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PROLOGUE
THE WYVERN MASSACRE
The wyverns held a pact with the werewolves for many generations. One day a fleet of a twenty five ships neared the shores of what is now called Curscad Island. That fleet of ships would change the fate of the once great wyvern empire.
On those ships were two thousand humans and three thousand Dwarfs. When they saw a wyvern on shore a man aimed his bow at it and someone barked “No! They are the inhabitants of the island, only shoot if you wish to be burned alive.”
The wyverns and werewolves knew the threat that the newcomers could cause to them and their society, so they tried to make a peace agreement with them. The dwarves refused calling the wyverns’ demons and the werewolves half breeds. Fortunately for them the humans agreed to the peace agreement although it was on very shaky grounds with the werewolves. After the treaty only a few small skirmishes took place between the werewolves and humans but resulting in only a few deaths.
The peace treaty lasted for two thousand years. Until one dark gloomy day which is now called the day of iniquity a dark evil group known as the Razing Flame, Dark Death, or as they called themselves the Razagin were formed. Their hatred for the wyverns ran high and wanted them dead at any expense.
They formed an army two hundred thousand strong and slayed a wyvern hatchling and burned the village in which it came. They stole supplies from it and collapsed a great silver statue that was one of the most sacred shrines to the wyverns. When the wyverns found out about this savage crime they demanded that the humans pay them. Instead, the human leader said he would take down the Razagin, however, it never happen. They next day he was assassinated by a dwarf who heard about the Razagin’s attack. Together they seized the werewolves’ domain and burned five of their cities. Then they split their forces and the other half attacked the wyvern’s capital. They killed the wyverns who couldn’t or wouldn’t fight. When the wyverns heard of the attack they stormed the capital, however to no avail. They had arrows rained down upon them and magic tore them apart because some humans and dwarves could use magic, and wyverns had poor resistance against magic.
However the worst was from the dragon slayers. They knew many strengths and weaknesses of dragons and learned the arts on how to kill them. Their swords were made for cutting threw a dragon’s rough scales and had somewhat fire proof armor.
A wyvern ship was about to leave to request help from the mainland, but the Razagin raided it. They slaughtered the wyverns on the ship and dumped their remains into the sea. They took command of the ship and requested recruits from the mainland and in return they would be given money, lots of money. Only three thousand more recruits came though, but it didn’t matter, the wyverns were at the verge of defeat.
The dwarven army attacked many of the wyvern’s cities and cut down all wyverns they saw and many werewolves. About three months after the war started the werewolves abandoned the islands and went into the mainland to hide from the Razagin. So they chose the vast Serinese Forest to hide in. They wyverns were too attached to their land to flee and continued to fight a downward battle they were destined to lose.
About half way threw the war a fifteen year old boy by the name of Detholisarr came upon a wyvern egg. He was a year too young to enter battle at that time and wanted to help slay the wyverns any way he could. He remembered an ancient legend that stated ‘To gain the gift of longevity break the seal around a wyvern egg then drink the yoke of the egg.’
He used an ancient magic that his elder taught him. It was magic so dark, so evil it was sealed away for millions of years. “Cascadea maleo singdalivlaita!” he cried as a small light appeared from the egg and then the seal shattered. The egg was now exposed to anything. He pierced it with a small stick and a small hole cracked open. Then he put it to his lips and the yoke slipped down his throat. A blast of pain went through his entire body, he collapsed nearly dead. Normally it would have killed him but a wyvern who cared about nothing but himself didn’t want to die and thought if he helped the Razagin destroy his race they would let him live. He took Detholisarr to his cavern a few yards away and gave him a potion that took millions of years to make. A few hours later Detholisarr woke up. The wyvern explained what happened and Detholisarr thanked him and when the wyvern wasn’t looking Detholisarr slayed him with a sword through the head. He returned to his village and explained what happened. They made him the second in command of the army. For he now aged slowly and soon he would become the leader of their empire.
After 3 years of war only twenty wyverns remained. They were forced to leave their beloved homeland and head to the mainland.
The human government was outraged at what happened and threatened to go to war with the dwarfs and Razagin. The dwarves knew the humans could call reinforcements from the mainland so they left for it. The Razagin were exiled from the island and they named it the Curscad Island or Flameless Island.
Soon strange tales circulated about the mysterious werewolves who only appeared at night. Soon they were known as savage beings because they bit people only though it was a ritual for them and it was only people from their race they bit except in times of battle. The location of the last wyverns is unknown except that they are being hunted by the newly formed Razada Empire formed by the exiled Razagin members.
The humans that remained on those islands were also shrouded in mystery because after the Wyvern Massacre the mainland thought the humans there were eliminated.
Although the Razagin continued their hunt for the wyverns they killed all but seven wyverns and many of the Razagin mistook other dragons for wyverns though they could care less. The empire of Razada stretched from the east coast of the Frazeon Sea to the Volcanic Plains that lay far to the west. A small country, Metropolis, was even further west than the Volcanic Plains.
CHAPTER 1
THE SIGHTING
1,000 years have passed since the Wyvern Massacre. From the original twenty that survived it, now only seven live. Most died of disease or being killed by the Razagin. They live in the remote regions of Razada. The Razagin, unable to find them, pronounced them extinct.
The werewolves remained secretive from the humans but the elves found the werewolves and contemplated attacking them until a werewolf said, “Do not attack, we come in peace. We only wis to keep to ourselves.”
The elves agreed and made a treaty with them promising never to tell humans of their existence. The elves and the werewolves had a strong bond, telling them about the events of the outside world. Nobody else knew were the werewolves lived and no one knew the whereabouts of the last wyverns.
“Wait, I think I saw something.” Said Zehark.
“How? It’s nearly impossible to see anything here. The trees are too close together.” Replied Deric.
“Be quiet! Follow me, I swear I saw something large and it went this way.” Zehark ordered as he ran off with Deric right behind him.
Zehark had brown hair and eyes and Deric blondish hair and blue eyes, each was sixteen and old enough to carry weapons and were considered men in the village.
They ran for about two minutes before coming to a stop. They saw a large dip in the forest and at the bottom of it was a large stone building.
“What in the world would be living out here?” asked Deric.
“I don’t know, but let’s go see.” Zehark replied, gripping his sword.
They ran down the hill where they saw a large and very old looking wyvern sleeping in the front yard of the building. Its body was covered with black scales and had white spikes protruding out both sides of its head. It had a terrible gash on its left wing and an old, sad look on its face.
“A wyvern! What are the chances?! No we can go sell it to the king and get loads of gold for him!” exclaimed Deric.
“Wait I thought the king said they were extinct.”
“No, he just said they’re probably extinct. Come on lets go tell the village about them.” Deric said delightedly.
“Oh no..., you two aren’t going anywhere.” Said another wyvern that came around the building. He was considerably younger than the other wyvern. It also had black scales that were somewhat lighter than the older wyverns.
“Says who? You stupid Curscad.” said Zehark, grabbing his sword while Deric grabbed his ax.
“What did you call me?” said the angry wyvern, who was ready to attack until the older wyvern woke up.
“Trialidon, stop it now and tell me what happened.” demanded the old wyvern.
“They were talking about turning us into the Razagin. This one,” he glared at Zehark “called me a Curscad.”
Deric, who now feared an attack, put his ax in a defensive position. Although he knew how to fight with it, he wasn’t too good with the ax. Trialidon dove at him and Zehark charged the wyvern with his sword.
“Trialidon stop, there is no need to attack. It will only bring you down to their level,” said a sapphire blue dragon. It, unlike the two wyverns, stood on all fours.
“But why? Sufyra, they threatened to sell us.”
“Seriously Trialidon, stop attacking every human that comes our way. Don’t say ‘what about the massacre’ because Furrkialla was from it and he only attacks humans that actually pose a threat to us.”
“Yes Trialidon, you can’t be so stubborn. I was planning on capturing them until you came here and messed everything up,” said Furrkialla.
“I’m sorry,” said Trialidon, who was humiliated.
The three of them took the weapons from them and forced them into the building. They were forcefully tied up to a pole so they couldn’t run.
Since Sufyra came out it was the first time one of the two humans spoke. “Sufyra, if that’s your name.... why are you here with these wyverns? They’ll probably try to kill you. So why would you want to be with them?” demanded Zehark.
She turned her head around and glared at Zehark. “They are more trustworthy than humans. I would much rather be with them than with the humans who would rather have the wyverns’ dead.”
Right, and then why didn’t you go live with other dragons instead of these stupid wyverns,” Zehark teased.
Sufyra was very angry and upset from his rude comment. “Now be quiet you stupid human. I would rather be here than in the human cities,” she yelled at him as she left to go upstairs.
Trialidon and Furrkialla were one of the last wyverns in existence. They lived near the northern edge of the Serinese Forest where they thought no humans lived. Although Trialidon was much younger then Furrkialla, he was born a warrior.
Furrkialla was the last wyvern alive from the Wyvern Massacre. He remembered all the pain and loss of loved ones that died. A chunk of his left wing was missing because an arrow tore through it. He held no strong hatred for humans but didn’t trust them very much. His throat was punctured during the massacre and a spell was set on him. He no longer could breathe fire. Unlike normal dragons, wyverns need to chew platinum to breath fire. It takes less than an ounce of platinum to generate five months worth of stored fire.
Trialidon, who was born after the massacre, has a bigger grudge then Furrkialla but does not hate the humans. He only hates the ones that are part of the Razagin. He has been to Metropolis and saw how humans could be good. Furrkialla was his great uncle and took care of him after his parents died at the hands of the Razagin.
Sufyra had a mysterious past, Furrkialla found her abandoned in the forest. No one knew who her parents were. She and Trialidon have a very close connection even though he got on her nerves sometimes. She, unlike the other two, was a dragon and she hates humans the most. She considers them monsters and foul demons and thinks they are all evil.
A few hours went past when Trialidon, Sufyra, and Furrkialla came down to the basement to talk to Deric and Zehark.
“If you’re going to kill us hurry up and do it now!” ordered Deric.
“Don’t worry humans; we’re not going to kill you. First of all, what are your names?” asked Furrkialla.
“I’m Zehark and this is Deric.” said Zehark.
“Why are you two here? Humans are not supposed to enter this sacred area.”
“We can enter wherever we please. Your rituals are meaningless to us.” said Zehark.
“Peace, we mean you no harm, besides you should know your countries past and what they did to our race.”
“Now look, we don’t care what Lord Detholisarr did to your race, it was all for the good.” said Deric.
“Do you honestly believe that?” shouted Sufyra, “You humans made a treaty with the wyverns and your so called empire broke that promise and slaughtered them.”
“You’re a dragon, not a wyvern. How would you know that?” replied Deric.
“Because unlike humans we study the past.” Sufyra roared at him.
“Sufyra, stop, you are the one acting foolish. Don’t stoop to the low levels of the humans.” said Trialidon.
“Quit arguing you two, it isn’t their fault they don’t know what happened. Detholisarr won’t let anyone know the real reason why he cut us down.” Said Furrkialla as he turned around and showed the two humans the huge gash in his wing.
“That’s because it is true and no one cares about you stupid wyverns.” yelled Deric.
“Silence,” ordered Furrkialla who was loosing his temper. “It is true, I survived the massacre and I know what happened in it!”
“Oh be quiet, it is....”
“Zehark, be quiet” interrupted Deric, “we’re making them mad and we don’t want them to kill us.”
The three of them left the room leaving Deric and Zehark in the room alone. It was large and made of pure stone. Two poles were in the middle of the room which they were tied to. There was a slight draft in it and the room was pitch black.
“What should we do to get out? They took are weapons and chained us to these poles.” said Deric.
“Don’t worry; we won’t leave you there forever. Unlike humans, we can be trusted, we’re just keeping you in here so you won’t tell anyone.” Said Sufyra, who went back down there.
“So the only reason you came here was to complain?” said Zehark.
“No human, I only came to remove your chains. Furrkialla said we’re safe if you don’t have your weapons and I have the unfortunate task of getting you unchained.”
“Well hurry up.” he replied impatiently.
She got them unchained and they followed her upstairs. The upstairs were brighter but still all stone. A small table and three giant patches of moss were on the ground which was where the wyverns and dragon slept.
“So, what are you Curscads going to do with us?” asked Deric.
“Quiet human, no need to insult us; you could just be getting yourself killed.” said Trialidon.
“We will let you walk around the building, but you cannot leave, if you do we’ll attack you. Also, we have destroyed your weapons so don’t bother looking for them.” said Furrkialla.
“Why should we trust you?” demanded Zehark.
“Because you have no other choice, either you stay here or we will kill you and I would rather not kill you. We just can’t let you reveal our secret.” hissed Trialidon.
The wyverns left and only Sufyra and the two humans remained. She went to the room next to it and lay down. They both followed her into it.
“What do you want?!” she snapped.
“To ask you something... Why exactly are you here?” asked Deric.
“None of your business now leave!” she snapped at him. The next day was dark and gloomy. It was storming out so they stayed inside. Lightning struck a tree which went ablaze but soon went out thanks to the downpour. The wind howled through the branches of the trees.
“What should we do? They won’t let us leave and I’m getting bored of just waiting here.” Said Zehark throwing a clump of moss up in one hand and catching it with the other.
“I suppose we could try to escape but it probably wouldn’t work.” replied Deric.
They went to the upstairs and had to be careful of where they stepped because there were chunks of rocks missing from the floor and stairs.
“That’s not a good idea. If we do go there we might be spotted by the village.” They heard Trialidon’s voice from behind a door.
“It’s the best thing we can do. The group of humans we saw a few months ago could have reached the capital by now so we should go. Now, about the humans that are here, the day we leave we should probably let them go in case they tell anyone of our existence.” replied Furrkialla.
“Alright, fine, do it then. Just so they don’t tell anyone were here. I don’t want to get killed.” said Sufyra.
“So they’re leaving soon,” said Deric when they went back downstairs, “we should try to escape so we can get money.”
“It’s too risky and besides, what good will that do us. We would probably get caught and killed.” Zehark replied.
They stopped talking when they heard the others coming down the steps. The wind was howling and lightning struck close to the building. When they went to bed Zehark woke Deric up.
“What are you doing?” asked Deric tiredly.
“Come on, you said it’s either now or never to get out of here,” he replied as the two of them went to the door. He took out a key and unlocked the door.
“Where in the world did you find that?!” asked Deric.
“Stole it from Sufyra when she wasn’t looking, now come on,” said Zehark as they both went outside into the stormy night.
CHAPTER 2
THE GLAHARADS
They made it to the village in five hours due to the darkness. The village of Jagosinar was small, only containing about one thousand people. Wooden houses were strewn out everywhere; there was no design to the village and only a small lookout tower for defense.
The armory was located near the front of the town next to the guard tower.
“Where were you two, we sent a search party after you yesterday and where are your weapons?” demanded Ronasones the town guard.
“We were hunting in the forest and were captured by wyverns they...”
“What? Wyverns? Where are they?” the guard ordered, cutting off Deric.
“Yeah Wyverns, about ten miles into the forest. They captured us and destroyed our weapons. They said if we told anyone of there existence they would attack our village. They even have a captured dragon with them.” said Zehark.
“How many were there?”
“Only two, but they still seamed powerful.”
“Hmm, yes, even that many could destroy us knowing how vicious they are. Alright, I’ll give you knew weapons this time. Just because you’re my girlfriends brother Zehark doesn’t mean I’ll keep giving you knew ones. Now you two stay here for a few minutes I’ll get a few people to tell Lord Detholisarr that two more wyverns are here.”
He ran off as the other two watched. “How many troops do you think the empire will bring here?” asked Deric.
“Two hundred at least, you no what happened when three wyverns attacked the city of Dar’eoc. They destroyed the city and all its inhabitance and five hundred troops until they were finally slain.” Zehark replied.
“Yes, true, they won’t need that many troops. One is old and injured, the other is younger and still probably strong. I’d say two to three hundred.”
“Yes Sufyra will probably help them, but dragons aren’t nearly as strong as wyverns.”
They waited there for a few minutes until Ronasones came back. There were about thirty people behind him.They each entered the armory grabbing swords and shields.
“You’re going to need more troops to kill them,” said Zehark.
“I know that. We will be returning to the empire to tell them to send more troops. These are just in case we get attacked.”
“There’s only one problem, we overheard them talking about leaving soon. By the time you reach the emperor they could already be gone.”
“Don’t worry. It’s not in their nature to leave when their prisoners escape. Even if they do leave we know that they are on the run and can easily be located unless they go north to the Crystal Mountain Range. We should get going now...” he said, and then departed with the other thirty.
“Great. Soon the troops will be here and we will be getting paid for telling them. Even if we don’t get all the money at least those monsters will be killed,” said Deric happily.
“And what will you be getting this money for?” demanded Zehark’s sister.
“Didn’t Ronasones tell you? We saw two wyverns and then were captured by them,” said Zehark.
“I know, but you won’t get paid. Only the people who tell the emperor will.”
“Well, that doesn’t matter too much, at least their dead.”
“Whatever, I think I’m going with him and the others so don’t burn the house down,” she said harshly, then left.
Zehark’s parents died two years ago in a storm and his uncle and sister looked after him. His uncle was in the hospital with a bad illness. His sister was constantly going to Ronasones’ house and left him by himself.
He went to his house and cooked some meat. All that was left was squirrel meat since his latest hunting attempts had been unsuccessful. The house was wood and stained with dark spots because of water that seeped in through the floor.
His room was a mess. Dirt was tracked everywhere from his dirty boots and his boots were thrown in the corner, there were stones everywhere as well.
He fell asleep, waking up a few hours later. When he awoke he could feel the presence of someone or something in the house. He grabbed his sword that he kept next to the bed and went to investigate. He found a small piece of paper, it read:

If you value your life you will get that group to come back. We knew you escaped and we followed you. We don’t want to kill you, Sufyra might, but we don’t. Meet me in the forest right before dawn.

Trialidon

P.S. I sent another message to the other human. I would bring your sword.

