very eyes and it was no coincidence that she, the next Moon Rider, was here. The Sun and the Moon were here together at the same time. The time of the prophecy was nigh. She sighed audibly and massaged her temples. This was going to be interesting.
 
Sanz pulled up behind Matthais and Iris, slowing down when he was closer


"I'd assumed you'd have made it out of the hallway by now."
 
As if on cue, they entered the hangar bay, followed closely by Kestus, Ardra, and Neera. All of their dragons were standing side by side, saddled and waiting.


Eldran shifted excitedly, not breaking formation only because Elise was standing there ready to punish anyone who got out of line. He simply gave a high-pitched energetic shriek in greeting.


Auntyrmarun stood calmly looking at Sanz. The intelligent eyes crinkled as he smiled as only a dragon could. The bond between him and his rider was already quite strong.


Dezeld looked up at his rider just after he stopped going through quantitative theories of the universe. He nodded in greeting, calmly awaiting the departure from the hangar.


Bane gave an ear-splitting roar, wondering where Kenzo was. The roar echoed down the hallway, all the way down to Kenzo and it read of the dragon's wish to see her rider.


Sikstaxen stared into her rider's eyes, a happy glimmer in her eyes. A soft croon, barely audibly above the others, escaped from her throat as she called her rider to her side.


Draconas stood by Elise, rubbing the scales on her chin. He wondered what this group had in store for him today and he silently dreaded the first day of training. The first day involved learning to connect with your dragon enough to tell them with their minds how to fly and where to fly. No audible contact was to be used. For this group's sake, he was taking them to the beach ring where it was more open and had less places to fall to their deaths.
 
Sanz gave a small smile as he walked up to Auntyrmarun. It was odd, considering his face had remained mostly expressionless when dealing with the others. His hand ran over the snout of the magnificent beast in front of him, feeling the power coursing through him
 
Kenzo entered the hangar, walking up to Bane without a second glance at the others. "Forgive my lateness," he said quietly. "I've been given a lot to think about, as of late. How have you been?" He gazed into her eyes, resting his hand on her snout.
 
Matthais didn't quite run to Sikstaxen's side. This he felt was a great indicator at his own personal restraint. He put his hand against her face below an eye and stared into it and smiled.


Good morning, radiant one.


"I brought my weapons today. I was told that we would use them." He held up his shield, so that Sikstaxen could see it. "My shield I can use to protect me from most attacks including most dragon breath but I need warning to use it's power." He set it down and drew his sword. So that she could see it. "This is my sword, Vindicis, I crafted it myself and know it's stregths and it's imperfections. It is an extension of my arm." He examined his dragon, "It may not be very useful while on your back, due to it's limited range and your impressive size. I'll try and get a crossbow I can use or learn from Kenzo how to channel magic into it."


He returned his equipment to his back and stroked under Sikstaxen's eye as he turned to face Draconas. "Let's hear what we are doing today."
 
Auntyrmarun's voice coursed through Sanz's head. Good morning. A gentle purr came from his throat as the contact between the two brought a sense of contentment and serenity.


Bane wrapped her tail around Kenzo, pulling him close into her chest. She rested her head on the top of his head. Elise was angry. The sentiment was coursed with the emotion of actual fear. But...I am fine.


Sikstaxen purred at Matthais' touch. Crossbows can work. You may actually want to consider tapping into your natural affinity for certain kinds of magic. A toothy grin covered her face. Though, it seems you don't know a thing about that. Her psychic link seemed stronger than the others and there was no real explanation why.


Neera shrieked as she ran to Eldran. "Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! OH MY GOSH!!!! I've missed you so much!" She threw her arms around the dragon's neck. Eldran responded by hugging her with his neck and head. I have missed you as well.


Kestus walked calmly up to Dezeld and placed a gentle hand on his snout. "I have been trying to think of good ways to combo our elements. I was hoping you had some ideas." Dezeld snorted. Of course I do. We will have to review the ideas carefully and give them trial runs, however. I have no idea if they'll work, given the instability of your magic. But, it is worth a shot.


