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water and instantly he was alert. After that he got a long, deep drink, easing his thirst. Chaz stood up and wiped his face on his sleeve and walked towards his camp. When he got there he walked over to the pile of dirt and using his hands unburied the deer carcass. Chaz pulled the deer out of the hole and took out his knife and slid in the deer’s front left leg.

The skinning was a long and messy process, but Chaz was pleased with his work. After he finished he walked back to the stream and washed the hide, trying to hurry before any scavenger’s came. After he decided it was nice and clean, he ran back to his camp to find ravens gathered around the deer’s body. Chaz ran forward, yelling as he came, the ravens took off cawing, feather’s falling. When Chaz got to the deer carcass he noticed the eyes were completely gone. With a chuckle Chaz said to himself, “I guess ravens are good for one thing,” and Chaz kneeled down, preparing to remove the bones and the brains.

After Chaz finished that messy business, he put the boned meet in a section of deer hide he had cut. Then with a strip of deer hide he tied it shut. With another piece Chaz walked over to the stream and dipped the leather in, making a pouch and then pulled it out, the weight of the water making the skin stretch. Chaz dumped out a little of the water and then carried the water back to camp. When he got there he picked up the brain and put it in the pouch of water to keep it good, to use to tan latter, then with another piece of cord he tied it shut. Chaz picked up and put everything in his pack and pulled out a carrot to nibble on as he started to walk up the mountain again.

When Chaz returned to the path he started going up again. Looking around him he noticed that there were claw marks on the trees and dirt around him. Some scratches, and others trenches, yard’s long. Chaz said, “Those must be dragon claw marks, if not, I would hate to see the creature that made them.” Continuing on his journey Chaz noticed patches of blood, and flattened grass. In some area’s even felled trees. Chaz looked up and saw that he was nearing a patch of caves in the mountain side. Looking around he saw even more area’s where a tussle had been.

In a cave on the mountain, the rider Rechuk felt the presence of a strong, warrior soul, getting closer and closer. “Is this soul of evil or of good, for I sense no motives in this soul, time will tell me, for if I had not sensed this soul, fate wouldn’t have decreed us to meet.” Rechuk sat in stillness thinking about this new presence. “Are you okay?” Rota asked, flying somewhere in search of food, “Your thought’s are in turmoil.”

“Yes yes, I’m fine,” Rechuk answered.

“Okay,” Rota replied

Chapter Three

As Chaz neared the caves, he heard a huge sound of rushing wind and looked up to behold a marvelous sight. A dragon, white as snow, flying above him, its huge wingspan at least eight yards long, maybe more. Its long serpentine body measuring about fifteen yards, its arms tucked against its body to increase its body aerodynamics. The dragon was speeding towards the caves that Chaz had seen earlier. Chaz started running after the dragon, but its speed was too great. Chaz figured he could follow it pretty easily, for it showed among the bright blue sky. Then, the dragon landed, and Chaz ran faster, almost tripping up the mountain in his haste. Finally Chaz turned around the bend and saw the dragon beginning to lie down to lick its paw. As Chaz neared the dragon sprang to its feet and said in a growling voice, “Who are you, you have no business here! Leave now before I decide to eat you!”

“Peace Rota,” a man said to the dragon, whose name appeared to be Rota.

“As you wish,” Rota said sullenly.

“Who are you and what do you want?” the man said in a gruff voice.

“My name is Chaz. I have come here seeking the dragon rider who landed in my village Metak yesterday. I believe you are that rider,” Chaz replied.

“I am that rider of which you speak,” the man answered, “why have you come here to seek me out?”

“I wanted to see you and to talk to you,” Chaz replied.

“Well go home, I have no wish to talk to you,” the dragon rider answered.

“I came up here all this way to talk to you, not to be brushed aside by an old yellow bellied toad!” Chaz yelled, starting to get angry.

“Watch your language young man, for I am Rechuk, one of the leaders of the dragon riders.”

“Leader?!” Chaz yelled, “Ha, if you’re a leader, I’d hate to see what the other dragon riders are like, or are you a leader of the worst dragon riders.” Rota let out a low growl at the last statement.