Zehark ignored it and went back to sleep. A few hours later he heard a crash and part of the wall was missing.
“I knew you wouldn’t show up, human, so they made me come to get you. They found the other human because he lives closer to the edge of town. It was safer for them,” said Sufyra as she stood next to the destroyed wall.
“What do you mean? Just kill me now!” demanded Zehark.
“Unfortunately we can’t kill you. Why they don’t want you dead I don’t know. Just follow me now.”
He thought about just staying but knew that she could kill him so he grabbed his sword and went with her. They went to the forest. A few yards in they saw the two wyverns and Deric.
“What are you three going to do? Kill us? Do it now if you are!” said Zehark.
We’re not going to kill you, we should, but we’re not. Now how far away is the group that left for the capital?” asked Furrkialla.
“We’re not going to tell you, even if you kill us. At least you monsters will be dead soon even if you do leave,” said Deric.
“Monsters! You think we’re monsters? You ere the ones who were going to get us killed and don’t even care about what happened to us in the past. All we did after the massacre was go into hiding so you wouldn’t kill us. As soon as you would find some of us you’d kill us anyway,” said Trialidon.
“Trialidon, that’s enough. Saying all that makes you sound like a fool. We will let you go if you tell us the information. If we wanted to we could go to the dragon land and get dragons to destroy your village. We won’t because we don’t believe in killing for the sake of killing,” replied Furrkialla.
“Why get the dragons when you can destroy our village just yourselves?” asked Zehark.
Furrkialla let out a laugh and said, “We’re not that strong. Jagosinar might have a small army and weak defense but two wyverns and a dragon could not defeat your entire village. Damage it - yes, kill everybody – no. Especially when there are no platinum for Trialidon to breathe fire. Sufyra can without it, but I can’t even with platinum because of an injury I suffered.”
“Alright we’ll tell you they’re about two days away and with about thirty five people.”
“We can’t let them go; you know we have to wait for the dragons to get here. We can let them go, the villagers think we’re as strong as the glaharads but you are right, we should leave soon. We could meet the dragons on the way back to their land,” reassured Furrkialla.
“What is a glaharad? Is this something you made up?” demanded Deric.
“They’re not made up, fool. If you want to know what they are here you go... they helped the empire destroy Dar’eoc, which was the last place to be taken over besides Metropolis, and the remaining dragon territory,” said Sufyra rudely.
“Come on Sufyra, don’t be so harsh, it’s not their fault Detholisarr won’t let them know what really happened during the massacre and after it.” said Trialidon.
“He told us what happened. You attacked us and nearly killed us so we had to form a strong army with dwarves. We had to kill your kind because of all the destruction to our villages on the mainland and the islands. Our people tortured with your claws and you’re your pride got the better of you until finally our great empire formed and killed two hundred of you. But the massacre happened one thousand years ago. So he did lie. I can’t believe how now one has figured it out.” said Zehark.
“No, others have figured it out but they are soon dead once they do. We don’t know how but, people who find out the truth are dead in a matter of days. There is a small rebel group that found out the truth and went into hiding. The last time the dragons came by they said the rebels had been attacked and we have no idea if they are still alive. Sufyra...if you were wondering Metropolis is a good country.” said Furrkialla.
“I can’t believe we have all been lied to just so he can keep his empire. Sorry how we acted earlier.” said Deric.
“Yeah, sorry we would have never known. We should tell the rest of the village and join the rebels,” suggested Zehark.
“Yes, Detholisarr tells lies to keep the rebellions low. We could tell the village they might believe us. Our best chance however is to flee. The glaharads will find you and any other villagers that believe and they will kill you.” Furrkialla replied.
“Glaharads? What exactly are they?”
“They are creatures similar to dragons, only larger, but that’s where the similarity ends. They are covered with black and brown scales, horns protrude from their heads just like bulls. They also have massive spikes coming out the ends of their wings and huge saber teeth sticking out the sides of their mouths. The strangest thing about them is they have an exoskeleton on the outside of their skin. Know one knows what their true form looks like. They do possess a form of magic, but it is not very powerful. They can sense anything their master tells them and in recent cases it is for knowing the truth about wyverns.”
“How did you find out that we told people about you?”
“Easy, we used Sufyra for unlike most dragons she can transform into a human. When you two escaped she followed you.” replied Furrkialla.
They looked over at her and she transformed into a human. She has long blackish hair with a tint of blue in it and brown eyes. “I have to stay in the shadows when I transform. One, not to show my disgracefulness and two, so the sunlight doesn’t show all of the blue in my hair.” She stepped into the sunlight and a dark blue streak shined in her hair then she quickly changed back.
“Why did you have us bring our weapons?” asked Zehark.
“To destroy them, we knew you would bring them incase of an attack, but now we won’t destroy them.” Trialidon replied.
“Very wise Trialidon, I said you could trust them. Now we should leave, unfortunately the other group of humans you saw a few months ago made it to the emperor.” said Ronasones who was standing next to the two wyverns.
“Ronasones, what, how did you get here? We thought you left with the rest of the group to go to the hospital.” said Deric puzzled.
“I did but there were people who actually thought we were going there, not towards the rebel group. A battle happened with thirty of us and I am the only one who lived.”
“I thought it would take them longer to make it there,” said Furrkialla.
“That’s what we thought but they must have heard reports of a glaharad which took the information form them to the emperor. We have less then a week before the empire gets here.”
“Shouldn’t we leave then?” asked Zehark.
“Unfortunately, no. I have a few things I have to do. All of you should stay here. It could be dangerous even for you, Zehark and Deric.” Ronasones stated as he left.
How long has he known about you two?” asked Zehark as they entered the building.
“For six months. That’s why I didn’t attack you when I first saw you. I wasn’t sure if you were with him.” said Furrkialla.
“Yeah even thought I still think its weird who Sufyra still hates humans.” Trialidon said.
“Well, most humans are like that. Come on three humans don’t mean that much.” she said.
“Obviously, you’ve never been to Metropolis.” Trialidon muttered.
“Metropolis, why would you want to go there? It’s a country of barbarians. They kill people and torture their citizens.”
“No it’s not. I’ve been there. It was awhile ago but I do remember a little of it. They said we shouldn’t leave and to stay there.”
Zehark heard a noise outside and went to investigate. He went up behind a large tree and saw two people talking. He recognized one of them. He was near the armory when he told Ronasones about the wyverns. The other man he did not recognize. He was covered in armor and had a sword in his hand.
“Are you sure about this? It would be unfortunate if this was a lie. Lord Detholisarr has better things to do then sending his men to hunt Curscads.”
“Yes, I swear. I pretended to be part of the rebel group around here and saw them. They were ferocious and almost killed me.” replied the villager shaking horribly.
“Good, thanks for the information. You! He pointed to another soldier. Take this worthless pile of scum to the camp. Make him work dusk to dawn without food or water.”
“W-w-w-w-what, but why?”
“Because you’re stupid enough to help sell your own village to his majesty. Now you two go look for any scums that are trying to make an escape and if any fight back kill them without mercy.” said Sarthes. The two soldiers he pointed to walked off looking for villagers.
Zehark ran off as he saw the quivering man being forced to walk north. He ran back in the direction of the building to see everything on fire. He heard fighting in the distance and ran to see what was happening. He grabbed his sword and rushed the building. Suphyra flamed a soldier and Trialidon clawed off a man’s head.
“What happened?” Zehark demanded.
“After you left we heard screams and the forest started erupting into flames. We were attacked by a few enemy soldiers and were not sure how many more there are.” replied Deric.
“Come on we have to get out of here. Hurry you will have to ride us and Suphyra, no complaining.” demanded Furrkialla seriously.
“You Curscads aren’t going anywhere.” said a large giant Glaharad. His scales were as black as night and his wings were the size of buildings.
“Good job Garzenza, you are more useful then I thought.”
“Lord Eris, should I kill them?” Garzenza replied.
“No, don’t kill them, except the Curscads and the dragon, kill those three, the humans will stay here under house arrest.” replied Eris. His sword’s blade was the length of his arm and the hilt was black with an amethyst placed in its middle.
The glaharad jumped at Suphyra who tried to escape but was knocked backwards. Furrkialla rushed it and bit into the monsters back. Deric went to attack it but Eris blocked the blow from the axe. A group of fifty soldiers rushed the three humans.
“Trialidon, Furrkialla, Sufyra flee, go, don’t worry about us.” shouted Ronasones.
They took off with the glaharad chasing after them even though it was much slower they didn’t slow down at all. Fire began to melt the stone of the building and soon a giant puddle of melted rock was lying on the ground slowly expanding.
Zehark slashed at a soldier but his sword was knocked back. He started to jab but an attack from behind sent him crashing to the ground. Deric, who was swinging slower because of the weight of the ax, was soon knocked out. Ronasones killed one soldier and incapacitated another. He swung low at one’s knees and quickly turned and slashed the other, ones chest.
A flame came from the sky and scorched three soldiers. The ones around them backed off, they have not been trained for fighting a dragon. They aimed their weapons up at her and Trialidon flew behind them and clawed two through the back. The remaining troops fled in terror of the two wyverns. Eris watched in wonder. He stared at Furrkialla and said “Wyvern... how could this happen?” Then he walked off to fight the villagers who were at the armory. Garzenza landed next to Furrkialla. Hatred ran through the glaharads face “You, thanks to you, only three of my race are left.”
“Garzenza you should look at the damage your race has caused us you helped the Razagin overthrow the countries of this land.”
“I would kill you, but I have more orders then to deal with Curscads.” he said then flew off toward the village.
“Why did they leave?” questioned Zehark.
“Most were afraid of us, the other two have different orders to deal with.” Furrkialla replied.
“Come, we must go, the villagers probably have lost the battle by now it will be to dangerous if we stay.” replied Ronasones.
“You’re not going anywhere.” murmured Detholisarr his heart was the same color as his midnight black hair and he cared nothing about the lives of others.
He pulled out a large silver sword that glistened in the light of the fire. The hilt was made of a type of leather never seen most likely made from the hide of a wyvern, and the blade was longer then Eris’. Its tip was sharper then a dragon’s claws and could penetrate just about anything. Detholisarr stared at them, his eyes were dark brown and he stared at the two wyverns waiting, hoping for them to attack. He attacked Sufyra first who was not paying attention and her side was cut. Ronasones blocked a second attack.
“Fly off, you’ll be safer. Don’t worry about me.” he shouted.
“What, are you crazy?” replied Trialidon.
“Trialidon don’t argue just... go.”
“I don’t know about you two but I’m not carrying a human on my back.” said Sufyra and flew off.
“Sufyra get back I’ll deal with her later.” said Furrkialla. He grabbed Deric’s ax in one claw and threw him onto his back with the other. Trialidon grabbed Zehark’s sword and he got on the Wyverns back. The two wyverns flew off.
“What... happened?” muttered Deric.
“You were knocked unconscious, now hold on tight with your knees and keep hold of one of my neck spikes.
“So you appear to be the best warrior in this disgrace of a village? Well, you won’t beat me now, surrender easily or die.” ordered Detholisarr who lost interest in the fleeing wyverns and focused on Ronasones.
Ronasones muttered a few words under his breath and Detholisarr waited for an attack. “Senotag” shouted Detholisarr a beam of ice shot out from his hand and missed Ronasones but hit the molten rock and froze it over.
Ronasones slashed at Detholisarr’s head but the blow was blocked and he smacked Ronasones in the leg. He swung at his neck and Detholisarr parried the blow and smacked Ronasones in the chest with the sword.
“Mosateun ge salvoin” said Detholisarr, Ronasones sword shattered into millions of pieces, shards of metal flew everywhere but none hit any of them. Ronasones took off running into the forest but Detholisarr decided not to pursue him.
“Eris, make sure that all of the villagers are imprisoned and have them start work early tomorrow. I will be headed back to the capital to get more men to peruse those Curscads.”
“Yes my lord.” Eris replied.

I DONT CARE!!!!!!!

good story it was asume but u did copy saphira.

well done. keep up the good work.

i love it but why have u stopped wrighting it?

*starts whisiling* Thanks, I'll probably change the name but it could take awhile to think of one i accually got the name from a boat but maby a little from Saphira.



I had writers block but now im wrighting more of it and will probably put some more of it later.

Now that i look at it iv'e changed a lot of things in the first few chapters, i'll post the updated first three chapters later.

I doubled posted by accident could a mod delet this post.

Thakns i have chosen Shifra and if you wouldn't mind could i use another one of those names for w werewolf character.

I charged a lot of things in the first few chapters so i'll post the new versions.

PROLOGUE
THE WYVERN MASSACRE

The wyverns held a pact with the werewolves for many generations. One day a fleet of a twenty five ships neared the shores of what is now called Curscad Island. That fleet of ships would change the fate of the once great wyvern empire.
On those ships were two thousand humans and three thousand Dwarfs. When they saw a wyvern on shore a man aimed his bow at it and someone barked “No! They are the inhabitants of the island, only shoot if you wish to be burned alive.”
The wyverns and werewolves knew the threat that the newcomers could cause to them and their society, so they tried to make a peace agreement with them. The dwarves refused calling the wyverns’ demons and the werewolves half breeds. Fortunately for them the humans agreed to the peace agreement although it was on very shaky grounds with the werewolves. After the treaty only a few small skirmishes took place between the werewolves and humans but resulting in only a few deaths.
The peace treaty lasted for two hundred years. Until one dark gloomy day which is now called the day of iniquity a dark evil group known as the Razing Flame, Dark Death, or as they called themselves the Razagin were formed. Their hatred for the wyverns ran high and wanted them dead at any expense.
They formed an army two hundred thousand strong and slue a wyvern hatchling and burned the village in which it came. They stole supplies from it and collapsed a great silver statue that was one of the most sacred shrines to the wyverns. When the wyverns found out about this savage crime they demanded that the humans pay them. Instead, the human leader said he would take down the Razagin, however, it never happen. They next day he was assassinated by a dwarf who heard about the Razagin’s attack. Together they seized the werewolves’ domain and burned five of their cities. Then they split their forces and the other half attacked the wyvern’s capital. They killed the wyverns who couldn’t or wouldn’t fight. When the wyverns heard of the attack they stormed the capital, however to no avail. They had arrows rained down upon them and magic tore them apart because some humans and dwarves could use magic, and wyverns had poor resistance against magic.
However the worst was from the dragon slayers. They knew many strengths and weaknesses of dragons and learned the arts on how to kill them. Their swords were made for cutting threw a dragon’s rough scales and had somewhat fire proof armor.
A wyvern ship was about to leave to request help from the mainland, but the Razagin raided it. They slaughtered the wyverns on the ship and dumped their remains into the sea. They took command of the ship and requested recruits from the mainland and in return they would be given money, lots of money. Only three thousand more recruits came though, but it didn’t matter, the wyverns were at the verge of defeat.
The dwarven army attacked many of the wyvern’s cities and cut down all wyverns they saw and many werewolves. About three months after the war started the werewolves abandoned the islands and went into the mainland to hide from the Razagin. So they chose the vast Serinese Forest to hide in. They wyverns were too attached to their land to flee and continued to fight a downward battle they were destined to lose.
About half way threw the war a fifteen year old boy by the name of Detholisarr came upon a wyvern egg. He was a year too young to enter battle at that time and wanted to help slay the wyverns any way he could. He remembered an ancient legend that stated ‘To gain the gift of longevity break the seal around a wyvern egg then drink the yoke of the egg.’
He used an ancient magic that his elder taught him. It was magic so dark, so evil it was sealed away for millions of years. “Cascadea maleo singdalivlaita!” he cried as a small light appeared from the egg and then the seal shattered. The egg was now exposed to anything. He pierced it with a small stick and a small hole cracked open. Then he put it to his lips and the yoke slipped down his throat. A blast of pain went through his entire body, he collapsed nearly dead. Normally it would have killed him but a wyvern who cared about nothing but himself didn’t want to die and thought if he helped the Razagin destroy his race they would let him live. He took Detholisarr to his cavern a few yards away and gave him a potion that took millions of years to make. A few hours later Detholisarr woke up. The wyvern explained what happened and Detholisarr thanked him and when the wyvern wasn’t looking Detholisarr slue him with a sword through the head. He returned to his village and explained what happened.
His father was the leader of the Razagin but Detholisarr wanted the title. When his father was sleeping he assassinated him and blamed on his own friend named Monazoa. When the rest of the Razagin found out about the murder they were going to behead him but, Detholisarr ordered them to stop. Instead of a beheading him, Detholisarr order them to torture his friend. Seeing how he was heir to the group they made him the second in command of the army. For he now aged slowly and soon he would become the leader of their empire.
After 3 years of war only twenty wyverns remained. They were forced to leave their beloved homeland and head to the mainland.
The human government was outraged at what happened and threatened to go to war with the dwarfs and Razagin. The dwarves knew the humans could call reinforcements from the mainland so they paid for their crime but waited for the right time for another attack. The Razagin were exiled from the island though they still hid in the surrounding islands. They soon defeated the human government on the island and they named it the Curscad Island or Flameless Island.
Once the Massacre was over the Razagin and dwarves waited two years then sailed to the mainland. They attacked Dolcora the closet country to the sea. The surprise attack proved fatal to the country and its warriors. The elves still live there and remember the home they once had. The outcome would have been different if they were not caught by surprise. After Dolcora’s demise the rest of the continent was turned into a frenzy of war.
The mainland dwarves betrayed their country men and joined the ones of the Razagin. The army marched right on threw Soluntra a small country that occupied the south east part of the continent. Then the armies of the Razagin marched through the eastern and western parts of Jatosmere. The easterners quickly surrendered and joined the Razagin. The western half fell a few days later. The battle then turned to the two super powers of the continent Metropolis and Salitosa. Salitosa was stronger then Metropolis but they fell first. The battle over Dar’eoc was about to be one by the Salitoseans but three monstrous creatures descended from the sky and one the battle for the Razagin. Soon after the demise of the super power Metropolis was almost defeated. They were forced to retreat beyond the Volcanic Plains but the Razagin pursued them. In the battle over Metropolis a warrior named Glatareus saved them from being taken over. His skill with the blade was not matched by any body and it was rumored his sword held a deadly magic.
After the war Metropolis was reduced to a shadow of its former glory and its citizens lived in fear of being conquered. Glatareus left the country to return to the village of his birth he hid his sword in the Volcanic Plains and left, know one heard of him again after he left the land he had once defended.
The dragons hid in the remains of their territory in the Crystal Mountain Range. Few did venture out of their land the ones that did only did to buy or sell supplies from Metropolis or the elves.
Soon strange tales circulated in the empire of Razada about the mysterious werewolves who only appeared at night. Soon they were known as savage beings because they bit people only though it was a ritual for them and it was only people from their race they bit except in times of battle. The location of the last wyverns is unknown except that they are being hunted by the Razada Empire formed by the exiled Razagin members.
The humans that remained on those islands were also shrouded in mystery because after the Wyvern Massacre the mainland thought the humans there were eliminated.
Although the Razagin continued their hunt for the wyverns they killed all but seven wyverns and many of the Razagin mistook other dragons for wyverns though they could care less. The empire of Razada stretched from the east coast of the Frazeon Sea to the Volcanic Plains that lay far to the west. The remnant of Metropolis was even further west than the Volcanic Plains.

