The Dragon Rider's Chronicles

Kenzo grit his teeth at the dragon's immense pressure, but did not falter. He calmly tipped his hat off of his head so that it hung on his back, it's chin cord on his neck. "If you are trying to intimidate me," Kenzo said calmly, "then you should be prepared for dissapointment. However, I respect your power," he said with slightly more force, as he drew his odachi from his back, "and I humbly offer my own for YOUR CONSIDERATION!" he shouted as he launched a wind slash at the dragon.
 
The wind slash struck the dragon in the face and it shook its head side to side. A a rumble emitted from its throat, like a laugh as it stared down at him.


".....make the bond by the first touch." Draconas sat back, trying to figure out whether he was boned or not. It just HAD to be that Pyrius dragon. That thing has the temper of a child and the power of an active volcano!
 
Kenzo gave a small "hmmph," and stowed his odachi. He walked up to the dragon unblinkingly, and bowed respectfully. With that, he placed his hand on the dragon's snout, their eyes boring into each other's.
 
Power oozed from the dragon's mind. Bane. The voice was surprisingly female, mid-tone and vain. This dragon was the definition of beautiful creature of vanity.


Draconas actually stepped inside so he could watch from a safe distance. This creature was close to uncontrollable....but the crystal was never wrong. He started praying to whatever beings were listening that this was not going to be as difficult as he thought he would.
 
Kenzo, for the first time since his arrival (and in a while, in general), cracked a slight grin. Kenzo, he replied. I'm honored.
 
A smirk actually covered the dragon's face. She motioned towards her back, then sent a fireball towards the window where Draconas was standing. Draconas dodged out of the way as the window flew in. "....dear dragons above, save me."


Bane let a laughter rumble escape from her throat before giving Kenzo a look that basically said 'hurry up.'
 
Without hesitation he leapt through the air, his natural athleticism aided by wind magic, landing on it's back, and steeling himself for the flight he knew was coming.
 
Bane zipped into the air, leaving a trail of flames coming off of her wings. It was beautiful...but kinda terrifying at the same time.


Draconas stood up and looked out the hole. "....I'm dead. This team is going to kill me." He shook his head as he walked over to a saddled dragon on the other side of the room. Elise, we've got our work cut out for us.


Which dragons were picked? Elise asked.


Inerja, Emora, Icu, Merera, and Pyrius. Draconas sighed.


....I'll take care of the Emora issues. Elise nodded at him.


I was hoping you'd say that. Draconas smiled.


The fire dragon is your problem though. Elise's throat rumbled with slight laughter.


....I was afraid you were going to say that. Draconas jumped into the saddle. He did not even have to touch his dragon to speak to her; he could speak to her from miles away if necessary.


Elise flew into the sky, gorgeous silver scales shining in the sun. Purple eyes scanned the skies and found the group. As she made her way over towards them, she sent out a warning to other adult dragons in the surrounding areas that new riders were in the vicinity.


The five dragons had circled, staring each other down. Neera was nearly drunk with giddy happiness as she continuously petted her dragon (fun fact: Inerja dragons do not shock their riders with their static scales). Kestus was trying to figure out how not to hurt his dragon with his fire. Ardra was scratchy her dragon's spines, making him purr.


Eldran glanced about while sensing the elated emotions of his rider. It was...amazing to be with a rider. Others had told him of the feeling but now he knew and understood it.


Auntyrmarun floated lazily in mid-air. Excitement was within him, yes, but he also knew that work was going to be coming soon. And work meant going into the other rings. He shuddered slightly at the thought.


Dezeld was currently trying to figure out the secrets of the universe behind being paired with a fairy. This was not what he had ever expected.


Majeir thought that life was beautiful right now with his beautiful rider. He had already pledged within himself to be loyal to her and make her smile and make her happy and.....(this goes on to infinity).


Bane's head was raised majestically as she surveyed her fellow companions. Her power level was far superior to the rest of them. Now, if only her rider could match her power level then it would be even....
 
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Sanz flinched as they continued to fly quickly through the air. This was an entirely new experience for him. The ground was stable, water held form that he could utilize, even plants were sturdy enough for him to go through . . . but here he was entirely reliant on the creature beneath him
 
Kenzo felt the wind whip around him as he held onto the saddle. He looked cooly around to all of the other riders, taking in everyone's different reactions.
 
"....okay you get the rest of the day to get to know your individual dragon." Draconas lit another cigarette mid-air. "And I'd suggest you get to know each other as well. This is your team and you will be stuck with these people for the rest of your dragon rider life. Whatever differences you may have should be left at the dock where you came in. If I have to deal with any fighting, I'll have my sweet Elise grind your emotional centers into a pulp. Any questions?"


"....emotional centers into a pulp?" Kestus eyed the silver dragon. "....you have an Emora dragon. Isn't that cheating or something to manipulate your students' emotions?"