“It appears we have an insolent hatchling who needs to learn to respect his elders. I think a beating will teach him to watch his tongue, what do you think Rota?” Rota appeared to silently agree. With a sliding sound Rechuk drew his sword, which was white as Rota was. With a war cry Rechuk ran forward, his sword held above his head on his left side. Rota’s blue eye’s glinted in anticipation. With a rush of adrenaline Chaz knew what to do. He dropped his pack and gripped his staff tightly in both hands, issuing a war cry of his own. Then Rechuk’s arm was in length. With a whir the sword descended to Chaz’s head. Chaz rolled out of the way just as the sword hit where Chaz’s head had been but a few seconds ago. As Chaz regained his feet he swung at Rechuk’s legs. Rechuk sprung into the air, tucking his legs under him. Chaz stumbled forward for he had not been expecting that to happen. Then Rechuk raised his sword high in the air, his body blocking out the sun, Chaz swung his staff at Rechuk’s fingers, resulting in a crack as multiple bones in Rechuk’s hand broke. The sword fell out of Rechuk’s limp hand. Then a loud thunk sounded as half of Chaz’s staff hit a nearby tree. Chaz stared dumbfounded at his staff, realizing he had hit too hard. Then Chaz looked up as a sudden white light shone on Rechuk’s hand and instantly the hand looked normal again. As Rechuk bent down to pick up his fallen sword, Chaz dropped his and drew his own sword. With a war cry that echoed through the mountain and sent flocks of birds flying Rechuk began the fight again. This time as Chaz parried the blow a low metallic sound rang through the air as metal and metal collided. Then a horrible scrapping as Rechuk ran his sword down Chaz’s sword. When the sword got to the cross guard, Rechuk jumped back suddenly causing Chaz to stumble forward. When Chaz regained his balance he heard something whistling through the air towards his neck. Then suddenly the whistling stopped. Chaz looked down and saw Rechuk’s sword point at his throat. “You’ll do.” Rechuk said in a hoarse voice and dropped the sword and put it back in the sheath. “Come,” Rechuk said as he walked towards the cave he came out of. Chaz started to follow Rechuk then remembered his dropped pack and walked over to it, putting his sword away in the process. After he picked up his pack, Chaz stared wistfully at his staff. With a shrug of regret Chaz shouldered his pack and walked towards the cave Rechuk had indicated.

Chapter Four

“Long ago,” Rechuk began as Chaz entered the cave, “when humans first came here, they found several races of Fey Folk and warring clans of Drugar, short bearded men and woman. There were also plenty of creatures here inhabiting this country of Yermo. There were drakes and dragons of varying color, owlbears, dire wolves, and flying tigers to name a few. The land was full of magic, and only the wisest creatures and people could use. Then the humans came on their boats, with animals and wild animals of there own. The Fey and Drugar recluded to themselves as the humans grew stronger, and the magic died out. Resserved for the dragons, drakes, Fey, and Drugar, dieing out in the land, until the humans no longer rembered its presence. The animals that that the humans brought with them took over the wilderness’s streching over Yermo. The humans pushed the wilderness farther and farther back, until the came to the Fey’s border, the Fey then attacked the humans, ending in a bitter truce. The humans also tried taking over the mountains where the Drugar lived, also resulting in war ending in a truce. Then one day, fire lit the horizon

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Chaz woke with a start. Drenched in sweat and panting. His dream had been a nightmare. In the nightmare, there was a beast with huge curving horns, sparks flying out of its nostrils. Scaly body charging, constantly getting closer and closer to Chaz who was running, but never moving. Chaz shuddered as he remembered the dream. Suddenly a dire wolf howled in the distance, Chaz jumped at the noise. Chaz looked towards the tent door and remembered the fire glowing in those bestial eyes.

The first rays of light shown through the tent wall and on to Chaz’s face, waking him up. Chaz got up and went outside and wandered groggily to where he could here a stream running. Chaz got down on his knees and bent over the stream and splashed his face with the cold water

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Prologue

Rechuk awoke to the braking of glass and people screaming. “Rota!” he thought, “where are you?”

“I am on my way!” Rota replied.

“Do you know what’s going on?” Rechuk asked.

“The Ralac” Rota answered.

“Here?! Now?!” Rechuk said.

“Yes,” Rota answered, “hurry now; we must save an egg and escape so we can raise a rebellion.”

“I know,” Rechuk answered, “meet me by the north gate!”

“Okay,” Rota replied.