CHAPTER 1
THE SIGHTING

1,000 years have passed since the Wyvern Massacre. From the original twenty that survived it, now only seven live. Most died of disease or being killed by the Razagin. They live in the remote regions of Razada. The Razagin, unable to find them, pronounced them extinct.
The werewolves remained secretive from the humans but the elves found the werewolves and contemplated attacking them until a werewolf said, “Do not attack, we come in peace. We only wish to keep to ourselves.”
The elves agreed and made a treaty with them promising never to tell humans of their existence. The elves and the werewolves had a strong bond, and the elves told the werewolves about the events of the outside world. Nobody else knew were the werewolves lived and no one knew the whereabouts of the last wyverns.
“Wait, I think I saw something.” said Zehark.
“How? It’s nearly impossible to see anything here. The trees are too close together.” replied Deric.
“Be quiet! Follow me, I swear I saw something large and it went this way.” Zehark ordered as he ran off with Deric right behind him.
Zehark had brown hair and eyes and Deric blondish hair and blue eyes, each was sixteen and old enough to carry weapons and were considered men in the village. Both of them were skilled hunters though they preferred not to use bows which made the challenge harder. One would sneak around a deer herd and the other would run up to the deer leading them into a trap and the other one would kill one of the deer.
They ran for about seven minutes before coming to a stop. They saw a large dip in the forest and at the bottom of it was a large stone building. The building had moss growing out of it and some of the stones were chipped. The grass was full of weeds and no trees at all were in the dip.
“What in the world would be living out here?” asked Deric.
“I don’t know, but let’s go see.” Zehark replied, gripping his sword.
Zehark loved to explore different places and constantly got in trouble around the village. He was very brave when it came to the unknown and would sometimes venture into the woods at night without a weapon. Deric was just as courageous if not a little more than Zehark. Though he got in trouble less than Zehark the villagers didn’t like him as much although they didn’t like Zehark either.
They ran down the hill where they saw a large and very old looking wyvern sleeping in the front yard of the building. Its body was covered with black scales and had white spikes protruding out both sides of its head. It had a saber tooth at each side of its mouth and one was chipped. It had spikes around its neck like a frill and next to it laid a huge sword. It had a terrible gash on its left wing and an old, sad look on its face.
“A wyvern! What are the chances?! Now we can go sell it to the king and get loads of gold from him!” exclaimed Deric.
“Wait I thought the king said they were extinct.”
“No, he just said they’re probably extinct. Come on lets go tell the village about them.” Deric said delightedly.
“Oh no..., you two aren’t going anywhere.” said another wyvern that came around the building. He was considerably younger than the other wyvern. It also had black scales that were somewhat lighter than the older wyverns.
“Says who? You stupid Curscad.” said Zehark, grabbing his sword while Deric grabbed his axe.
“What did you call me?” said the angry wyvern, who was ready to attack until the older wyvern woke up.
“Trialidon, stop it now and tell me what happened.” demanded the old wyvern.
“They were talking about turning us into the Razagin. This one,” he glared at Zehark “called me a Curscad.”
Deric, who now feared an attack, put his axe in a defensive position. Although he knew how to fight with it, he wasn’t too good with the axe. Trialidon dove at him and Zehark charged the wyvern with his sword.
“Trialidon stop, there is no need to attack. It will only bring you down to their level,” said a sapphire blue dragon. It, unlike the two wyverns, stood on all fours. She had spikes running down her neck and back and her wing span was massive. Like the two wyverns she had saber teeth but they were larger.
“But why? Shifra, they threatened to sell us.”
“Seriously Trialidon, stop attacking every human that comes our way. Don’t say ‘what about the massacre’ because Furrkialla was from it and he only attacks humans that actually pose a threat to us.”
“Yes Trialidon, you can’t be so stubborn. I was planning on capturing them until you came here and messed everything up,” said Furrkialla.
“I’m sorry,” said Trialidon, who was humiliated.
The three of them took the weapons from them and forced them into the building. They were forcefully tied up to a pole so they couldn’t run.
Since Shifra came out it was the first time one of the two humans spoke. “Shifra, if that’s your name.... why are you here with these wyverns? They’ll probably try to kill you. So why would you want to be with them?” demanded Zehark.
She turned her head around and glared at Zehark. A surge of hatred ran down her face. “They are more trustworthy than humans. I would much rather be with them than with the humans who would rather have the wyverns’ dead.”
“Right, and then why didn’t you go live with other dragons instead of these stupid wyverns,” Zehark teased.
Shifra was very angry and upset from his rude comment. “Now be quiet you stupid human. I would rather be here than in the human cities,” she yelled at him as she left to go upstairs.
Trialidon and Furrkialla were one of the last wyverns in existence. They lived near the northern edge of the Serinese Forest where they thought no humans lived. Although Trialidon was much younger then Furrkialla, he was born a warrior.
Furrkialla was the last wyvern alive from that had lived through the Wyvern Massacre. He remembered all the pain and loss of loved ones that had died. A chunk of his left wing was missing because an arrow tore through it. He held no strong hatred for humans but didn’t trust them very much. He helped defend the mainland during the Razagin’s takeover. His throat was punctured during the massacre and a spell was set on him. He no longer could breathe fire. Unlike normal dragons, wyverns need to chew lead to breath fire. It takes less than an ounce of lead to generate five months worth of stored fire.
Trialidon, who was born after the massacre, has a bigger grudge then Furrkialla but does not hate the humans. He only hates the ones that are part of the Razagin. He has been to Metropolis and saw how humans could be good. Furrkialla was his great uncle and took care of him after his parents died at the hands of the Razagin. He vows revenge on the humans who killed he family although he guesses they are already dead.
Shifra had a mysterious past, Furrkialla found her alone and abandoned in the forest. No one knew who her parents were. She and Trialidon have a very close connection even though he got on her nerves sometimes. She, unlike the other two, was a dragon and she hates humans the most. She considers them monsters and foul demons and thinks they are all evil. Why she does the other two don’t know she had seen know humans except for the ones who killed Trialidon’s parents but she was young at the time and she had met other humans as well.
A few hours went past when Trialidon, Shifra, and Furrkialla came down to the basement to talk to Deric and Zehark.
“If you’re going to kill us hurry up and do it now!” ordered Deric.
“Don’t worry humans; we’re not going to kill you. First of all, what are your names?” asked Furrkialla.
“I’m Zehark and this is Deric.” said Zehark.
“Why are you two here? Humans are not supposed to enter this sacred area.”
“We can enter wherever we please. Your rituals are meaningless to us.” said Zehark.
“Peace, we mean you no harm, besides you should know your countries past and what they did to our race.” said Furrkialla a look of amazement on his face though Zehark did not know why.
“Now look, we don’t care what Lord Detholisarr did to your race, it was all for the good.” said Deric.
“Do you honestly believe that?” shouted Shifra, “You humans made a treaty with the wyverns and your so called empire broke that promise and slaughtered them. Then they came to the main land and took over almost every country here.”
“You’re a dragon, not a wyvern. How would you know that?” replied Deric.
“Because unlike humans we study the past.” Shifra roared at him.
“Shifra, stop, you are the one acting foolish. Don’t stoop to the low levels of the humans.” said Trialidon.
“Oh yeah I’m at their level who was the one threatening to attack them.”
“I only did because I thought they were going to turn us in. And if you must know I actually don’t mind humans.”
“How could you not mind humans after what they had done to your race?”
“It’s their ancestors fault not theirs why should they be punished for something their ancestors had done.”
“There is still know reason for what their doing now.” retorted Shifra.
“Quit arguing you two, it isn’t their fault they don’t know what happened. Detholisarr won’t let anyone know the real reason why he cut us down.” said Furrkialla.
“That’s because it is true and no one cares about you stupid wyverns.” yelled Deric.
“Silence,” ordered Furrkialla who was loosing his temper. “It is true, I survived the massacre and I know what happened in it!”
“Oh be quiet, it is....”
“Zehark, be quiet” interrupted Deric, “we’re making them mad and we don’t want them to kill us.”
“We won’t kill you but, we won’t let you leave.” said Trialidon.
The three of them left the room leaving Deric and Zehark in the room alone. It was large and made of pure stone. Two poles were in the middle of the room which they were tied to. There was a slight draft in it and the room was pitch black. Zehark heard movement on the floor and guessed the building was infested by mice.
“What should we do to get out? They took are weapons and chained us to these poles.” said Deric.
“Don’t worry; we won’t leave you there forever. Unlike humans, we can be trusted, we’re just keeping you in here so you won’t tell anyone.” said Shifra, who went back down there.
“So the only reason you came here was to complain?” said Zehark.
“No human, I only came to remove your chains. Furrkialla said we’re safe if you don’t have your weapons and I have the unfortunate task of getting you unchained.”
“Well hurry up.” he replied impatiently.
She got them unchained and they followed her upstairs. The upstairs were brighter but still all stone. A small table and three giant patches of moss were on the ground which was where the wyverns and dragon slept. Seven windows were scattered throughout the building. All the windows were just a chunk of stone that was missing from the wall. Zehark thought that glass at one point was once their.
“So, what are you Curscads going to do with us?” asked Deric once they were upstairs looking around hoping to find his axe.
“Quiet human, no need to insult us; you could just be getting yourself killed.” said Trialidon.
“We will let you walk around the building, but you cannot leave, if you do we’ll attack you. The door will remain locked unless one of us is going outside. The windows are too high up for you to climb to. Also, we have destroyed your weapons so don’t bother looking for them.” said Furrkialla taking notice of Deric looking for his weapon.
“Why should we trust you?” demanded Zehark.
“Because you have no other choice, either you stay here or we will kill you and I would rather not kill you. We just can’t let you reveal our secret.” hissed Trialidon.
The wyverns left and only Shifra and the two humans remained. She went to the room next to it and lay down. They both followed her into it.
“What do you want?!” she snapped.
“To ask you something... Why exactly are you here?” asked Deric.
“None of your business now leave!” she snapped at him. The next day was dark and gloomy. It was storming out so they stayed inside. Lightning struck a tree which went ablaze but soon went out thanks to the downpour. The wind howled through the branches of the trees and streamed into the windows.
“What should we do? They won’t let us leave and I’m getting bored of just waiting here.” said Zehark throwing a clump of moss up in one hand and catching it with the other.
“I suppose we could try to escape but it probably wouldn’t work.” replied Deric.
“Yeah try to escape we would get our self killed. And if Shifra saw us she would probably go into a fit. Then again dragons aren’t as strong as wyverns.”
They went to the upstairs and had to be careful of where they stepped because there were chunks of rocks missing from the floor and stairs. Cob webs were hanging everywhere and an old bee’s nest was lying on the ground.
“That’s not a good idea. If we do go there we might be spotted by the village.” They heard Trialidon’s voice from behind a door.
“It’s the best thing we can do. The group of humans we saw a few months ago could have reached the capital by now so we should leave soon. Now, about the humans that are here, the day we leave we should probably let them go in case they tell anyone of our existence. We won’t kill them and yes Shifra that means you too.” replied Furrkialla.
“Alright, fine, do it then. Just so they don’t tell anyone were here. I don’t want to get killed.” said Shifra.
“So they’re leaving soon,” said Deric when they went back downstairs, “we should try to escape so we can get money.”
“It’s too risky and besides, what good will that do us. We would probably get caught and killed.” Zehark replied.
They stopped talking when they heard the others coming down the steps. The wind was howling and lightning struck close to the building. Zehark looked around water was dripping from cracks in the stone and the body of a dead mouse was floating in a small puddle.

CHAPTER 2
THE ARROW AND THE SWORD

The next day when Zehark woke up his body was cramped everywhere from having to sleep on the hard, cold, damp, stone floor. The rain had stopped from the night before and the sun shined brightly through the window. Drips came down from the seven windows and some water was still on the floor. He looked around for Deric he was not their and wondered if he went outside with Shifra, Trialidon, or Furrkialla.
He walked into another room and saw Trialidon eating what appeared to be the remains of a large dear. It smelled good but Zehark wasn’t sure if it was because it was cooked well or he hadn’t eaten in days. This room seamed to be in the worst condition with a layer of fuzzy moss carpeting the stone floor. All of the stone was cracked and cob webs were all over the ceiling. Trialidon was eating on what appeared to be a large stone slab in the room’s middle there was know moss on its upper side.
“Are you hungry?” asked Trialidon.
“No.” he replied, he wasn’t going to accept food from a wyvern. It was probably rotten two and somehow made to smell good.
“All right then.” he said eating the last of the dear. “Oh and if your wondering where the other human is he went outside with Furrkialla and Shifra I was told to stay in here with you so you didn’t get out.”
Zehark shrugged he didn’t feel like talking right now especially to a wyvern. He left the room without seeing the room and went upstairs to look around. A large wooden door hung loosely off of it last rusty hinge. The inside of the room seamed to be moss not stone. Vines were crawling up the window and there appeared to be a moss made counter. The other room was better but not great. A trap door was in the middle of the room and Zehark opened it.
What he found inside the trapdoor was not that great but, he looked at it anyways. There was an old book with most of its pages torn. The cover was a rich red and the pages were yellowish. The title was too old to be read but the pages seamed to be in good condition besides the fact they were torn. He learned how to read from his uncle before he became sick.
Its author was unknown but he was definitely a human. Zehark opened the book to page 50 and read
‘
If I don’t make it I want who ever finds this book (hopefully not a servant of Detholisarr) to take this book to Metropolis and tell them of my fate. My sword is hidden in sunellevesason diaoxy the stone by’