"I have full rights to utilize whatever methods I wish. You have issues? Take it up with the Queen Herself."
 
Kenzo, for a single instant, snarled with hatred at the mention of the Queen of Dracsofar. He quickly regained control, and prayed to himself that no one had noticed. He glanced at Bane and nodded towards the elf, to show he wished to speak to him.
 
Sanz ran his hand over the smooth scales beneath him. The flight had slowed considerably now as it continued. A psychic dragon . . . what did it know of him? His past, his strengths, his hobbies. And what of Auntyrmarun himself? What were his hopes? His designs for the future? He had so many questions, and he wasn't sure how many of them could be answered . . . his scope of magic was limited, to say the least.
 
Kestus was slightly deflated. "....so we just fly around all day?"


"Yay!!!!!!!!!" Neera was now standing on top of her dragon's saddle and jumping up and down. "Best...day...ever!!!!!"


"....please fall to your death, please fall to your death, please fall to your death..." Ardra muttered beneath her breath.


"Now Elise will monitor you from the ground so I can...do some things." Draconas was itching to get back to his book. "Don't get any crazy ideas like exploring the other rings or examining the bottom of the canyon wall. It would not be wise for your sanity or health."
 
Bane seemed to scoff as she moved so that she flew next to Sanz and Auntyrmarun.


Kenzo stood upright on his saddle as they drew level with Sanz and his dragon. "We didn't get much chance to speak earlier," he said. "Of all the recruits, you are the only one I am not yet aquainted with. As is custom, I will begin. My name is Kenzo, known to some as 'Hermit.' What are you called, sir elf?"
 
Sanz looked over at the dark elf. He had hidden most of his features with a combination of black clothing and straw hat, so it was difficult to figure out his motives.


"Sanz, my name is Sanz."


He tilted his head to the side as he ran a hand along Auntyrmarun's scales


"Why do they call you 'hermit'?"
 
Kenzo remained silent for a while. Finally he tipped his hat so it hung at his back again. "Do you have a family, Sanz? Or somewhere to call home?" He spoke plainly, but his eyes glinted with vengeance.
 
Sanz blinked once at the sudden appearance of red eyes, but made no comment on it.


"Well . . . I don't but I do at the same time. My birth parents are dead, but a human couple took me in and raised me as their own. They are my family now."
 
Kenzo's eyes narrowed slightly. "If they were to be murdered, and the killer was in front of you, always...what would you do? How would you feel?"
 
"I--"


Sanz stopped at the sudden serious question. It was not something he had seen coming in the least.


"I . . ."


His hand subconsciously reached up and grabbed the hilt of the massive blade on his back, his pupils started to dilate slightly . . . but then a presence came over his mind, forced him back. He let out a sigh as his hand left the blade. The hand ran over the scales of the creature beneath him again, a silent *thank you*


"Those are thoughts that I dare not visit unless I plan to act on them."
 
Kenzo replaced his sugegasa onto his head, obscuring Sanz's vision of his eyes. "That is a very wise mindset to have. I apologize if you feel that I threatened you or your dear family in any way, that was not my intention. I have no quarrel with you." He bowed slightly. "To answer your question...I am called 'Hermit' because I have neither family nor a home. Even my surname has been taken from me. As to who the murderers are..." He raised his hat's rim slightly to reveal one of his eyes: it glared at Sanz, filled with rage and murderous intent...yet his voice remained emotionless. "...one of their kin is among us recruits." With that, he sat in the saddle, and Bane rose high into the sky above the clouds.
 
"....perhaps your family should not have gone against us." Neera turned calm eyes on him as she flew after him on Eldran. "The Council upheld the laws; your family chose to go against them."


"Was massacring a family necessary?" Ardra purple eyes glowed beneath her hood and followed on Majeir. "Could it not have been handled better?"


"Diplomacy was exhausted before drastic measures were taken. My mother TRIED to deal with the rebellious family. They chose to refuse diplomacy and even attack our messengers. We could not tolerate that." Neera explained, eyes hardened.


"...I'm staying out of this." Kestus flew at a safe distance on Dezeld.
 
Kenzo tilted his hat up to look Neera in the eye. "I see...'they refused diplomacy and attacked your messengers'...who did you hear that from?" Kenzo said. He said it calmly, as if in casual conversation...but his eyes gave his hatred away.
 
Sanz felt himself rise as the Auntyrmarun flew up a bit higher, coming by the other members. Kenzo and the one he was speaking with were left behind as he met with the other three.


"Good day to you."
 
"....this day is about to turn to a bad day." Ardra sighed. "What idiot put the last surviving member of the Soromine and the Princess of Dracsofar on the same team?"


"What the heck are they talking about anyways?" Kestus was so confused. "....we fairies don't tend to hear about stuff like this."


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"The Queen of Dracsofar herself." Neera's temper was rising and Eldran was beginning to shift nervously as the emotion also hit him. "My mother. And my mother would not lie to me."
 
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