“I can’t believe this!” Rechuk said to himself, “the Ralac here!” Rechuk finished getting ready and walked out of his house and ran to the dragon hatchery. When he looked at the sky, he saw that it was ablaze with the fiery mounts of the Ralac’s. As he was running, he heard the screams of the dieing, and he smelled the smell of burning flesh. When he walked in the dragon hatchery, he saw a group of other dragon riders already assembled themselves together in the main chamber. “What should we do?” one of the dragon riders asked Rechuk.

“We should each take an egg and separate and leave for towns and villages far away, where the Ralac won’t find us, and then we try to raise future dragon riders. We will communicate with each other with our dragons,” Rechuk said, grabbing a black egg. “Now, may our journeys be safe, let us find new riders, and together we will overcome the tyrannical reign of the Ralac!” Rechuk said, “goodbye my fellow riders, until we meet again.” Rechuk said, and ran out of the hatchery and to the north gate.

Chapter One

Chaz woke up in a cold sweat, frightened by his dream. He had a horrible dream. Fire everywhere, burning his eyes, nostrils, and body. Chaz looked out his window and saw that the moon had not yet reached its zenith, so he turned around in the bed for a moment, until he was comfortable, and lay back down to go to sleep.

Chaz woke to the roosters cry that morning. There was a knock on the door, “Chaz, get up, time to do the morning chores,” his mom Shell said.

“All right mother,” Chaz answered, stifling a yawn. Chaz got out of bed, and walked over to the basin of water and splashed his face a few times to wake him up. He walked over to a cloth and furiously scrubbed at his face. Chaz changed into his work clothes and walked out of his room and went outside. Chaz got outside, and grabbed a pail and a stool, and walked over to the barn where the cows were and set the stool down by the first cow and milked.

After he finished the tenth and final cow, Chaz dumped the last pail full, and grabbed a handful of empty bottles, and walked over to the trough full of milk, and set the first bottle under the valve and filled the bottle with milk.

After he had repeated this process about twenty times, Chaz carried the bottles to a shelf, and screwed on lids, then but them in the ice chest, and went inside for breakfast. “Chaz, can you help Baby eat her food?” Shell said as Chaz sat down.

“Okay,” Chaz said with a sigh, “where’s Dad?”

“He went to the town for market, after you finish your chores, you’ll take some fresh food over to him and help out,” Shell replied.

“Fine,” Chaz said, a little exasperated, as he spooned some food into Baby’s mouth. When Chaz finished breakfast he went outside to gather the eggs, gather the carrots, potatoes, and squash, and picking the strawberries. When Chaz finished about an hour later, he packed up a handcart and yelled to his mom, “Mom, I’m leaving now!”

“Okay!” Shell yelled back, “and be careful!”

“Don’t worry!” Chaz said, exasperated, and walked on the path towards town.

When Chaz reached town, he heard no noise other than his approach. There was a crowd of people in the town square, and they looked around at his approach. Chaz felt a rush of temperature rise to his face and ears at the being the object of so much attention. Chaz looked around with a hurried glance, and saw his father Terok and asked, “What’s going on dad?”

“It’s a long story,” Terok responded.

“Well I’m going to be here a while, helping to set up,” Chaz said, “You might as well tell it to me.”

“If you insist,” Terok responded. “I might as well start at the beginning. I had just arrived and was setting up the stall, like on normal market days, and a great rush of wind hit us, blowing most of us over. We looked up and saw a dragon, white as fresh snow, land in the center of the square. We saw upon it a rider, looking of rough build, very muscular, broad shoulders, and a clean shaven chin. As the dragon landed, the rider spoke in a gruff voice, “I have come here to reside in your close mountains. I have brought a single egg with me. It may hatch to anyone, but only one person. I have come here because the Ralac have struck.” As the riders words sunk in, the people began to murmur in fear.

One person called out, “Why have you come here then? Why aren’t you out fighting the Ralac?” Many people murmured their agreement to his words.

“Because they struck us in the night, killing off most of us dragon riders, myself and a few other dragon riders took some eggs and flew to far away towns and cities. I will reside here, until either the egg hatches, or it doesn’t hatch to anyone. I will find a cave for me and my dragon to stay in.” And with that he flew off, up to the mountain.” That’s what happened.”