“What are you doing up here?” demanded Trialidon.
“Ah well I” stuttered Zehark closing the book and shutting the trapdoor. “Just reading this book.” He finished knowing that Trialidon had seen it.
“Where did you find this?” asked the wyvern though he knew quite well.
“On the ground by the trapdoor.”
“Why did you open the door?”
“Because you never said we could look around, and I wasn’t searching for my sword.”
“Trialidon what is going on.” demanded Furrkialla.
“He opened the trapdoor and took out this book.” he replied.
“Why were you looking in here.” asked the old wyvern.
“I didn’t know I wasn’t supposed to look around and just stay in one place.” said Zehark rude fully.
Furrkialla grabbed the book from Zehark and said “I don’t want you or the other human up here and if any of you come up we will kill you.”
Zehark trudged back downstairs. He wanted to see what was else was hidden under the door besides that book. He knew something else must be because why would they get so mad if it was only a mangy old book. He found Deric lying on one of the giant patches of moss.
“They probably have human skeletons down their and don’t want us to find them. Either that or a mountain of stolen artifacts.” Deric replied of Zehark told that to him.
“What do you think the book meant?” asked Zehark.
“I don’t know it, but sounds like whoever wrote it were in a desperate situation. The person could have been being chased by a wyvern.”
“Will you two lay off it.” said the voice of Shifra.
“Why it’s true. Just because you’re a Curscad lover doesn’t mean everything they do is right.” said Zehark.
“Be quite you pathetic human, you’re the ones who should think different and not me. Just because you’re as dumb as on ox doesn’t mean you have to act like one.” she roared at him.
“Me, look whose talking.”
“Both of you be quiet. Shifra go away we don’t want to talk to you right now.” said Deric.
Shifra glared at him then walked off. “You don’t have to act like that you know. We’re not going to kill you we just don’t want you to tell anyone about us.” said Trialidon.
“I just wanted her to quit complaining is that a bad thing to ask for.” asked Deric
“No I can understand but, she’s not always like that and if you act like that she’ll just get worse.” Trialidon replied but not unkindly.
Deric shrugged and walked off. Zehark didn’t move but staid there staring at them. He was feeling angry at Shifra for always taunting them but also angry at Deric for going to her level and walking off on them.
“What’s wrong with him?” asked Trialidon even though he thought he knew.
“I think he just wants to get out of here I can understand why but I don’t know why he blew up like that. It’s normally me who does.” admitted Zehark”
“You think two days are bad you should try three hundred and twenty seven years here and see what you think about that. And nnot being able two leave except for hunting and always seeing the same thing and knowing that a city isn’t that far away.” murmured Trialidon.
“Three hundred and twenty seven! I didn’t think you were that old... I mean you can live that long.” said Zehark shocked.
“Yes, an average wyvern can live for one thousand years. Compared to a human I am about twenty. Shifra who is around four hundred years old is only nineteen compared to a human.” said Trialidon.
“Why does Shifra hate humans so much?”
“I’m not sure my great uncle or Furrkialla, found her in the forest before I was born.”
“Upstairs in the trapdoor with the book what did it mean?” Zehark asked cautiously.
“I can’t tell you even if I did know I wouldn’t be able to tell you. I can tell you one thing, that wasn’t the reason Furrkialla and I got made at you for opining the door. There are things down there we don’t even know of.”
“Trialidon,” said Furrkialla “today is your day to go hunting ok.”
“Alright, but shouldn’t I wait until night time?” he asked.
“No, its safe now there is a herd of dear not too far away from here.”
Trialidon nodded and flew off. Zehark saw Deric come up from the basement looking happy. He came up to them holding a small package.
“When are you going to let us go.” Zehark demanded.
“Either when I find that we can trust you or when we need to leave. Neither way it’s going to be along time until you leave.” Furrkialla replied.
“Trust us; it should be us who need to trust you. I’m surprised you haven’t killed us yet.” said Deric.
“If we were going to kill you we would have done it already. Besides what good would killing you do anyway it would probably get the villagers out looking for you if they aren’t already.”
“Deric what is that you’re holding?” asked Zehark.
“Just something I found downstairs.” He replied.
Furrkialla looked at Deric’s hand and saw the package. He seemed to know what it was but didn’t say anything about it. The package was covered in a thin leathery paper. It was the size of a large coconut. The paper seemed not to have met the same fate as the rest of the building.
“What’s in it?”
“I’m not sure I couldn’t open it.”
“That’s because it’s locked by magic.” replied Furrkialla.
“Magic how would you know about it only Lord Detholisarr knows about how would a Curscad like you know about it.” said Zehark.
“Won’t you two ever learn manners.” muttered Furrkialla. “Anyway, technically it not true magic but, I not going to tell you much about because I don’t trust you. I will tell you one thing though, the magic that is around that package is ancient magic my ancestors placed on some objects such as wyvern eggs when wer... humans and dwarves set foot on the islands.”
“We were the first ones on the island it was the wyverns who invaded us.” said Zehark. He knew what he said was wrong but he just didn’t want to admit it.
“Wyverns didn’t invade the humans it was the other way around. You’re probably so arrogant you just decided to make wyverns sound like their evil.” said Shifra who entered the room.
“Who asked your opinion Shifra? It was your race that got conquered by Lord Detholisarr first so you wouldn’t know anything. Besides dragons are probably one of the weakest races. Besides how would you know your even denser than a wyver.” Deric said coldly. Even though Zehark didn’t like Shifra he still thought Deric went too far so he couldn’t totally blame Shifra for attacking him.
Shifra lunged at him and probably would have torn him apart if Furrkialla didn’t grab her tail and throw her into the wall. He looked furious at both Deric and Shifra but, mainly Shifra.
“Shifra, what do you think you were doing. You can’t just attack people for insulting you. You need to learn how to control your anger.” Furrkialla said furiously.
“Well, he, well, he insulted me and all dragons I couldn’t let him do it. Besides he is a human they all” she stopped talking and was closed to tears.
“Just because their human doesn’t give you the rite to attack them. How long will it take for you to learn not all humans are evil.” he said but he wasn’t as mad anymore.
Shifra glared at both of the humans. Zehark wished he had his sword, not to attack but to defend incase Shifra decided to attack him. He wondered why she hated humans more then the two wyverns. He looked over at her, her blue scales shined brightly in the sun lit room. Than under he wing- he could just see it because he was looking right at her- was the end of a scare.
“Shifra, how did you get that scar?” he asked.
“None of your business!” she snapped.
The door opened and Trialidon came in caring a large carcass of a deer. It was a large fourteen point buck. Trialidon went into the room with the table and put the deer on it. He came back into the room with the others; his claws still a little bloody.
“All right Shifra,” he said “you need to cook it.” Shifra left and she looked thankful to get away from Zehark and Deric.
“What’s wrong with her?” asked Trialidon laying down on one of the clumps of moss.
Zehark ignored him; he did not feel like talking to Trialidon. After about ten minutes Shifra was done cooking the meat. Zehark and Deric decided to eat this time. He still didn’t like taking food that a wyvern had been near but he couldn’t help it he was so hungry. The deer meat wasn’t too bad but most of it was burned. Shifra didn’t say but Zehark knew she burnt his and Deric’s meat purpose.
“I saw a human out when I was hunting.” said Trialidon “I don’t not what he was doing out there but, I don’t think he saw me.”
“You saw a human how many were there?” demanded Furrkialla.
“Only one but, I don’t think he saw me.”
“This is not good but just in case he did see us stay inside for a few days and Shifra no yelling at Zehark and Deric If they didn’t notice anything they should be gone in a few days.”
“They probably have seen us and are forming an army to kill us I think we should leave right now and leave these two here.” said Shifra.
“Yeah they are really forming an army wouldn’t form an army for a single army.” said Zehark.
“What are you going to start saying wyverns are weak too.”
“Seriously Shifra use your brain, if they had seen me they would of either come right here or of gotten some more villagers to attack us. So I think I wasn’t seen.” replied Trialidon.
“Maybe their trying to trick us into thinking we weren’t seen.” argued Shifra.
“If they did that...”
“Let’s go I’m tired of this.” said Zehark.
Deric nodded and they both left. The other three didn’t seem to notice. They waited until the humans were out of ear shot until they began to talk.
“Are you sure about this Uncle? It doesn’t seam to be working.” asked Trialidon.
“Yes I’d expect it to take awhile I would be amazed if it happened so fast. Besides it won’t be for weeks until they come here.” replied Furrkialla.
“What if the group of humans that passed by a few months ago saw us. Do you think they would have reached the capital by now?”
“It wouldn’t matter is they did, we could defeat them.” interrupted Shifra.
“No we couldn’t, Shifra so you even know how strong their army is.” said Trialidon.
“Yes, but I meant the group that we saw.” she replied.
Trialidon let out a laugh and Shifra glared at him. “You just want us to think that you’re right about humans.” he said.
Shifra stared down at her deer meat and resumed eating it. After about five minutes they left the room. Trialidon and Shifra were still nickering at each other.
“Tonight let’s go upstairs and see what’s in the door.” Deric whispered to Zehark.
Zehark stared at him for a moment then realized what Deric was talking about. “I’m not sure you know what they said if they found us up there. Still it may be worth the risk.” replied Zehark.
“We can just go when their asleep they won’t know and we’re not going to be there for that long” said Deric.
“Fine but know more than twenty minutes.” gave in Zehark.
They pretended to go asleep after a few hours and waited until Furrkialla, Trialidon, and Shifra to go to sleep. The two humans got up without a sound and headed for the stairs. Luckily for them the stairs were stone so they wouldn’t creek when steeped on.
They made their way carefully through the dark hallway and opened the first door; it was the mossy one Zehark found first. They continued for a few until they reached the second door. Zehark gave it a tug but, it was jammed. Both Zehark and Deric yanked on it and it flew open. A huge crash sounded and they froze. They didn’t here anything below but waited a few minutes before entering. Once entered they saw what had crashed it was a counter that lay against the door only on two of its feet. Broken glass pieces –that were originally on the counter- were strewn over the floor. Zehark saw one of the pieces looked like a vial and thought a clear liquid was on the ground. Zehark was amazed that know one heard it crash but, he thought he could here people arguing downstairs.
Zehark and Deric made their way carefully around the shattered glass and up to the trap door. Zehark opened it and found the book was still there. He took it out and saw a curve in the ground that could be grabbed on to. He pulled it and the slab of stone slipped out of place and plummeted to the bottom. They both looked down there and saw a rusty iron ladder stuck to the wall.
“Do you think it’s safe?” wondered Deric.
“It looks like it was made into the wall so... I think it is safe.” said Zehark who started to climb down.
It was about fifty feet until he reached the bottom. There was no light at all so they made their way carefully keeping close to the edges of the wall. Although Zehark couldn’t see the wall it felt very cold and slippery. He guessed it was wet moss or dew that got trapped down here.
After walking for two minutes they came into a glowing door. Why is it glowing thought Zehark? He grabbed the door handle which felt oddly warn and dry and entered. To his amazement he found a fire burning on what was moldy stone. It was the size of a table but neither grew larger or smaller. He steeped closer to it but after his first step he jumped back because of the heat. He saw a moth fly toward the fire and it flew one inch closer then Zehark had walked and it vaporized.
“What is this fire here for?” muttered Zehark.
“It’s probably here to keep people from entering the next room.” replied Deric.
Zehark tried to walk around it but with every step he took it felt like he was on fire. Even as he tried to step backwards it felt like he was burning. Frustrated he tossed the book into the fire. It didn’t vaporize like the moth did it only turned black and the fire seamed to shrink. Soon the fire was a mere piece of charcoal.
Zehark and Deric exchanged glances and continued walking. Zehark picked up the book and was surprised to see it wasn’t hot nor did it seam ruined due to the cover being black from being in the fire. When they left that room the book glowed and they could see for only five feet around. The walls were granite and large holes were in the stone because of the ages of water that dripped onto it.
The next room they entered they were frozen in amazement. Everything was gold from the floor to the chairs even to the bits of trash lying on the floor. When they entered their muddy footprints became gold. They stared in amazement if anyone from Jagosinar saw this they would steal it. Jagosinar was a very poor of a city but, Detholisarr loved making their taxes higher and higher.
“I wonder how much money we could get if we sold this.” said Zehark but he didn’t think of stealing it.
“Loads but, I don’t think we should take this.” replied Deric.
“How did it get here and why is everything gold?” wondered Zehark.
“Probably some type of magic.”
They wondered around the room examining everything. They knew that if the villagers knew about it most of them would take it. Then after rummaging through a pile of golden mouse droppings-he through they were small rocks because they didn’t smell and they weren’t squishy- he found a small wooden box. Wondering why it wasn’t golden he opened it.
Inside he found a letter. Its writing was nearly impossible to read and the paper was starting to fall apart. He set it back in the box and lifted it up. The box broke and the paper fell apart into smithereens. He looked down disappointed that the paper disappeared. He dropped the box on the ground and heard a crash. He looked over at the sound and saw a crack in the wall.
“What was that?” demanded Deric.
They walked toward the crack and Zehark reached up into it with his arm he felt something perfectly smooth and felt something next to it. He pulled them out and they fell to the ground. What he found on the ground was a large oak long bow and a quiver of very sharp arrows. Each arrow had an eagle feather on it and the heads were made of sharp granite. He picked up the bow and quiver of arrows.
“I wonder why this was down here?” said Zehark.
“Because it once belonged to a great warrior during the times of the Razada Wars.” said the voice of Furrkialla.

CHAPTER 3
TALES OF THE PAST

Zehark turned around. Furrkialla was right behind him but, he didn’t look mad like Zehark had expected instead he looked amused. Trialidon and Shifra were right behind him. Trialidon looked like he was sleepwalking and Shifra looked at the two humans with even more disdain then usually but, Zehark wasn’t sure if I was even more hatred or that she was just tired.
“H-h-h how d- d- did you kn- kn know we w-w-w- were h- h- here.” stuttered Zehark.
“When the glass shattered I heard you but, I decided to wait to see if you opened the door. When you did I knew that you probably dropped the stone tab. Trialidon and Shifra were awoken and decided to come to. I am quite surprised you entered I thought your fear of wyverns would be enough to stop you from coming down here.” said Furrkialla.
Gripping the curved part of the bow Zehark said “Well we did think of that but curiosity won over.Who did this bow belong to.”
Furrkialla remained silent for a moment. He stared at the wall as if trying to remember something. “Sorry a memory came back to me. Anyway that bow belonged to one of the greatest warriors of the Razagin Wars.”
“Are you going to kill us or not?” blurted out Deric.
“No we won’t kill you. We just said that so you wouldn’t come down here. That room you just entered or as Shifra and I used to play in when we were younger call it The Gold Room will turn almost anything that enters it into gold but if anything leaves it will return to normal.” said Trialidon.
“How?” mummer Deric.
“I don’t know,” admitted Furrkialla “It’s been like this ever since I came here with other Wyvern refugees. My guess is that it was made to trap the greedy. It was for people who were so greedy their thoughts were lost when they saw the gold they would run out of the room and when it turned back to normal they would go back into the room. If that was what it was for it would drive any man to the brink of madness.”
“Is it... is it true, that... what really happened to the wyverns.” said Zehark.
“You still think it’s not true after all of this how dense are you?” shouted Shifra rudely.
“Shifra stop it you don’t have to insult them with everything they say.” roared Furrkialla.
“Well come on they should know that even with their evil mad king for a leader.”
“I already said this but, Detholisarr won’t let them know the real reason at what happened during the massacre.” said Trialidon.
“Why should we believe you that its true, Lord Detholisarr lets us do as we please and why shouldn’t we believe him.” demanded Zehark.
“Come, were going back to the top floor we need to explain some things to you. And don’t worry about the fire, it won’t regenerate for a few hours.” said Furrkialla.
Although Zehark was extremely tired and didn’t feel like sleeping he had millions of questions he wanted answered. The made there way back up to the trap door. Zehark wondered how Trialidon, Shifra, and Furrkialla could climb the ladder because their wings were two large and Shifra wasn’t bipedal. He soon found out. Not far away from the ladder was a large opining in the ceiling he saw the three of them fly through it and Zehark and Deric climbed up the ladder. When he was back into the room he saw another opining and the others were next to it putting a large stone into it.
“Should we go down and get the stone for this one?” asked Zehark.
Furrkialla shocked his head. The sky was much lighter and Zehark knew they must have been down there for much longer then he expected. The only one who didn’t look that tired was Furrkialla but Zehark wasn’t sure if it was true. He was ancient even among wyverns. It was hard to tell if he looked that way because of age, sorrow, tiredness, or even a mixture of the three.
“First of all I can guess you want to know why that bow was down there.” said Furrkialla suddenly.
“Yes but, also why you are here and why you haven’t attacked the village. What does that book mean and why don’t you want us to leave.” said Zehark.
“Those are questions that I would expect you to ask but, some of them I can’t tell you right now. Now your first question was why we were here. Well after the massacre and the Razagin’s takeover only twenty wyverns remained. I wasn’t that old at the time only twenty five years old but I fought in many of the battles.”
“Did you fight in any of the battles?” asked Deric.
“Yes I fought in many of them. Why we haven’t attacked the village, we found know need to. Unlike what Detholisarr has told you we do not attack everyone we see. As for why we don’t want you to leave is that we do not trust you. Your other question I cannot answer. Now it is late, let us get some rest.” finished Furrkialla.
Zehark reluctantly went to bed. His head was still buzzing with questions. It took him hours to get to sleep. The bow and quiver of arrows were lying right next to him. Everyone except Shifra seamed to trust him with the bow next to him. When he woke up, it was the middle of the day. He looked around the room and saw know one was in it. Zehark grabbed the bow and went to look for the others. None of them even Deric were in the building.
He went into the Kitchen and saw a plate of meat on the table for him. It was cold but he ate it anyway. He was still slightly worried about eating it but he did it anyway. He set the bow on the floor and went to the door. It was unlocked so he opened it. At first he didn’t see any one. He walked to the other side of the building and ran into Trialidon. He looked at Zehark and was surprised to see him outside.
“You know you’re not allowed to be out here.” he said.
“I was just wondering where everyone went.” replied Zehark.
“There off hunting and Deric decided to go with them.”
A few minutes passed in silence and to break the silence Zehark asked. “You came here after the massacre to get away from the Razagin, then why don’t you go north to the dragon land?”
“We can’t, there are too many human cities in the way and we don’t want to take the chances of being seen. This place is hard to spot and is about fifteen miles away from Jagosinar. And no, I didn’t come here after the massacre, I was born here. This surrounding area has been the only part of the world I’ve seen.”
“Where are your parents? Furrkialla said that there were other wyverns here so what happened to him.”
Trialidon had a look of sadness on his face after Zehark asked that. “Ten years after I was born a small party of Detholisarr’s followers came here fortunately for us they stumbled across us by accident. A group of fifty men attacked us in the middle of the night, my parents were killed along with everyone else there except, Shifra, Furrkialla, and I.”
“Why didn’t Detholisarr send any more soldiers after you killed those ones?” asked Zehark
Trialidon let out a small chuckle, “He might have but I doubt it. He doesn’t care about his own troops. The only thing he cares about is power and immortality.”
“What do you mean by immortality?”
“I’m not to sure you’ll have to ask my uncle about that.” said Trialidon but Zehark knew that he knew more.
“That sword Furrkialla had when Deric and I first came here where is it and why don’t you have one?” asked Zehark.
“I have one but I prefer not to use it. If you are wondering what it is it’s a wyvern sword. And for obvious reasons I won’t tell you where they are.”
The next thing Zehark noticed was a terrible odder. He looked toward the smell and saw Shifra, Furrkialla, and Deric coming toward them. Clutched in Shifra’s claws was a body of a deer. They went inside and cooked the meat. Furrkialla didn’t seam to care Zehark was outside. Shifra once again burned Zehark and Deric’s meat.
“We saw another human out hunting.” said Shifra.
“Did you get seen?” asked Trialidon.
“Yes but I don’t know if they knew what I was. If were lucky they mistook me as a dragon.” replied Furrkialla.
“How many were there?” said Zehark.
“At least fifty could be more. I’m not sure why they would be congregating in groups this big out here and there not villagers.”
“Some on probably told them about us and there coming to attack us.” said Shifra.
“Shifra if they did they would have come straight here and they were at least thirty miles away from us.” Furrkialla said obviously bored of Shifra ranting.
“Maybe it wasn’t the village it could be soldiers of Detholisarr.” suggested Deric.
“Know it couldn’t be how could they have gotten here so fast.” Zehark replied.
“Know Zehark it is possible.” said Furrkialla.
“How? You’re the last wyverns in existence and Dragons live to the north and they wouldn’t serve Detholisarr.”
“I’m surprised I would have expected him to tell his followers about his most trusted allies. There is a creature larger then a dragon and faster then a wyvern. Although it looks similar to a dragon this creature is pure evil. What I’m talking about is a glaharad.”
“What? A glaharad we’ve heard rumors about them before but there not real are they?” demanded Deric.
“Yes human they are real just because you haven’t seen them doesn’t mean they don’t exist.” shouted Shifra.
“Yeah if what you saw was real then you wouldn’t of existed because I just saw you a few days ago.” retorted Zehark.
“Do you want to fight me human.” demanded Shifra stepping away from the table.
“Yes I do.” replied Zehark. He grabbed the bow and knocked an arrow he didn’t want to fight but at least scare Shifra.
“Both of you be quiet!” roared Furrkialla. Both Zehark and Shifra went back to the table. Shifra grumbled and sat down at the table and continued to eat.
“Anyway” continued Furrkialla “like I mentioned they are like dragons and look similar to them. However, there are a few differences. Glaharads have one horn at the sides of their head shaped like a bulls. Their hide is either black or brown but, it is not made of scale, skin, or fur. Fortuity a glaharad cannot breathe fire even with lead like a wyvern.”
“That doesn’t seam to bad if they can’t breathe fire couldn’t they be killed by dragons or wyverns?” asked Zehark.
“If they could it would be by luck. Long ago before the time of the Razagin glaharads used to hunt dragons. A single one could slay five hundred dragons.”
“How many are there if there are a lot of them couldn’t they kill off all the dragons?”
“They could have but they wouldn’t. They’re smarter then any wild animal and just as smart as a dragon. They knew not to over hunt their prey or it would soon go extinct. They hunted in groups of five to six and they killed with a bight to the head.”
“How many serve Detholisarr, and couldn’t they kill him if they wanted to?” asked Deric.
“As of now there are three alive all males. They live for about a million years and these three are only a couple thousand. Deric I also wondered why they don’t kill him. He may be strong but I doubt he is that strong and as far as I know glaharads have no major weaknesses.”
“Why are there only there left what happened to the others?” asked Zehark.
“After the massacre when Detholisarr came to invade the mainland glaharads were as numerous as dragons. However, after the massacre Detholisarr needed more troops. One third of his army died during the massacre and so did many dwarves. After the siege of Dolcora he went searching for followers. Even though Dolcora was the first to fall he had help. His first attack failed and when his army was retreating he saw a large creature in the sky. It landed next to him and it was bleeding porously. He ordered some healers to heal it and when it woke up it told him its name. I don’t remember his name but any way, the glaharad was one of the weakest ones at that time and why Detholisarr took him in I don’t know, he hates the weak.
“He trained the glaharad and soon more joined after a few months enough for a second assault on Dolcora. He gained many followers from the surrounding countries mostly human and a few dragons. A few glaharads died in the attack but Detholisarr was pleased he wanted to weed out the week of his followers. During the attack on the dwarf country the glaharads went into a civil war. The ones that weren’t with Detholisarr were considered traitors although it was the ones with him that were.”
“I never heard about a glaharad civil war.” said Trialidon.
“That’s because in Metropolis they didn’t pay attention to it at that time they were neutral and didn’t help during the war until the dwarf’s betrayal. If they would have intervened earlier the war could have been one. Anyway during the glaharad civil war Detholisarr attacked them I’m not sure why but my guess was to eliminate the weak. After the civil war he decided only the three that lived today were worthy of life. He killed of the other ones that survived the civil war. The three that are alive are very unlike the other ones. Because of their great strength the great one who made this land gave them poor resistance to magic but somehow Detholisarr gave the last three great resistance to magic.
“Another thing about glaharads their skin is not what they actually look like. Their outside is like an exoskeleton and will shed to show what they truly look like. What they actually look like and when they shed their exoskeleton know one knows.”
“If there are only three left how could they have gotten fifty or more people here?” said Zehark.
“They can carry heavy loads but still over fifty people here... some probably came here earlier and are now showing their selves.”
They heard a scream from outside and a crash. They each got up Zehark grabbed the bow and Deric was holding onto a hunting knife Furrkialla gave him. Zehark knocked an arrow and ran toward the door. The others followed and they heard another scream. Some one was talking a few feet in front of the door. Zehark put his ear to the crack at the bottom to listen to what they were saying.
“No Curscad would be living in here you old fool. Now be lucky Lord Detholisarr is not here or he would not be so merciful. Still he might just be interested enough to come he after what I have seen and how many laws your worthless city has broken. Eris take this piece of garbage and throw it out we have better things to do.”
“Yes Sarthes.” replied the man named Eris.
“No please I’m telling the truth I saw them out hunting a few days ago and, oh please have mercy don’t kill me I don’t want to die please.” the frightened man said then Zehark heard the swing of a sword and a yelp of pain.
“Good I can understand why Detholisarr likes it so much seeing others in pain is just so lovely but this piece of thrash should live we need some more slaves.” said Sarthes.
Zehark heard chains rattle and something large smack into the man after a few minutes the three left. Zehark knew they were headed for Jagosinar. He couldn’t let them go to the village that he called home for so long.
“This is not good they know about us. Zehark, Deric go back to the village it will be safer if you are back and take the bow and knife with you.” said Furrkialla.
“What about you they will kill you if they see you.” said Zehark his hatred for wyverns has left him and he didn’t want anything bad to happen to his friends.
“We can fly away they will say your traitors if they see you with us. If they ask about us tell them where we are so they don’t kill you.”
“No, we won’t tell them where you are.” said Deric.
“Fine, you don’t have to but go.” demanded Furrkialla and the two humans left.
They started to walk off and looked back but the door was closed and Zehark knew they wanted them to leave so he and Deric would live. They ran as fast as they could without stopping. Zehark soon started gasping for breath but didn’t stop running. He ran threw a bush where a scared rabbit jumped away from him. They village was fifteen miles away and they ran for five miles before they stopped for rest. Gasping for breath Zehark sat down on a log. His heart was pounding in his chest and he looked up. Clouds were covering up the great full moon.
“Should we continue or not?” asked Deric who was also out of breath.
“No we’ll go the rest of the way in the morning it may seam weird if we show up in the middle of the night.” replied Zehark who fell asleep on the log.
The next morning after they were up Zehark went off and killed a squirrel for breakfast. Deric skinned it and made a fire to cook it. After they ate they continued to Jagosinar. Zehark looked at the arrow he shot out of they bow. It wasn’t even dented at all and after he cleaned the blood off no scratches was on it either. Amazed he put the arrow back into the quiver. Once they reached a clearing the village was in sight. They weren’t sure if the soldiers made it there yet so they griped their weapons and walked toward Jagosinar.

