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Thursday, December 18, 2008

Dragon Rider of Metak, countinued

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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