“Thanks Dad!” Chaz said, “I’m going to ask some people some questions,” Chaz as he ran off. “Oh,” Chaz said as he turned around, “here’s some fresh produce.”

“Thanks Chaz,” Terok responded as Chaz ran off.

“No problem!” Chaz called out, already having disappeared into the crowd. As Chaz entered the crowd he slowed down to a trot, and then to a walk, looking around him as he went. When Chaz had been in the crowd for a while, he noticed a bright blonde head, standing out from all the browns. “Torson!” Chaz called out.

The blonde turned around and yelled, “Chaz!” Torson yelled back.

“What was going on here?” Chaz asked, “My dad told me there was a dragon rider here. Is that true?”

“As true as I am!” Torson replied, “Is that all you wanted to know?”

“Yep!” Chaz replied, “Oh, by the way!” Chaz called out as Torson started to walk away, “how’s your family?”

“They’re okay,” Torson replied with a sigh as he turned back.

“What do you mean ‘okay’?” Chaz asked.

“Well, mom’s been in bed ever since the last baby,” Torson said, “and she’s just been getting worse and worse. Metak’s doctor said that there’s no cure, and expects she will leave us within the month,” Torson gasped with a sob. “My father’s been depressed ever since he heard that news, he’s just given up on life, I’ve had to do all the work. I’m afraid that he’ll die when she does. I don’t know where me and the baby will stay if that happens.” Torson finished with gulp.

“I’m sure my family will take you in,” Chaz said, “if that happens, just come over with the baby and your belongings, and explain the situation to them. They may be gruff on the outside, but they’re one of the nicest people you’ll meet.”

“Thanks Chaz,” Torson said, his tears running slower.

“No problem,” Chaz replied, “well, I guess I better be going back to help my dad,” Chaz said as he turned around, “bye Torson!”

“Same to you!” Torson replied, as Chaz disappeared into the crowd. When Chaz finally found his way through the crowd and back to his father, he noticed a huge ring of people standing around his stall. Chaz ran up to his father and said, “What do you need me to do dad?”

“Nothing,” Terok replied, “oh, wait! Here’s what I need you to do, take these ten gold pebloms, and go buy yourself something nice, I’ve got huge amounts of buyers thanks to your fresh produce. Now go!” Terok finished giving Chaz a shove.

“I can’t accept this!” Chaz said with a gasp. “It’s too much!”

“Not for what you have done.” Terok replied, “now go and by yourself something nice.”

“Fine,” Chaz said, faking a groan, and Chaz turned back and started going around the stalls. After Chaz was wandering around the different stalls, he arrived in the blacksmith’s area. As Chaz was scanning the wares something dark caught his eye. As he turned he gasped in surprise. He saw hanging on a pole and black sword and matching dagger, hanging from a belt, the hilt ending in a dragon, its wing’s spread for flight. And for eye’s, little tiny rubies.

“Ah they’re a beauty, ain’t they,” a loud voice said behind Chaz, making Chaz jump a little in surprise. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you!” the voice said with a laugh.

Chaz turned around and saw a bear of a man and said, “Hello smithy Corson, did you make this?”

“Aye, I think they be my best work, though no one but you has stopped to look at them. Want to here the story on how they were made?”

“Sure,” Chaz replied.

“Okay, so I was in my forge, trying to decide on a new mold, and then a stranger walks in and said, “Would it be all right if I could stay at your house for a while?” And me being the generous man I am said, “Of course you can!” And he said, “Thank you for your kindness,” and then he muttered some mumbo-jumbo and pulled out to molds from his cloak, and said “these are the molds you will use, a matching sword and dagger, and this is the ore you will use” he said putting the molds down and pulling two bricks of black ore, the likes of which I have never seen. And he said “this is the belt and sheaths you will use” he said, pulling out the most beautiful decorated leather I have ever seen. And then he said some more mumbo-jumbo and disappeared. Imagine my rage when I had been so hospitable, and he disappears.” Corson finished

“I’m sure you were very angry,” Chaz said, “how much is the whole set worth?”

“Since you’re the first person to look at it, I’ll lower it from 12 gold pebloms to five gold pebloms.”

“Hmm,” Chaz said, “I think I’ll take it.”

“Here you go,” Corson said, lifting it down off the pole.

“Thanks,” Chaz said buckling the belt on.

“No, thank you,” Corson replied, “I was afraid I was never going to sell it.” Corson finished as Chaz walked away.