CHAPTER 4
JAGOSINAR

Jagosinar was a small village that sat at the northern edge of the Serinese Forest. It only had four hundred inhabitants all human. There was no design to the city and know defense at all. The armory was near the edge of the village while the blacksmith and all the other weapon making buildings were in the middle. Cattle and other livestock were wondering around the village and the farmers were letting there fields be overrun by weeds. The only non weed dominate field was the largest one at the west side of the village.
Dogs were fighting with each other and most of the wooden buildings were rotting away. Its wasn’t that the villagers were too lazy to care for their town if was just that with the taxes that Detholisarr put on them were extortionate, and just about everything was taxed on the village from food and shelter to paper, weapons, water, and animals. Just to by a slice of bred had a tax of twenty coins.
“How odd it seams things have gotten worse since we left.” muttered Zehark.
“What do you mean?” asked Deric looking around and not finding anything out of the ordinary.
“The well it usually has water in it everyday, most of the time its dirty but... why isn’t there even a drop.” Murmured Zehark who’d didn’t seam to have here Deric.
The town well was located about ten yards away from the city rumor has it that it was built there when that area was the center of Jagosinar. The well was ancient older that even the building Zehark and Deric found Furrkialla, Trialidon, and Shifra. All of the stone was cracked in some way and moss and vines were growing on it but it was still the town’s well. When they entered the village five people turned to look at them none seamed to be pleased that they were gone, or that they were back.
“Where were you? Do you know how much trouble you put us in, we had to have the water collectors do the jobs you were assigned and they didn’t have time to fill up the well. Now the blasted thing is empty we expected you to be back from hunting a few days ago!” one woman shouted at them.
“Sorry it’s not our fault we were captured by wy- bandits.” snapped Zehark. He wasn’t too shocked by what she said most of the time they did arrive late from hunting but only a few hours.
“Don’t you use that tone of voice with me mister and where are your weapons or did you forget them when you escaped those bandits.” she said sort of sarcastically.
“I stole this bow from them and Deric stole a hunting knife. And don’t worry about the bandits there ok.” said Zehark matching her sarcasm.
“What bandits any way you know there are none around here ‘else they’d be dead and stop fooling with them Ristine they know they did something wrong. You two better be lucky that you won’t be getting a whipping. You shouldn’t go wondering around when we have work to be done and leave it to responsible men like me.” said a man with a very scraggily beard.
“Yeah responsible where were you when Deric and I we picking the fruit and vegetables from the garden which was your job.” muttered Zehark.
“What I would like to know father is how they came across the bow and knife we all know they only left with a sword and an axe.” said a younger man.
“Isn’t obvious they stole them and are hiding their weapons somewhere else. Don’t know why they would want anymore bad enough with they weapons they already got only useful for killing animals and there not to good at that either note how they brought back no food for us.” replied his father.
“You try hunting with an axe the last time you even went hunting you came back wailing because you were bit by a squirrel.” muttered Deric.
“Rovanof don’t be ridicules you know that we don’t have any bows that good looking in our armory well we do but it’s the mayor’s bow and for the knife there are plenty lying around its probably his own.” said Ristine.
“They stole it from the mayor. They day when they left we were having a town meeting, before they left they broke into his house and stole it that’s why he has been so upset lately, but he don’t know its them oh I can’t wait to tell him maybe if I’m lucky I’ll get my self a promotion.” said Rovanof quickly.
“Don’t overexert yourself sir I’m sure you’ll be getting the promotion fast enough once he finds out it was you who stole the money from the bank two weeks ago.” said Zehark.
“HOW DID YOU KNOW THA- I MEAN HOW DARE YOU ACCUSE OF A CRIME LIKE THAT.” roared Rovanof.
“Yes you two should so some respect for others and not yourself all the time.” said Ristine.
“Yeah respect who has done the majority of the work when others didn’t want to.” said Deric.
“It wasn’t you and you know that so don’t lie. It was me.”
“It sure was and that was why I made the food for two weeks in a row and patrolled around the city looking for wy- I mean Curscads.” said Zehark.
“Now look stop lying or we turn you in to the mayor.”
Neither Deric nor Zehark were alarmed at they greeting they received when they came back to the village. None of them were liked by that many villagers mostly because they would often sneak around places and see what people were up to but they never stole or broke anything that wasn’t theirs. They main reason why people didn’t like them because their ancestors came from Metropolis and Detholisarr spread the rumor the citizens of Metropolis were barbarians and they killed anyone who entered their borders. Deric’s great grandfather left Metropolis to buy goods from the dragons. He was ambushed on the way and captured. He was sent to the Jagosinar prison -which is now crumbling on its foundations- and there he met a Razadinian woman. Zehark did not know who from his family was from Metropolis and didn’t even think he had Metropolisean blood in him. Even stranger was that his sister was one of the best like people in the city the villagers probably only hated him because of his friendship with Deric.
“You better give back the mayor’s boy or just give it to me if you do we will just say that we found it outside his house.” said Rovanof’s son.
“No, it my bow.” replied Zehark in a casual voice.
“He lies the hole town knows he is a great liar.” said Ristine.
It was true he was the best liar in the village but still he hardly did it.
“I say we kill them on the spot.” said another man.
“For what?” demanded Deric.
“For being a dirty Metropolis that’s what.”
“No, don’t kill them they did nothing wrongs and that is my bow I lost it in the woods a few days ago and they must of picked it up.” said the fifth person of the group.
“Now Ronasones just because you’re the boy’s sister’s boyfriend doesn’t mean you can defend them.” said the fourth man.
“Vappaproditor don’t be ridicules I would not do that I was just about to call people to help look for my bow. And I do know that at least three bandits live around here.” replied Ronasones he had sleek brown hair and hazel eyes. A long sword was draped down his leg in its sheath.
“Well if you say so.” said Ristine.
She and three of the other men left. Ronasones stayed behind and waited until the other three were out of ear shot.
“This is the last time I’m getting you two out of trouble Zehark just because you’re Brittana’s brother doesn’t mean I’ll keep doing these things for you. Now where are your weapons, where were you, and where did you get that bow?” asked Ronasones.
“Um, well, you see,” muttered Zehark.
Ronasones looked around and whispered “Does have anything to do with Furrkialla, Trialidon, and Shifra.”
“How did you,” started Deric.
“Don’t talk about that out here come with me to the armory my bed it in its upstairs.” Ronasones ordered and they followed him to the armory.
The armory was the only well kept looking building. The stones only had small amounts of dirt on them and the door wasn’t moldy at all. When they entered the weapons were all well kept on their racks and they were all kept clean. Some of the weapons were quite old though and they had no long bows at all, just short bows. The reason why the armory was so well kept was because Ronasones was its guard. He had no other jobs so he spent most of his free time keeping it clean.
Ronasones toke a key out of his pocket and unlocked a door and showing a set of wooden stairs. Like the rest of the building it was well kept. When they reached the upstairs Ronasones locked the door leading up.
“Good, now know one can get in here while we talk. Now tell me what happened when you two went hunting.”
They explained to him how they found Furrkialla lying outside. How they were captured and their weapons destroyed and about the book and finding the bow and the murder that took place outside of the building. Through all that the expression on Ronasones face remained the same.
“How odd in all the times I’ve been there I have never seen that room. However the murder seams the strangest why would Lord Detholisarr want to destroy us. Our city has been a good outpost and spying system on the dragons.”
“They mentioned something that our village has been breaking laws.” said Deric.
“The only law that we broke I can think of is not going buy the Razagin religion. Which technically we are but the statue of Detholisarr has fallen over and has vines and other plants growing on it.”
“Wouldn’t that be a crime for letting a monument of him getting all cracked and badly kept.” said Zehark.
“That wouldn’t be are fault we can hardly keep the city running let alone clean up a stupid monument of him. All of the taxes have been paid off except for this moth but there not do for a week.” replied Ronasones half talking to himself.
They heard a loud knock on the door and Ronasones said “Blast it I forgot to lock the bottom door.” He grabbed his key and said “who is it.”
“Its me Ronasones this person wants to speak to you.”
“Oh sorry Brittana I thought you were still out.” said Ronasones.
“Don’t worry its ok we can do it tomorrow.” she said.
Ronasones opened the door and to woman walked in. One had Blond hair and the other had black hair. Ronasones wisped something into the blacked hair woman’s ear and left with Zehark’s sister. The girl was about Zehark and Deric’s age and she looked moody she sat in a chair next to a window and the sunlight reflected of her hair showing a bark blue color.
They both turned to her and she snapped “What do you two want it’s not my fault I had to come here.”
“Who are you.” said Zehark wondering why she snapped at him like that.
“You two must really be dense I thought you would have noticed because of my dark blue hair I’m Shifra.” said Shifra.
“You can turn into a human, how.” Zehark said astonished.
“I don’t know I just can. And I suppose it’s not safe to change back yet.”
“How long could you do this.” asked Deric.
“For as long as I can remember.”
“Can all dragons transform or not?” asked Zehark.
“No and don’t ask why I don’t know.” snapped Shifra she sounded angry but in a different way.
The door opened and Ronasones walked in the room and locked the door. He went to his bed and sat down. The room was large and had many chairs and shelves. Books were sitting on one of the counters and the bed was large and made of cotton. The sheet that was on it was like smooth sheep fur.
“So Shifra what do you have to tell me?” asked Ronasones.
“We spotted about thirty soldiers around the forest and they might be planning on attacking the village.” replied Shifra with a little more respect then she gave Deric and Zehark.
“Odd that makes at least eighty not including the glaharads. Were they carrying any type of weapon?”
“I don’t know I was inside the building and Furrkialla didn’t say what kinds of weapons.”
“Did he mention anything about weapons at all?”
“I don’t know I guess they did have weapons or else why would they be here in such numbers.”
Ronasones had a looked agitated but he was used to having to go through this. “Do you know which way there going?”
“No, but I think there going west.” replied Shifra simply.
“Tell Furrkialla and Trialidon to prepare in case of an attack and to prepare to leave immediately.”
Shifra agreed and Ronasones unlocked the two doors and Shifra left. After Ronasones relocked the doors he sat down and took something out of his pocket.
“What’s that?” Deric asked.
“Nothing just righting something down.” he replied and slipped it back into his pocket.
“What should we do incase of an attack? Jagosinar doesn’t have the military strength to stop a siege.” said Zehark.
“Just hope for the best. You two need new weapons a bow and a knife won’t be enough and your better with the sword and axe so come I’ll get you some new ones and don’t loose them their the last ones I’m giving you.” Ronasones said sternly.
They went back downstairs and to the main part of the armory. There was not a big selection to choose from. Most were spears and small wooden shields. A few bows and arrows hung on the wall. Two axes and three swords were hung up but no armor was in the armory at all. A few daggers and a knife were also on the walls.
Zehark went to look at the swords. One was an iron two handed sword and another was a broadsword. The last one was smaller then both of them but he picked it up anyway. It looked newer then the other two and was made of steel. Its hilt was cobra leather. He ran his hand down its smooth sleek hilt. He picked it up and swung it, it was incredibly light.
“Ronasones,” he said “what about this one.”
“The Dwarven one side it’s the newest sword out and we were lucky enough to get one. It can’t break and it will go through the roughest of hide well except dragon hide. Here take its sheath it won’t fit in your old one. Deric has his axe already an elven war hammer.”
“Do you have any other arrows this can hold about sixty and I only have twenty.”
“Yes I do here there not as good as the ones you have but they will work.”
“Zehark what did you get?” asked Deric.
He told him and looked at his axe. The head was thicker but it looked stronger then his old axe. It was pure iron and the wooden part he held on to was maple wood. He also had a small leather sheath for his hunting knife.
“Here take this gold incase you need to buy anything I took it from your house to give it to you so you don’t need to pay me back.” said Ronasones. He handed Zehark a bag of about fifty coins and gave Deric a sac of one hundred coins from his house.
Some on busted through the armory doors panting heavily. The person was shaking from head to toe and he looked scared out of his mind.
“Ronasones wyverns have been spotted about fifteen miles south of here. Get some troops and attack them they might be headed for the village.” he said.
“Don’t worry I’ll be on to it go see the mayor he may know what to do.” ordered Ronasones.
The man left running toward the mayors Zehark and Deric both followed Ronasones to the forest. He was jogging at a steady pace and stopped about four miles ahead. He had a worried look and picked up an acorn. He tore the top of a whistled into it. What came out was a high pitch noise then from the east came galloping three horses. One was a large white Thoroughbred. It was taller then the other two and its eyes were almond shaped and were black. It snorted and walked up to Ronasones.
The second horse was a deep brown Morgan horse. Its mane and tail were each black and it was the smallest of the three but appeared to have better stamina. Zehark went up to it and mounted it. The horse had no saddle or rains so he grabbed on to its mane. The last horse was a reddish Quarter horse. Its mane was a deeper red and its ears were flared. It was only slightly larger then Zehark’s horse.
Zehark and Deric both learned how to ride from Ronasones when they were younger. They did bare back riding and saddle riding. They were both skilled at it but preferred saddle riding. Ronasones was also supposed to train them more at fighting but never got around with it due to circumstances.
“Both of you go strait to the building and tell Furrkialla they have been spotted by a villager. Don’t leave the building until I get back. I’m going to warn the mayor about the soldiers that are here.” said Ronasones.
“All right.” said Zehark.
Zehark kicked his horse in the side and it galloped off and Deric was right behind him. The horses were surprisingly good at forest traveling. They dodged around trees and made their way to the building, Zehark and Deric pulled their horses to a stop once they reached the clearing. They dismounted and ran toward the building. Zehark pounded on the door until it opened. Furrkialla and Trialidon stepped out of the door and saw the horses and the two humans out of breath.
“What’s wrong? What happened?” demanded Furrkialla.
“Furrkialla you or Trialidon have been seem. Ronasones, someone stopped him and told him to get troops to kill you. The soldiers also know. Ronasones said not to leave until he gets back.” said Deric firstly.
“Come get in here. Do you know how many people have been told?”
“No, at least one person knows and he ran of to tell the mayor. We would have killed him but there were others watching.” said Zehark.
“No, its good you didn’t kill him. If you did they would have killed you too. We should have known that eventually we would have been spotted. When is Ronasones going to be back?”
“Most likely in about a half hour.” replied Zehark.
“Trialidon find Shifra and tell her to help pack any food we might have left. Pack anything of value that is small enough to fit in a bag. Zehark and Deric stay here if any one tries to enter don’t let them unless it’s Ronasones.” ordered Furrkialla.
“Ok.” they said in unison. Trialidon left to find Shifra and Zehark grabbed his sword and Deric grabbed his axe.
Zehark cracked open the door to see if any one was out there but know one was. He quietly closed it and said to Deric “Do you think we should get the horses. If any one sees them they’ll know some one is in here.”
“Yes but we should tell Furrkialla.” he replied.
“He’s not here right now he left with Trialidon and we don’t time to look for him.”
“Fine but we better do it fast.”
They both went outside and headed for the horses. When they reached them the horses ears perked up it took Zehark a moment to realize they heard something in the forest. He and Deric started leading the horses back to the building it was harder with no lead rope but they managed. Once they neared the door a loud rustling noise was heard. Zehark turned swiftly around and saw a dark figure into the trees. He ignored it and he and Deric got the horses into the building.
“Did you see that?” whispered Zehark.
“What, the dark thing, yes it looked like a human but why would it be back here.” replied Deric.
“I don’t know could it be a solider?”
“If it was why didn’t it attack us.”
“Maybe they were worried Furrkialla or Trialidon would come out.”
A since of nervousness went over Zehark. He wondered if they have been spotted. He knew it wasn’t Ronasones he wouldn’t have darted back into the forest. He gripped his sword tighter at the hilt and waited. He started to doze off when he heard a loud banging on the door. He yanked his sword out ready for an attack.
“Who goes there!” he demanded.
“It is I Ronasones.”
“Prove it.”
“You Zehark have a Dwarven one side sword and Deric has an elven war hammer. Your also have oak long and you ride a Morgan horse that is deep brown.”
“Alright I trust you but if you aren’t Ronasones I’ll kill you.”
Zehark opened the door and Ronasones entered leading his horse behind him. It had some bags strapped to its sides and was sweating slightly.
“Where is Furrkialla.” he demanded.
“I think he is upstairs they’re getting things to take with them but I’m not sure what is taking them so long.”
Ronasones ran upstairs leaving his horses next to the door still with the pacts tide to its sides. They took off the pacts and looked inside. The found food and some gold but left it in there. In another one were reigns, hoof picks, and water skins. In the last two were horse saddles. Zehark saddled up his horse and so did Deric.
They heard claws coming down the stairs and knew it was Furrkialla, Trialidon, Shifra, and Ronasones was behind them. Furrkialla was holding on to a bag and so was Trialidon they each put them in a sac.
“Good I see you have the horses saddled up. Do we have all we need?” said Ronasones knowing that the two would have opened the sacs.
“Yes this should be it. Zehark Deric leave the horses here someone else will get them later you three will be riding us. Shifra know complaining either.” Furrkialla said seriously.
“Wait should we leave now. What about the others shouldn’t they be told what is happening.” asked Trialidon.
“Yes but the villagers know about you and will attack.”
“They don’t know where we were I was thirty miles away when I was spotted and flew in the oboist direction from the building.”
“Fine if you three are sure I will alert the others that an attack is combing.” replied Ronasones.
“Don’t worry about the horses they will be fine here with us. Trialidon Shifra don’t go out side. Go to the Gold Room and try to find some food.”
“What about the curse?” asked Shifra.
“It won’t be in affect if someone is telling you to take something out.” replied Furrkialla.
Ronasones, Zehark, and Deric left the building with everyone else inside.
“Are you sure we will be safe from the soldiers?” asked Deric.
“Yes they don’t know and I doubt any of the villagers will be stupid enough to tell them.”