Ardra approached Majeir and lovingly scratch the rocky scales around his eyes. "...hello." Ardra did not say many words, but simply looked into the dragon's eyes, allowing her eyes to do the talking for her. Majeir nosed her shoulder and purred contently. I have missed you, Ardra.


Draconas looked at them all, studying the reactions. This group was....eclectic to say the least. But the pair bonding appeared to be going well. "Today, you will be working on the psychic bond between you and your dragon. Once we get to the beach ring, you will be not be allowed to audibly speak to your dragons. You must learn to communicate, give orders, and share ideas through your mind to your dragon. If I catch you speaking, I will have Elise remove your ability to speak for the duration of training. Understood?"
 
"Understood. Will we be allowed to talk to other dragon riders?" Matthais asked their teacher and guide in the arts of dragon riding.
 
Sanz said nothing, at least not physically. He ran his hand along Auntyrmarun's scales as he walked along his side and jumped up into the saddle.


Be my eyes . . .


Sanz had the thought that if he cut off outside stimuli, it would be easier to project himself
 
Kenzo blinked at Bane's action; he wasn't accustomed to people being happy to see him in the least. He smiled slightly. Good to hear. He leapt onto her back and steadied himself in the saddle. I look...forward to our...training today. He was having more trouble than the others with the psychic link because of his tendency to shut himself off from people.
 
"You will be allowed to speak to other riders, of course." Draconas raised an eyebrow at the question. "At the end of the day, you will be sent through a course together. You will be forced to depend on other riders throughout that time. So get that link as strong as you can. Now, mount, and get ready to fly." He turned to Elise and appeared to be deep in conversation.


Neera smiled and jumped aboard Eldran. "Let's go!!!!!"


Ardra calmly mounted Majeir. "....calm down it's just training."


Kestus flew up and sat on Dezeld. "Leave her be. We're all excited, ya know?"


Draconas finally jumped onto Elise. "Elise and I will lead the way. Try to keep up. Iris, ride with Matthais." With that Elise, suddenly shot out of the hangar bay, spinning as she flew. A loud roar emitted from her mouth, urging the dragons to come.


Each dragon followed, Bane leading the pack as she tried to fly as fast as she could. The rest followed behind her, already bowing to the fact that she was the natural leader of the dragon pack.
 
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Sanz let his other senses take the place of his eyes. He imagined the hangar around him, and felt the wind from outside . . .


Auntyrmarun . . . let me borrow your wings . . .


Sanz could feel the muscles in his back ripple, as if the wings of the dragon beneath him belonged to his own . . . and then felt the wind rush around him as they took off. His mind was working furiously right now . . . merely focusing on feeling the dragon beneath him, and nothing else.
 
Matthais climbed into the saddle, sliding his legs through the loops and tightening them down. He strapped his shield on and grabbed the horn with his main hand and leaned forward.


Let's fly. He thought and Sikstaxen jumped into the sky after Draconas and Elise.
 
The beach ring. Bane answered. It's best to do this training in an open area.


Iris had barely managed to climb up onto Sikstaxen behind Matthais before take off. She clutched onto him, wrapping her arms around his chest from the back. Iris had never flown before in her life and she was terrified, shaking terrified.


Sikstaxen could feel the fear that Iris was eliciting. You might want to make that girl feel better. She's shaking like a leaf.


Antyrmarun opened up a few psychic channels and allowed Sanz to see through her eyes, to feel the wind as she did, to feel the true feeling of flight.


The rest followed, interacting a bit during the flight as needed. For the most part, however, they were transfixed by the beauty of the island.
 
Sanz could feel the entirety of Auntyrmarun's form. Every flap of his wings, every snort of his nostrils . . . and then the island . . . it was very clear he wasn't using his own senses. It was more like a series of images than true sight, but that was enough for him to get a picture of the surrounding area. They were above the beach circle . . . good, that would mean in the event of a failure to communicate they weren't crashing into rock. He let Auntyrmarun guide them for now, as he knew more of what he was doing. Sanz focused his attention on the wind around them, how it affected flight . . . and then reached out his left hand, stretching out with the idea to bank left.
 
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