After awhile of wandering, Chaz eventually bought a backpack, tent, bedroll, a few pieces of flint, a bow, and a quiver of arrows, Chaz returned to his dad’s stall, “Dad!” Chaz called out.

“I see you spent the money I gave you.” Terok replied.

“Most of it,” Chaz replied, “Dad, can I buy two cans of milk, and mixed dried vegetables and fruit?” Chaz said, handing over three silver pebloms.

“Okay,” Terok said, taking the money, “why do you think you need this though?”

“I’m going to find the dragon rider,” Chaz replied.

“Fine,” Terok replied with a sigh.

“What, you’re letting me go?!” Chaz said shocked.

“Yes,” Terok replied, “but I don’t like it, and neither will your mother. I just know there’s no point in stopping you.”

“Thanks dad,” Chaz said with a smile, “oh, could you do me a favor?”

“What,” Terok replied, his old gruffness returning.

“Torson’s mom is dying, and he’s afraid that his dad will die when she does, so I was wondering if that happens if you could take him and his baby sister in?”

“Of course we would,” Terok replied, “you didn’t even have to ask.

“Thanks dad,” Chaz said, “I knew I could count on you!” Chaz said, loading the food in that his father gave him. After he finished loading, Chaz walked away from his dad’s stall and yelled, “See you soon dad!” and then he walked forward and mingled with the crowd.

When Chaz got out of the town square, he ran for a while, than slowed to catch his breath. Chaz walked then to the base of Mount Warsok. Chaz shouldered his pack and said, “Here goes nothing,” and took the first step forward on the long, treacherous journey.

Chapter Two

As Chaz started walking up the mountain, he noticed several animals running away because of his presence. With a laugh Chaz started looking around at the scenery and noticed a fairly strait branch on the path in front of him. He picked it up and noticed that it was about his height, and he walked over to a near by boulder and sat down and took out his dagger and started whittling away on the branch. When he finished he said to himself, “That should make a nice walking stick,” and so he stood up, put his knife away and started walking up the mountain again. Along the way he saw a continuing amount of deer running away from him and he said to himself, “I should probably go hunt them for some food. I should probably set up a target range to practice on.” So, he went to a near by tree and took out his knife and carved an X into the tree. When that was done, he put his knife away and stepped back twenty paces. When all that was done he took out his bow and clumsily knocked an arrow and pulled back on the bow and let the arrow fly. With a gasp of pain he dropped the bow and looked at his right arm, the arm that had held the bow, and saw that from his elbow to his wrist was cut up and bleeding. Chaz looked up and saw his arrow had barely hit the tree he was aiming at. With a grimace of pain he stood up and walked over to where his arrow lied. He walked back to his backpack and dug around in it and saw a band of leather in there that would fit perfectly on his arm and said, “I guess that this came with the bow and the quiver of arrows,” and slipped the leather on. When that was on, he picked up the bow again and knocked the arrow, pulled back with all his strength and closed an eye and had the arrow pointing to where he wanted to shoot, and when his arm was steady, he let the arrow fly. With a thud it hit right below the center of X, with a cry of delight, he ran over to the tree and took the arrow out. He then proceeded to shoot the arrow until he could hit the center 30 times in a row. After that he went out hunting.

It was dusk when he found a clearing full of deer. He crept into the trees on the outside edge of the clearing and looked around for his target. When he found his target, a big buck, he took an arrow out of his quiver and put it in the bow string and pulled back. The herd looked up at the sound of him pulling the arrow back, and Chaz hurriedly held his breath, after a while the deer relaxed and Chaz let out his breath slowly. He slowly took aim, pulled the arrow back farther, and let the arrow fly. The arrow whistled towards his target, startling all the other deer, the deer began to run towards the nearby forest, and Chaz’s buck turned to run too, but then with a thud, the arrow sank deep into the deer’s chest, and the buck fell down, dead as the arrow hit. With a whoop of joy Chaz ran forward out of the trees to where his buck lay, and when he got there he picked up the deer and walked back to the path. When he got close to the path, he noticed it was starting to get dark, and so he decided to set up camp. For dinner he just had a few pieces of fruit, and then buried the deer so predators would not come in the middle of the night, set up his tent, unrolled his bed roll and went to sleep.

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Dragons

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