Well well. You are definately making alot of progress. Good job.

It may not make since because i changed a few things in chapter four but here is chapter 5 so far my longest (19 pages at 16 font i knew i did some changes but not that much before i edited it it was only ten pages.

CHAPTER 5
THE REBELS OF THE FOREST
They stepped outside the nighttime air was fresh and cool. Ronasones lead all three horses out and tied them to the nearest trees. All three of them were carrying nothing except their weapons. They jogged at a constant rate for a few hours until they stopped. Each of them were out of breath but only slightly. The forest around them was dark and not a singe bird was chirping.
After about three hours they neared they village. Know one seamed aware that an attack would happen soon. People were carrying on with their jobs and some were talking about things such as what to buy when the traders arrived. None of them spoke as Ronasones lead the group to the northern part of the village.
“What do you need to get Ronasones?” asked Zehark.
“A map of the country, some more money and a book. I can’t tell you what’s in the book and the forth thing I need I can’t tell but we do need it.” he replied.
“Where are we going to get them.” asked Zehark.
“The mayor’s house for the food and gold I know where the other thinks are. Also I need to alert the others.” replied Ronasones.
“Wait so where supposed to break into someone’s house and steal stuff but its illegal what if we get caught.”
“This is desperate don’t worry about it and if you are caught you can fight your way out.” Ronasones replied then ran off.
“Should we or not I know it’s desperate but, I don’t feel right doing it.” said Deric.
“I know what you mean we can pay him back if we see him again.” replied Zehark.
They headed toward the mayor’s house which was located near the town’s center when they ran into some people.
“Ah look it’s you two again are you going to vandalize a house now.” said Rovanof.
“Know, know, know, we leave that to you.” said Zehark.
“Won’t you two ever show respect.” demanded his son who was next to him.
“Were not doing anything bad we just don’t get why he is blaming us for the things he has done.” replied Deric.
“I don’t know what your doing but don’t go wondering around there are shadowy people around we don’t want you to join.” replied Rovanof.
“Yeah that’s because the village is under attack by soldiers from the capital.” said Deric seriously.
“What stop lying,” shouted a woman who walked up to them “and you wonder why know one likes you, Lord Detholisarr would never attack us.” she said and all three of them walked of laughing.
After a few minute they reached the mayors house. His house was large and it was the biggest building in the village. Surrounding it was an iron mesh gate that was starting to rust. Five large guard dogs patrolled the inner perimeter of the fence. They were the size of small bears and their claws were as sharp as daggers. The collar that went around their necks had spikes going around it. All five of them snarled at the intruders and appeared ready to lunge. A white foaming substance was coming from their mouths.
“How are we going to get passed?” asked Deric.
“The fence I think, use your axe to destroy it and I can deal with the dogs.” said Zehark.
Deric grabbed his axe and started hacking away at the razor wire with it. It crumbled beneath his axe and the five dogs were barking at them with teeth barred. One of the dogs lunged at the fence but got tangled up in it and started to whimper in pain. One of the dogs jumped and Deric his axe was stuck so he stabbed it with his knife. The remaining two were still barking madly at Zehark.
Zehark felt the fence crumble beneath his sword but it got stuck part way through the already weakened fence. One of the remaining dogs lunged at him but was tangled up in the fence. The last one was knocked unconscious by Deric’s axe after he got it untangled. Deric destroyed the wire around Zehark’s sword and gave it to him.
“Try to keep better hold of this.” he said.
“All right.” Zehark replied.
They walked toward the door which was made of rotting wood. The handle was iron but you couldn’t tell it was all red from rust. Zehark tried to open the door but it was locked so he and Deric started hitting the door with their weapons. The wood was so weak after a few minutes the door collapsed onto the ground.
“You check down stairs and I’ll check upstairs.” said Deric.
Zehark agreed and started looking around the house.
They inside of the mayor’s house was clean unlike most of the village. The walls weren’t dirty at all and the wooden table seamed like new. It was only the outside of the house that was in terribly condition. Zehark walked farther into the house. A chair made of maple wood sat in the corner of the living room and a large bowl of fruit was on the table. He put some of the food into a bag he had so he could later put it into the food sac. The inside of the house was wood which Zehark thought was strange because the outside was stone.
He walked further in and a glimmer caught his eye. He looked and saw a ruby colored boots. It lay on the ground next to a coat of wolf fur. He walked further in and something growled at him. He grabbed his sword and looked for what made the noise.
He saw a large wolf missing a leg. One of its eyes was badly deformed not by genetics but by man. It was squished in like something hit it and mashed it in cutting it in half. Half of its tail was missing and it had a sad look to its face. Zehark walked towards it holding out his hands he has dealt with wolves before but knew how dangerous they could be. It snapped at his hand and he pulled it back. It tried to get up but fell to the ground Zehark thought it was old but at closer looks he saw it was only three years of age.
“Who did this to you?” Zehark muttered.
“Zehark looked what I found man if anyone else new the mayor had this much money we could actually get this village up to.” shouted Deric he came in the room and stopped dead in his tracks and stared at the helpless wolf.
Tears came out of the wolf’s good eye and it curled up closing its good one the bad eye stopped half way. Zehark crept up to it and patted its back; he decided it was too weak to bit him. It looked up at him with its crystal blue eyes and licked his arm. Zehark didn’t know how but got the since the animal trusted him.
“We need to take this wolf with us.” Zehark said.
“What?” Deric replied surprised “Um Zehark we’re going to have a hard enough time escaping without a wolf slowing us down.”
“I know but I just feel like we need to take it with us.”
“Are you mad I know we hunt with wolves sometimes but it’s still a wild animal.” said Deric.
“I know but this one seems different it seams like it trusts me. I don’t know why but I just think we should take it.”
“All right but it better not slow us down.” replied Deric.
“So how much money did you find?” asked Zehark.
“At least one thousand gold and the kitchen was upstairs but you got some more food though.”
“It looks like you only have a few hundred gold.” said Zehark.
“Well I left most of it there.” replied Deric.
They heard walking behind them and they grabbed his weapons. They put them away when they saw it was Ronasones who was carrying a few bags. He looked over at Zehark and Deric them walked up to them.
“Come we must go we don’t have much time.” he said.
“Ronasones this wolf, we need to take it, the mayor- or whoever is taking care of it- is harming him. Any way I think it should come with us I don’t know why but I just think it should.” said Zehark.
Ronasones looked down at the helpless animal it stared up at him trying to fully open its injured eye. The remains of its tail thumped the floor.
“I would say know but, the mayor is doing bad things to him so yes he can come but if he causes trouble he leaves.” said Ronasones but sounded like he would rather have the wolf stay.
The wolf had no name so Zehark called him Silver flare. Silver flare was too weak to walk so Zehark and Deric carried him Ronasones refused saying he already had things to carry and put the food and gold in his other bags.
“Why are you two carrying a wolf? Are you trying to bring this village to destruction you should know wolves are mindless killers.” shouted Rovanof.
Silver flare looked at him in the face. Ravanof stood stiff but the wolf just stared then laid his head back on Deric’s shoulder.
“I said stop now you two boys if you don’t put that dang wolf down and kill it I’ll string your necks you hear. I’ve never met less respectful boys then you two.”
“Why don’t you stop criticizing us and let us pass. Or we will release this vicious monster on you.” shouted Deric.
“You dare threaten me boy don’t make me come and whip you. You dirty Metropolisean.”
Deric dropped Silver flare and grabbed his axe. Ronvanof stared at him and whimpered. Then he seamed to gather courage and grabbed a small dagger. Nearly half of the village had gathered around due to Rovanof’s shouting. Ronasones grabbed his sword and Zehark did the same.
“You shouldn’t have grabbed your axe Deric now they will kill you for threatening the mayor’s most trusted helper. But neither of you retreat I don’t want any of you to die on me.” said Ronasones.
Zehark set Silver flare on the ground the wolf rose his head in the excitement. “Rovanof is the only one with a weapon so does it matter we can just flee.” he said.
“Ronasones you should get away from these dirty boys their nothing but trouble. I know you’re trying to make them better but I don’t think it will work.” said the son of Rovanof.
“Why don’t you stop with all your foolish prejudice? Just because his ancestor is from Metropolis doesn’t mean he is evil.” shouted Ronasones.
“Traitor, kill the traitor he his with the Metropolisean and after thinking he was an ally. Kill the traitor.” shouted Rovanof.
“Um father you are the only one with a weapon.”
“I don’t care, attack.” shouted Rovanof.
All of the villagers fled except Rovanof who was shouting at them calling them cowards. He charged at them with his dagger. Ronasones blocked a swipe with his sword and stabbed Rovanof in the chest then slashed a deep wound in his leg.
“Oh please spare me please I don’t to die.” he pleaded.
“Fine,” said Zehark “we will spare you.” he sliced down at Rovanof and missed his fingers by inches. “Be lucky we won’t kill you, we know you wouldn’t do the same for us.”
He and Deric picked up Silver Flare and started to walk off. Ronasones went behind saying he dropped something then stabbed Rovanof in the heart. He picked up the dagger and discarded it. He searched Rovanof for gold took the coins he had then caught up with the others.
The three made their way back to the village’s edge. Things seamed to be much tenser then when they entered even though the villagers didn’t know an attack was combing. Silver Flare’s eyes were perked up and he turned his head trying to see something that wasn’t there. He struggled to open his injured eye but only managed half way. Zehark looked around to see any people near the forest’s edge but he saw none.
“Ronasones, who were the others you were talking about when we were going here,” he asked?
“I can’t tell you now incase we are heard but they will make a food ally. Besides you two need to get out of here it is too dangerous now.” Ronasones replied.
“Where are we going.” asked Deric.
“I’m not sure probably to the Crystal Mountain Range.”
“How long have you none about Furrkialla, Trialidon, and Shifra?” questioned Zehark.
“Since I was ten so for about twenty five years.” said Ronasones.
“How did you find out about them and why didn’t you tell the village about them? Did they capture you like they did Deric and I?”
“No, I new they weren’t evil because my parents were part of the others. I was brought to the building so I could meat them, just like with you two though Shifra hated me when I first saw her... Then again she still does.”
“Why does she hate humans so much?” asked Deric.
“I don’t know she won’t talk about it Furrkialla might know but he hasn’t told anyone. He might tell if you ask still he might not even know.” Ronasones replied.
It took them even longer than usually to reach the building because they kept making sure know one was following them and because Zehark and Deric were carrying Silver Flare. There was no noise in the forest except their frequent panting. Not even a bird was chirping. They didn’t stop at all until they reached the building all three were out of breath.
They went up to the door and they saw blood on it. They each pulled out their weapons incase of an attack. Zehark and Deric put Silver Flare on the ground and the wolf raised its head as if knowing something had happened.
“You two stay back.” ordered Ronasones.
Zehark and Deric steeped back as Ronasones stepped up to the door with his sword drawn. He kicked open the door which was unlocked and jumped through the door way with his sword out in attack passion. He motioned for the other two to follow him and they obeyed. There was no blood inside the building which made them think the battle only happened outside. A stream of fire erupted from the entrance and the three just avoided it.
“Oh it’s only you three.” said Shifra.
“What was that all about.” demanded Ronasones.
“We were attacked by a small group of soldiers. None of us were harmed but one of the people escaped and we weren’t sure if you were an enemy.” replied Shifra.
“Where are Trialidon and Furrkialla?”
“Upstairs.”
They both walked off and went upstairs leaving Zehark, Deric, and Silver Flare downstairs. The wolf went over to one of the bags and started pawing at it. Zehark wondered if it was hungry and got the wolf some meet and water. It seamed to gain strength after he ate the meat. He stood up on all fours and started to sniff around the building.
“You know what I find strange?” asked Zehark.
“What?” Deric replied.
“That Silver Flare is a wild wolf but acts like a domesticated dog.”
Deric starred at the wolf I wonder and looked away he stood up and grabbed his axe “I wonder why he was in the mayors house, every other time a wolf is captured it is killed. What would make Silver Flare any different and why is he all bruised the wolves that were killed were never beaten.”
“It could have to do with that the mayor claimed he was attacked by a wolf a few weeks ago.” replied Zehark.
“Why wouldn’t he of just killed Silver Flare than?
Silver Flare ran at the door and started barking at it. His eyes stared at the door and he growled steadily louder.
“Shut that stupid dog up already.” demanded Shifra.
“He’s a wolf and how is he harming you?”
“We will be heard if anyone is outside.”
“If someone was out side we would be dead by now.” said Zehark.
Silver Flare jumped back as the door was blasted off its hinges. He mauled the person who blasted it off and Furrkialla, Trialidon, and Ronasones came down the stairs.
“What happened!” demanded Ronasones.
“We’re under attack.” said Deric.
“Furrkialla, Trialidon, and Shifra you should leave we don’t you to die fly to the Crystal Mountain Range. The dragons will know what to do.” said Ronasones.
“No we’re not fleeing we’ll fight beside you.” said Furrkialla. Shifra looked like she couldn’t believe what he was saying.
They all exited the building cautiously and the horses followed them. A ball of fire flew right past Zehark and hit five trees making the horses charge off in panic. There were at least one hundred soldiers were surrounding the building. At the back a banner bow was carrying a flag with two arrows crossing and stars were circled around the arrows.
An explosion of fire erupted from Shifra’s mouth only one person was hit the others jumped out of the way. Trialidon shot off into the air as archers in the back started shooting arrows. He landed by them but they fled in terror. He grabbed a soldier in the back and threw him into a tree.
Ronasones had already killed three soldiers and paralyzed another. He blocked a sword swing and spun around hitting a man in the head. A person ran up behind them but Furrkialla sliced the man in half with his sword.
A solider with an axe jumped on Shifra, he sliced into her back with the axe. Zehark jumped behind the solider and stabbed him in the back but he was knocked to the ground by the man’s axe. He looked around knowing that there lives were going to end then. He heard a high pitch noise and arrows rain out of the trees. One struck the person about to kill him in the head. What happened where did these people come from.. Zehark blocked a sword and sliced a solider arm. He saw someone with a bloody lance run by him. The person stabbed an enemy but was soon taken down. From the trees archers were hailing down arrows and some of them were shot down by their own archers. Or were they? A man Zehark never seen before shot down an enemy archer from the tree. It appeared that nearby villages were helping but how could they, the nearest village was fifty miles away and Jagosinar was probably overrun by soldiers by now.
A warrior on horse back charged through the trees he held a two handed sword and cleaved of a soldiers head. He looked over at Furrkialla but helped him instead of attacked him. Zehark was knocked to the ground but a lance struck the enemy on the head.
“You should go. Civilians don’t need to be part of this fighting.” A woman’s voice said which Zehark was surprised in Jagosinar only men fought.
“I can’t these are my friends I need to help.” replied Zehark.
“No you must go Ronasones told us to come and fortunately we arrived just on time.”
“All right.” gave in Zehark and he started to walk off.
He walked a few yards away from the fight and turned around. He positioned himself behind a nearby tree to watch the fighting. He noticed that Ronasones didn’t even appear to be injured.
“Zehark you lived?” said Deric’s voice from behind.
“What? Oh yeah I’m just watching. It seams that whoever is with Ronasones is winning.” replied Zehark.
“Who do you think the others are? They can’t be villagers none of them are that well trained and we don’t have those kinds of weapons.”
“I’m not sure Ronasones never told me about anyone else who lived around here.”
Zehark looked in front of the tree and saw some people were still fighting. Ronasones was the only one without armor but his only injury was a slash down his right leg. Which Zehark thought was odd because they were out numbered three to one. The enemy troops started to pull back and the archers in the trees jumped down and ran off.
About twenty five people remained. One of them headed for Zehark and Deric’s direction. He had chain mail armor and a broad sword. His legs were in leather armor and a medium steel shield was in his left hand.
“You can come back now. I’m quite surprised that you obeyed orders and stayed back.” said Vappaproditor.
“Well if its life or death we usually obey.” said Deric.
They saw Silver flare trot up to them. His only injury was a gash in his back. His teeth and claws were stained red and he went and drank out of a nearby stream.
“Should we give chase to the enemy or not. The chances are that those were only some of the troops they brought in. Also there were loses on both sides.” said Glahilead.
“I say we run there is almost know hope for us.” said Ranfumos.
“If we did run we would leave this village to destruction. We need allies not enemies. Besides we could get a hit on Detholisarr himself.”
“Those are all reasons to leave. The villagers have already seen Furrkialla and Trialidon and we would just get slaughtered by Detholisarr.”
“Ranfumos quite being a sniveling whip. My blade hungers for blood and what better way to feed it then on Detholisarr’s henchmen.” said Vappaproditor.
“Why would be the point of attacking though? Would just be walking into out own deaths” replied Ranfumos who was starting to shake.
“No, I agree with Vappaproditor,” said Ronasones “we need to attack them and hopefully we will be joined. If things get to dangerous we can just retreat. Trialidon, Furrkialla, and Shifra can carry some of us on their backs and hopefully the dragons show up soon.” Shifra had a disgusted look on her face with having to have humans ride her.
“If we do have to retreat only six of us would make it. They rest would certainly get killed. And for the six that do escape, we will just get chased down by a glaharad.” said Furrkialla.
“I guess it is true that a wyvern’s strength is not what it’s made up to be. Even if you aren’t that strong all the villagers will flee at you sight and so will some of the soldiers.” said Vappaproditor.
“Its not the villagers that are a problem it’s the soldiers and even if some do run it will be very few.”
“Quit arguing we can take them, humans are weak and don’t deserve to live. I want to go burn this village to the ground along with its inhabitants and the soldiers.” said Shifra.
“So dragon you really are as rude as Ronasones makes you out to be. I think I’m going to get to like you now, lets see if he is right about your human form.” said Vappaproditor
“Why would I want to transform into a human its bad enough when I have to do it and I won’t do it when asked and especially by some stupid human.”
“Ah so much hatred is in you yes, I’m starting to like you already.”
Trialidon walked up to Shifra and said to her “Wow I guess there really are humans as stupid as you say they are.” she snarled at him and didn’t reply.
“Who are you any way? None of the villagers are that skilled and we don’t have those kinds of weapons.” asked Zehark.
“You fools still don’t know? Well I guess I can’t expect much better from a group of scoundrels who lived here.” said Vappaproditor.
“No, we didn’t even know you excited where use to you being one of the people who hate us.” replied Zehark.
“Why do you think I did that, and acted with those infidels? If we didn’t hate you they would get suspicious of us. Still I have to laugh at the things those fools make up to punish you.”
“Humans, they are pathetic they insult each other and hate each other because they are different. They are so weak and foolish the only strong human is Detholisarr.” said Shifra.
“Why don’t you spend less time criticizing us and more time helping us dragon? We are aware that something happened to you in the past but you have no reason to hate us for it. We can’t redo the crimes our ancestors have done.” challenged Glahilead.
“Know, no Glahilead let her speak I am really interested in why we are so weak and our demand for hatred. Yes, I think I will be correct yes, I am really going to like you dragon.” Vappaproditor muttered.
Shifra growled and said nothing. Silver flare’s ears were perked up and he was growling loudly. His claws dug into the soft earth below him. His tail struck strait up like an arrow. His eyes were opened and they did not blink. Even his injured eye was nearly completely open. His eyes were focused in one area not moving from that spot at all. His growls grew louder and them he let out a great long howl. It sounded different that normal wolf howls it seamed to have a ring to it or meaning. Zehark wasn’t sure if he was imagining it but it sounded like the wolf’s howl had a melody.
“What is it wolf what are you growling about?” ordered Ronasones.
The wolf’s growls grew larger until they suddenly stopped. He then started walking toward that space and stopped. He turned around and when back to them still snarling.
“We should go he could have sensed enemies in the distance.” said Ronasones staring at the wolf as if daring it to continue.
“Where?” asked Trialidon.
“North, to the Crystal Mountain Range. We will have to go around the city it’s the shortest way without going strait through.” said Ranfumos.
“I still say we go and attack.” said Glahilead.
“Well we need to hurry and get threw as fast as we can. There still is a chance the village hasn’t been seized yet.” said Ronasines.
“Are best chance it to go around like Ranfumos said. Going threw would be suicide. Still we will have to be close enough for the dragons to see us if they come by and far enough from the village so the villagers don’t spot us.” said Furrkialla.
“Don’t worry I have a plan we stay close to the forest and when we have to cut across open ground we wait for night. The horses can carry our supplies. Shifra you will have to take one of us so know complaining.” said Brittana.
“Fine I will but I won’t like it.” she replied.
“You don’t have to either.”
They started to walk toward the village. All of them had their weapons out and the ones that had armor had it on. The archers were in the middle of the group each had their bow knocked. Shifra was near the outside but wasn’t the furthest out so her wings couldn’t get punctured. Furrkialla, Ronasones, Ranfumos, Brittana, and Vappaproditor were all in front. Trialidon was next to Shifra, and Zehark and Deric were next to the wyvern.
Silver flare would sometimes stop and lick his back wound Zehark wasn’t sure why he did that but he did notice that the wolf’s injury looked a lot better. They spoke few words every time a twig cracked one of them griped their weapon firmer. The person in front of Zeharks helmet was cracked so he took it off. Zehark saw a large scare on the mans head. Some puss came out of it and dried blood was around it.
“Do you know who these people are?” he asked Trialidon.
“Yes, Furrkialla told Shifra and I about one hundred years ago. They call their selves the Rebels of the Forest. They have excited for one and a half centuries but, they have only just become active in the past sixteen years.” he replied.
“If they have excited for that long why hasn’t Detholisarr destroyed them?”
“I’m not sure.” he admitted.
“It could just be because he is a human and they are so stupid it takes them over one hundred years to figure something out.” said Shifra.
“Oh please Shifra not now.” pleaded Trialidon.
“It’s true some are stupid.”
“That may be true but there is know reason to insult them, there are friends not enemies. Try giving them some respect.”
They continued arguing until they reached the forest’s edge. All stopped walking and Zehark heart skipped a beat. The entire city was surrounded. None have entered yet but it seamed that a small fight had broken out already. The well was all bloody and Zehark saw something at its bottom though he couldn’t make out what it was.
“We haven’t been spotted yet move back into the woods a little.” ordered Brittana.
It then just came to Zehark that she was high ranking in at least this part of the group. All the times she was gone he though she was at Ronasones’ house but she was actually with the Rebels of the Forest.
The entire group fell back into the trees and waited until sunset. They were all tense and every few hours two guards would switch positions watching the village from the safety of the trees. The empires troops around the village a least numbered three hundred. Zehark could make out two distinctly large figures in the background which he thought were glaharads. He wondered why they waited to attack the village’s army wasn’t too large. Bored he went up to Furrkialla and Ronasones to talk to them.
“Furrkialla what exactly are the Rebels of the Forest. Trialidon told me they stated one hundred and fifty years ago but why hasn’t Detholisarr vanquished them?”
“I guess I forgot to tell you about them. Please forgive me with these recent events I have forgotten to tell you. First get Trialidon, Shifra, and Deric over here they should also know this story.” replied Furrkialla.
He went and got them they all seemed exited to here this story.
“Well as you,” Furrkialla began “this group first formed one hundred and fifty years ago. Even though it had rebel in its name it wasn’t exactly a rebellion. Until recently all they did was attack bandits that tried to pillage cities. They chose the name rebels because they were rebelling against the bandits that once roamed this area. Though they received know money from Detholisarr the local villages paid them for killing the bandits. Once all they bandits were destroyed they disappeared for sixty years. With know money from Detholisarr to help them survive the group turned into the thing they once tried to eliminate.
“There still was one great difference. We paid back the stolen money with goods like food or weapons. About fifty years ago Detholisarr decided to tell the public we still excited and that we were as well bandits. Our base is about one hundred miles away but he has never found it. If people are running from him they go there. Though they don’t know where it is we have people station in Jagosinar and surrounding villages to tell them. It was only in the last twenty years we became a true rebellion. I was in it since its beginning I helped found it. You could have imaged a bandits surprise when they saw a wyvern fly down on them.”
“If you just became a true rebellion couldn’t have Detholisarr destroyed you by now?” said Deric.
“Yes, he has attacked us sixteen, ten, and four years ago but we had the dragons help to defeat his forces. We are just lucky that he only brought a couple hundred troops each time. We were actually planning to invade Jagosinar soon to claim new territory. Although our group is small they dragons aid us with one hundred thousand of their troops. That could be the reason why so many of his men are here. But how he found out I don’t know.” said Ronasones.
“A traitor most likely.” said Brittana.
“Who would betray us though? Even if there was a traitor Detholisarr would kill them as soon as he saw them because he would know they were part of the rebellion.”
“What has the rebels done against him?” asked Shifra who now seamed mildly interest in the conversation.
“We attack his tax collectors that come by usually. I my self have killed ten of those heartless scum. Also like Furrkialla we help people who are on the run we also attack slavers and free slaves who most of the time join us.” said Vappaproditor.
“Ronasones what is your rank in the rebel group?” asked Zehark.
“I’m its leader, Furrkialla is second in command.”
“Yes I have been second in command for a while but I have no whish to lead it.” Furrkialla replied.
“How many people are in it?” asked Deric.
“Two thousand but only one thousand and ninety are fighters the rest of the fighters are back at base.”
“Its getting dark out we should be moving.” said Ronasones.
They got up and so did everyone behind. They went back in position and descended the hill. They cut across the field separating the forest from the city. Guards were walking up and down the borders of the village not letting anyone out or any one in.
Silver flare stopped he was in a position of attack snarling off into the distance. They all stopped to look at the wolf. It turned around to them and continued to growl. Four of the growls sounded like “Retreat,” “Ambush,” “Soldiers,” “Kill,”
“Somebody shut that wolf up!” yelled someone “Its going to get us caught.”
A whizzing sound was heard in the air and an arrow struck him in the chest. Zehark heard a scream from behind and Ranfumos sped off toward the forest. Everyone else got in battle possession as more arrows came there way. Silver flare bolted off toward the direction the arrows were fired. The next thing they heard was a scream of pain and more growls.
Everyone else rushed the enemies but the guards around the village came their way to help their comrades. Zehark, Trialidon, and Shifra ran to the back. He stabbed an archer in the back and took the arrows. He took out his bow and started to fire. Trialidon and Deric defended him so the enemies couldn’t reach him.
He shot at a solider with two short swords. Each arrow was blocked and the man charged him. Deric attacked the man from behind but his axe was blocked. Trialidon dove at the man but he was too blocked.
“Ah Curscad I always hoped some of you were left so I can test my strength against you.” he said that attacked.
It was hard to see and Zehark shot two allies by mistake so he put his bow away. He grabbed his sword and rushed into the fray. All of his blows were blocked but he managed to break a man’s arm.
“Pull back, Pull back retreat to the trees.” shouted Ronasones.
They all ran toward the trees. Trialidon, Furrkialla, and Shifra flew back and the wyverns carried back the injured.
“Archers to the trees!” shouted Ronasones.
Once they reached the forest the archers scrambled to the trees. Zehark wondered if he should get in the trees but decide to fight on the ground.
“Wait where is the enemy why haven’t they followed us into the forest?” said Brittana.
An explosion of fire came from behind her and she was blasted back. She got up badly injured but the person next to her did not. The archers turned around in their trees and everyone else stared in that direction.
“Well I hit at least one of those fools.” said a cool voice.
Detholisarr walked toward them with many troops behind him. The two glaharads were at his left and right. He lowered his hand and stared at them a cruel dark smile was etched into his face.
“So it is true. Two more Curscads live. How I loved hunting your kind oh how much I’ve missed seeing your bodies collapse beneath my blade.” he sneered.
“Detholisarr why have you come here.” said Furrkialla his voice had a lot of familiarity in it.
“Why should a man of my stature have to reply to a being as low as you are? Now we have you surrounded and outnumbered surrender if you wish to live. Or fight if you wish to die.”
Ronasones looked back at everyone else they all nodded. “The rebels of the Forest shall never surrender to you Detholisarr.” he replied drawling his sword.
“Very well then yours lives are forfeited. Garzenza, Fyontas leave us go back to the village and guard it when the dragons arrive come back only then. Yes you fools I do know you plan on dragons coming. Now everyone else attack.” he ordered.

Magnificent story.

Thanks Here is the next chapter its mainly about the bad guys and im not to goos at wrighting about bad guys so if you have any sugsetions please tell me.

CHAPTER 5
DETHOLISARR

“My lord, I’m sorry to interrupt but two more tramps would like to speak with you.” said Halthin.
Halthin was a muscular man with hair so blond it was almost white. His eyes were green and he held a razor whip in his hand. The whip was long but not long enough so it wouldn’t snap back and hit him. He was rough looking and his hair was so greasy it appeared he hadn’t taken a shower in years. His shirt was torn and his pants were baggy. It would appear he was homeless but he was incredibly wealthy but never spent money he preferred to keep it in his mansion.
“Kill them I have no wish to speak with rats.” replied Detholisarr.
Detholisarr was the ruler of the Razada Empire. He ruled by fear and fear alone. His army was loyal to him and it was what kept his citizens from rebellion in years past. His eyes were as black as coal and his black hair was the same color as his heart. At his side was an ancient sword its hilt was of an unknown leather probably that of wyvern skin. Its blade was made of a metal that was almost indestructible.
“They are persistent my lord and have two possible recruits.” replied Halthin laughing at the last part.
“Fine bring the vermin in.” sneered Detholisarr.
The door opened and two guards threw four people through the doorway. Two of them were adults but looked like skeletons with skin and rags on them. They seamed also to be suffering from a skin disease. Their two children were also anorexic but not as badly. They both wore rags but they were longer and thicker but still extremely dirty. Detholisarr glared at them as if they were not humans but a pile of trash that needed to be picked up.
“Speak, what do you vermin want.” ordered Detholisarr.
“M-m-my lord, please could you lower the taxes and give us slightly higher rations. My family is starving and so are other people in the city.” said the man quietly.
“WHAT! You expect me to be nice to you and lower your taxes and give you higher rations when you don’t even pay your current taxes. You deserve to live in the streets and get know food because you don’t even pay your taxes now.” Detholisarr roared.
“My lord we only don’t pay because we don’t have enough money to pay if you lowered the taxes we could get more money to pay it off then you can return the taxes to normal.”
“You expect me to be merciful to you when you don’t even obey the laws and pay your taxes. It’s not my fault you scum of the earth because you have no money, if you pay off your taxes now I’ll lower them but know not now when you are greedy piles of filth!”
“If there was a way to pay of our taxes we would but we have know money please my lord give us a chance to pay of our debt.” pleaded the woman.
Detholisarr grabbed his sword and threw it at her she tried to doge but it was too late. Detholisarr got off his throne and tore the sword out of her body. The two children ran to their mom and started to cry her husband tried to retaliate but he was soon also dead.
“Halthin remove these to piles of trash from my sight and as for the other two scums take them down to Eris and tell him I ordered you to start training them” ordered Detholisarr.
“Yes my lord but one of them is a girl what should I do with it?” asked Halthin.
“Really then, I couldn’t tell because of how worthless they look, kill it or sell it into slavery your chose all though I prefer killing.” said Detholisarr.
“No please sir, we just want to go back to our house, please and why did you harm mommy and daddy.” asked the boy who was about seven.
“Silence! You will do as I say scum or you die got that. Halthin kill its sister now; kill her with the Iron Maiden.
The girl who was only about two started to cry even though she didn’t know what the Iron Madden was the two men’s voices scarred her.
“Know please don’t harm my sister.”
Halthin grabbed they boy by his shirt and dragged him and his sister out the door. The guards grabbed their parent’s bodies. Detholisarr gleamed as if he just witnessed something everyone else would want to see. He cleaned his sword and got up he knew what to expect now more people coming to ask to lower taxes.
The castle he lived in was more like a stronghold than anything. Guards stood at each door staring out into the distance not blinking or moving at all. The castle walls were made of black stone and the doors of platinum. The guars of the doors held a broad sword and a shield. Above them were two archers each equipped with an oak bow. All of the guards wore amour from head to toe know matter how hot it was some even died due to the heat and the moistness of the air made it even worse.
Around the city of Opacusde’nelozar or the City of Shadows was a teen foot thick wall of stone. There were ten gate houses each with four guards like the castle’s doors. There were thirteen towers in total each having a ballistae on it. Part of the city was outside of the walls but that was only the poor part of the city. Inside the walls were mansions of different sizes, colors, and shapes and multiple inns. On the outside were run down buildings and rickety shacks. Buildings were built over the ruins of old ones and it also had its own graveyard but it was run down and the headstones were cracked and had vines growing on the stones.
What kept the city from rebellion was that the rich people had lower taxes then the poor. They also had higher rations and if they were low on food they received the poorer people’s rations. Also if you gave Detholisarr people for his army they would not have to pay taxes.
Detholisarr walked down a street of the better part of town everyone he passed even children bowed down to him. He smirked with pride when he watched the people bowing. It gave him a wicked sort of pleasure to see people worship him. A great statue was in the center of town it shown himself holding his sword and the body of a wyvern, a dragon, an elf, a dwarf, and a human were bowing to him but the wyvern seamed to be in the lowest bow as if it was bowing to the other races as well.
He went up to a large inn that was called “The Flaming Inn” It windows were clear and people were in it drinking ail. When he walked in they bowed to him and he sat down in a set opposite of a dwarf. The dwarf was drinking a brownish liquid when Detholisarr approached the dwarf once again got up and bowed.
The dwarf like all dwarfs was shorter than the humans standing at about three and a half feet and he gripped a large axe at his side. His beard was deep brown with a bit of gray and a beard that went down to his knees.
“Ah my lord what brings you here at a time like this?” asked the dwarf.
“I have something that needs to be dealt with Grazixon. Do you know about the crack of Telnerag?” asked Detholisarr.
“Yes my lord what about it.”
“The dwarves are they still as loyal as they once were.”
Grazixon seamed shocked at the change of subject but continued anyway “Yes we are still loyal to you why do you doubt us.”
“You seam to be hiding some information from me what is it. One of my spies told me.”
“You sent spies but I thought the promise you made with my ancestors was that you wouldn’t spy on us and you wouldn’t keep information hidden from us.” replied Grazixon.
“Times have changed since then, what did your troops see at the village of Jagosinar with my human troops. And why didn’t the convoy of money and goods come yet I’m waiting for them.”
“My lord you can’t obviously expect me to send all those goods now after the famine that hit a few months ago.”
“Funny because I only remember it hitting the western half of the territory not the eastern part.”
“Give us one more chance my lord it will come in a moths time with every other thing we need to pay off.”
“Two weeks you have or my army will attack you. Now, what about this information you have.” said Detholisarr.
“Yes my lord.” said the dwarf. “About a week ago one of your troops said they spotted a Curscad around the village. We keep this information closed because we wanted to make sure it was true. Also we got word they were planning on going to the Crystal Mountain Range soon.” said Grazixon.
“Good the glaharads hunger for dragon flesh we shouldn’t deprive them of a meal any longer now get going I have important things to deal with, if there really are Curscads then we will need to attack. Round up your army as well I got word that the dragons were planning an invasion on my land.”
“Yes my lord.” said the dwarf as he bowed and left.
Detholisarr Walked to the back of the inn he grabbed some coins of a table where people were sitting. Even though it was obvious that he stole the coins know one dared say anything or they would be dead. He walked to the back of the inn and opened the door know one stopped him, know one dared say anything. In side the room was a mountain of coins gold, silver, bronze, and copper. He grabbed some of the coins and put them in a bag.
The room was pure gold and it was full from top to bottom. Joules were also around the room of every shape, color and size. There was so much money many people would die to get it. Even though Detholisarr maid claims that the empire was in debt it was incredibly wealthy. So know one cared he stole from people know one cared he harmed the innocent.
He went into another back room and stared into a corner as if he saw something there “Androse I have some news for you Curscads have been spotted and I need a swifter way of getting there faster than a glaharad.”
“Are you sure my lord, last time the informant was false.” replied Androse.
“Yes the last informant will not make the same mistake again then again he won’t be able to do anything without his head.” replied Detholisarr.
“Yes my lord when are we leaving.”
“Now.” Detholisarr replied.

Here are the next two chapters.

CHAPTER 6

Zehark, Deric, and Ronasones stepped outside, the nighttime air was fresh and cool. Ronasones lead all three horses out and tied them to the nearest trees. All three of them were carrying nothing except their weapons. They jogged at a constant rate for a few hours until they stopped. Each of them was out of breath but only slightly. The forest around them was dark and not a single bird was chirping.
After about three hours they neared they village. Know one seamed aware that an attack would happen soon. People were carrying on with their jobs and some were talking about things such as what to buy when the traders arrived. None of them spoke as Ronasones lead the group to the northern part of the village.
“What do you need to get Ronasones?” asked Zehark.
“A map of the country, some more money and a book. I can’t tell you what’s in the book but we do need it.” he replied.
“Where are we going to get them.” asked Zehark.
“The mayor’s house for the food and gold I know where the other things are. Also I need to alert the others.” replied Ronasones.
“Wait so where supposed to break into someone’s house and steal stuff but its illegal what if we get caught.”
“This is desperate don’t worry about it and if you are caught you can fight your way out.” Ronasones replied then ran off.
“Should we or not I know it’s desperate but, I don’t feel right doing it.” said Deric.
“I know what you mean we can pay him back if we see him again.” replied Zehark.
They headed toward the mayor’s house which was located near the town’s center when they ran into some people.
“Ah look it’s you two again are you going to vandalize a house now.” said Rovanof.
“Know, know, know, we leave that job for you.” said Zehark.
“Won’t you two ever show respect.” demanded his son who was next to him.
“Were not doing anything bad we just don’t get why he is blaming us for the things he has done.” replied Deric.
“I don’t know what your doing but don’t go wondering around there are shadowy people around we don’t want you to join.” replied Rovanof.
“Yeah that’s because the village is under attack by soldiers from the capital.” said Deric seriously.
“What, stop lying,” shouted a woman who walked up to them “and you wonder why know one likes you, Lord Detholisarr would never attack us.” she said and all three of them walked of laughing.
After a few minute they reached the mayors house. His house was large and it was the biggest building in the village. Surrounding it was an iron mesh gate that was starting to rust. Five large guard dogs patrolled the inner perimeter of the fence. They were the size of small bears and their claws were as sharp as daggers. The collar that went around their necks had spikes going around it. All five of them snarled at the intruders and appeared ready to lunge. A white foaming substance was coming from their mouths.
“How are we going to get passed?” asked Deric.
“The fence I think, use your axe to destroy it and I can deal with the dogs.” said Zehark.
Deric grabbed his axe and started hacking away at the razor wire with it. It crumbled beneath his axe and the five dogs were barking at them with teeth barred. One of the dogs lunged at the fence but got tangled up in it and started to whimper in pain. One of the dogs jumped at Deric his axe was stuck so he stabbed it with his knife. The remaining three were still barking madly at Zehark.
Zehark felt the fence crumble beneath his sword but it got stuck part way through the already weakened fence. One of the remaining dogs lunged at him but was tangled up in the fence. The last two was knocked unconscious by Deric’s axe after he got it untangled. Deric destroyed the wire around Zehark’s sword and gave it to him. Then they killed the two dogs.
“Try to keep better hold of this.” he said.
“All right.” Zehark replied.
They walked toward the door which was made of rotting wood. The handle was iron but you couldn’t tell it was all red from rust. Zehark tried to open the door but it was locked so he and Deric started hitting the door with their weapons. The wood was so weak after a few minutes the door collapsed onto the ground.
“You check down stairs and I’ll check upstairs.” said Deric.
Zehark agreed and started looking around the house. They inside of the mayor’s house was clean unlike most of the village. The walls weren’t dirty at all and the wooden table seamed like new. It was only the outside of the house that was in terribly condition. Zehark walked farther into the house. A chair made of maple wood sat in the corner of the living room and a large bowl of fruit was on the table. He put some of the fruit into a bag he had so he could later put it into the food sac. He knew it would rot in a few days but he would not enjoy eating meat every single meal of every day. The inside of the house was wood which Zehark thought was strange because the outside was stone.
He walked further in and a glimmer caught his eye. He looked and saw a ruby colored boots. The boots seemed to be made of scales and we incredibly hard. It lay on the ground next to a coat of wolf fur. He walked further in and something growled at him. He grabbed his sword and looked for what made the noise.
He saw a large wolf missing a leg. One of its eyes was badly deformed not by genetics but by man. It was squished in like something hit it and mashed it in cutting it in half. Half of its tail was missing and it had a sad look to its face. Zehark walked towards it holding out his hands he has dealt with wolves before but knew how dangerous they could be. It snapped at his hand and he pulled it back. It tried to get up but fell to the ground Zehark thought it was old but at closer looks he saw it was only about three years of age.
“Who did this to you?” Zehark muttered.
“Zehark looked what I found, if anyone else new the mayor had this much money we could actually get this village up to.” shouted Deric he came in the room and stopped dead in his tracks and stared at the helpless wolf.
Tears came out of the wolf’s good eye and it curled up closing its good one the bad eye stopped half way. Zehark crept up to it and patted its back; he decided it was too weak to bit him. It looked up at him with its crystal blue eyes and licked his arm. Zehark didn’t know how but got the since the animal trusted him.
“We need to take this wolf with us.” Zehark said.
“What?” Deric replied surprised “Um Zehark we’re going to have a hard enough time escaping without a wolf slowing us down.”
“I know but I just feel like we need to take it with us.”
“Are you mad, I know that we sometimes hunt with wolves but it’s still a wild animal.” said Deric.
“I know but this one seems different it seams like it trusts me. I don’t know why but I just think we should take it.”
“All right but it better not slow us down.” replied Deric.
“So how much money did you find?” asked Zehark.
“At least one thousand gold and the kitchen was upstairs but you got some more food though.”
“It looks like you only have a few hundred gold.” said Zehark.
“Well I left most of it there.” replied Deric.
They heard walking behind them and they grabbed his weapons. They put them away when they saw it was Ronasones who was carrying a few bags. He looked over at Zehark and Deric then walked up to them.
“Come we must go we don’t have much time.” he said.
“Ronasones this wolf, we need to take it, the mayor- or whoever is taking care of it- is harming him. Any way I think it should come with us I don’t know why but I just think it should.” said Zehark.
Ronasones looked down at the helpless animal it stared up at him trying to fully open its injured eye. The remains of its tail thumped on the floor.
“I would say no but, the mayor is doing bad things to him so yes he can come but if he causes trouble he leaves.” said Ronasones but sounded like he would rather have the wolf stay.
The wolf had no name so Zehark called him Silver Flare. Silver Flare was too weak to walk so Zehark and Deric carried him Ronasones refused saying he already had things to carry and put the food and gold in his other bags.
“Why are you two carrying a wolf? Are you trying to bring this village to destruction you should know wolves are mindless killers.” shouted Rovanof.
Silver Flare looked at him in the face. Ravanof stood stiff but the wolf just stared then laid his head back on Deric’s shoulder.
“I said stop now you two boys if you don’t put that dang wolf down and kill it I’ll string your necks you hear. I’ve never met less respectful boys then you two.”
“Why don’t you stop criticizing us and let us pass. Or we will release this vicious monster on you.” shouted Deric.
“You dare threaten me boy don’t make me come and whip you. You dirty Metropolisean.”
Deric dropped Silver flare and grabbed his axe. Ronvanof stared at him and whimpered. Then he seamed to gather courage and grabbed a small dagger. Nearly half of the village had gathered around due to Rovanof’s shouting. Ronasones grabbed his sword and Zehark did the same.
“You shouldn’t have grabbed your axe Deric now they will kill you for threatening the mayor’s most trusted helper. I still don’t know why he trusts him after that you told him Ravanof stole the money from the bank. But neither of you retreat I don’t want any of you to die on me.” said Ronasones.
Zehark set Silver Flare on the ground. The wolf raised his head in the excitement. “Rovanof is the only one with a weapon so doesn’t matter we can just flee.” he said.
“Ronasones you should get away from these dirty boys their nothing but trouble. I know you’re trying to make them better but I don’t think it will work.” said the son of Rovanof.
“Why don’t you stop with all your foolish prejudice? Just because his ancestor is from Metropolis doesn’t mean he is evil.” shouted Ronasones.
“Traitor, kill the traitor he his with the Metropolisean and after thinking he was an ally. Kill the traitor.” shouted Rovanof.
“Um father you are the only one with a weapon.”
“I don’t care, attack.” shouted Rovanof.
All of the villagers fled except Rovanof who was shouting at them calling them cowards. He charged at them with his dagger. Ronasones blocked a swipe with his sword and stabbed Rovanof in the chest then slashed a deep wound in his leg.
“Oh please spare me please I don’t to die.” he pleaded.
Zehark looked down at him ironically. How could he plead to him and Deric after what he had put them through? He couldn’t believe that he was asking him to spare him after all the times he has taunted them.
“Fine,” said Zehark “we will spare you.” he sliced down at Rovanof and missed his fingers by centimeters. “Be lucky we won’t kill you, we know you wouldn’t do the same for us.”
He and Deric picked up Silver Flare and started to walk off. Ronasones went behind saying he dropped something then stabbed Rovanof in the heart. He picked up the dagger and discarded it. He searched Rovanof for gold took the coins he had then caught up with the others.
The three made their way back to the village’s edge. Things seamed to be much tenser then when they entered even though the villagers didn’t know an attack was coming. Silver Flare’s ears were perked up and he turned his head trying to see something that wasn’t there. He struggled to open his injured eye but only managed half way. Zehark looked around to see any people near the forest’s edge but he saw none.
“Ronasones, who were the others you were talking about when we were going here,” he asked?
“I can’t tell you now incase we are heard but they will make a good ally. Besides you two need to get out of here it is too dangerous now.” Ronasones replied.
“Where are we going.” asked Deric.
“I’m not sure probably to the Crystal Mountain Range.”
“How long have you none about Furrkialla, Trialidon, and Shifra?” questioned Zehark.
“Since I was ten so for about fifteen years.” said Ronasones.
“How did you find out about them and why didn’t you tell the village about them? Did they capture you like they did Deric and I?”
“No, I new they weren’t evil because my parents were part of the others. I was brought to the building so I could meat them, just like with you two though Shifra hated me when I first saw her... then again she still does.”
“Why does she hate humans so much?” asked Deric.
“I don’t know she won’t talk about it Furrkialla might know but he hasn’t told anyone. He might tell if you ask still he might not even know. It’s not just us she hates its all humans.” Ronasones replied.
It took them even longer than usually to reach the building because they kept making sure know one was following them and because Zehark and Deric were carrying Silver Flare. There was no noise in the forest except their frequent panting. Not even a bird was chirping. They didn’t stop at all until they reached the building all three were out of breath.
They went up to the door and they saw blood on it. They each pulled out their weapons incase of an attack. Zehark and Deric put Silver Flare on the ground and the wolf raised its head as if knowing something had happened.
“You two stay back.” ordered Ronasones.
Zehark and Deric steeped back as Ronasones stepped up to the door with his sword drawn. He kicked open the door which was unlocked and jumped away the door way with his sword out in attack position. He motioned for the other two to follow him and they obeyed. There was no blood inside the building which made them think the battle only happened outside. A stream of fire erupted from the entrance and the three just avoided it.
“Oh, it’s only you three.” said Shifra.
“What was that all about.” demanded Ronasones.
“We were attacked by a small group of soldiers. None of us were harmed but one of the people escaped and we weren’t sure if you were an enemy.” replied Shifra.
“Where are Trialidon and Furrkialla?”
“Upstairs.”
They both walked off and went upstairs leaving Zehark, Deric, and Silver Flare downstairs. The wolf went over to one of the bags and started pawing at it. Zehark wondered if it was hungry and got the wolf some meet and water. It seamed to gain strength after he ate the meat. He stood up on all three legs and started to sniff around the building.
“You know what I find strange?” asked Zehark.
“What?” Deric replied.
“That Silver Flare is a wild wolf but acts like a domesticated dog.”
Deric starred at the wolf in wonder and looked away he stood up and grabbed his axe “I wonder why he was in the mayors house, every other time a wolf is captured it is killed. What would make Silver Flare any different and why is he all bruised the wolves that were killed were never beaten.”
“It could have to do with that the mayor claimed he was attacked by a wolf a few weeks ago.” replied Zehark.
“Why wouldn’t he of just killed Silver Flare than?
Silver Flare ran at the door and started barking at it. His eyes stared at the door and he growled steadily louder.
“Shut that stupid dog up already.” demanded Shifra.
“He’s a wolf and how is he harming you?”
“We will be heard if anyone is outside.”
“If someone was out side we would be dead by now.” said Zehark.
Silver Flare jumped back as the door was blasted off its hinges. He mauled the person who blasted it off and Furrkialla, Trialidon, and Ronasones came down the stairs.
“What happened!” demanded Ronasones.
“We’re under attack.” said Deric.
“Furrkialla, Trialidon, and Shifra you should leave we don’t want you to die fly to the Crystal Mountain Range. The dragons will know what to do.” said Ronasones.
“No we’re not fleeing we’ll fight beside you.” said Furrkialla. Shifra looked like she couldn’t believe what he was saying.
They all exited the building cautiously and the horses followed them. A ball of fire flew right past Zehark and hit five trees making the horses charge off in panic. There were at least one hundred soldiers all were surrounding the building. At the back a banner boy was carrying a flag with two arrows crossing and stars were circled around the arrows.
An explosion of fire erupted from Shifra’s mouth only one person was hit the others jumped out of the way. Trialidon shot off into the air as archers in the back started shooting arrows. He landed by them but they fled in terror. He grabbed a soldier in the back and threw him into a tree.
Ronasones had already killed three soldiers and paralyzed another. He blocked a sword swing and spun around hitting a man in the head. A person ran up behind them but Furrkialla sliced the man in half with his sword.
A solider with an axe jumped on Shifra, he sliced into her back with the axe. Zehark jumped behind the solider and stabbed him in the back but he was knocked to the ground by the man’s axe. He looked around knowing that there lives were going to end then. He heard a high pitch noise and arrows rained out of the trees. One struck the person about to kill him in the head. What happened where did these people come from. Zehark blocked a sword and sliced a solider arm. He saw someone with a bloody lance run by him. The person stabbed an enemy but was soon taken down. From the trees archers were hailing down arrows and some of them were shot down by their own archers. Or were they? A man Zehark never seen before shot down an enemy archer from the tree. It appeared that nearby villages were helping but how could they, the nearest village was thirty miles away and Jagosinar was probably overrun with soldiers by now.
A warrior on horse back charged through the trees he held a two handed sword and cleaved off a soldiers head. He looked over at Furrkialla but helped him instead of attacked him. Zehark was knocked to the ground but a lance struck the enemy on the head.
“You should go. Civilians don’t need to be part of this fighting.” A woman’s voice said which Zehark was surprised in Jagosinar only men fought.
“I can’t these are my friends I need to help.” replied Zehark.
“No you must go Ronasones told us to come and fortunately we arrived just on time.”
“All right.” gave in Zehark and he started to walk off.
He walked a few yards away from the fight and turned around. He positioned himself behind a nearby tree to watch the fighting. He noticed that Ronasones didn’t even appear to be injured.
“Zehark you lived?” said Deric’s voice from behind.
“What? Oh yeah I’m just watching. It seams that whoever is with Ronasones is winning.” replied Zehark.
“Who do you think the others are? They can’t be villagers none of them are that well trained and we don’t have those kinds of weapons.”
“I’m not sure Ronasones never told me about anyone else who lived around here.”
Zehark looked in front of the tree and saw some people were still fighting. Ronasones was the only one without armor but his only injury was a slash down his right leg. Which Zehark thought was odd because they were out numbered three to one. The enemy troops started to pull back and the archers in the trees jumped down and ran off.
About twenty five people remained. One of them headed for Zehark and Deric’s direction. He had chain mail armor and a broad sword. His legs were in leather armor and a medium steel shield was in his left hand.
“You can come back now. I’m quite surprised that you obeyed orders and stayed back.” said Vappaproditor.
“Well if its life or death we usually obey.” said Deric.
They saw Silver flare trot up to them. His only injury was a gash in his back. His teeth and claws were stained red and he went and drank out of a nearby stream.
“Should we give chase to the enemy or not. The chances are that those were only some of the troops they brought in. Also there were loses on both sides.” said Glahilead.
“I say we run there is almost know hope for us.” said Ranfumos.
“If we did run we would leave this village to its destruction. We need allies not enemies. Besides we could get a hit on Detholisarr himself.”
“Those are all reasons to leave. The villagers have already seen Furrkialla and Trialidon and we would just get slaughtered by Detholisarr.”
“Ranfumos quite being a sniveling whip. My blade hungers for blood and what better way to feed it then on Detholisarr’s henchmen.” said Vappaproditor.
“Why would be the point of attacking though? Would just be walking into out own deaths” replied Ranfumos who was starting to shake.
“No, I agree with Vappaproditor,” said Ronasones “we need to attack them and hopefully we will be joined. If things get to dangerous we can just retreat. Trialidon, Furrkialla, and Shifra can carry some of us on their backs and hopefully the dragons show up soon.” Shifra had a disgusted look on her face with having to have humans ride her.
“If we do have to retreat only six of us would make it. They rest would certainly get killed. And for the six that do escape, we will just get chased down by a glaharad.” said Furrkialla.
“I guess it is true that a wyvern’s strength is not what it’s made up to be. Even if you aren’t that strong all the villagers will flee at you sight and so will some of the soldiers.” said Vappaproditor.
“Its not the villagers that are a problem it’s the soldiers and even if some do run it will be very few.”
“Quit arguing we can take them, humans are weak and don’t deserve to live. I want to go burn this village to the ground along with its inhabitants and the soldiers.” said Shifra.
“So dragon you really are as rude as Ronasones makes you out to be. I think I’m going to get to like you now, lets see if he is right about your human form.” said Vappaproditor
“Why would I want to transform into a human its bad enough when I have to do it and I won’t do it when asked and especially by some stupid human.”
“Ah so much hatred is in you yes, I’m starting to like you already.”
Trialidon walked up to Shifra and said to her “Wow I guess there really are humans as stupid as you say they are.” she snarled at him and didn’t reply.
“Who are you any way? None of the villagers are that skilled and we don’t have those kinds of weapons.” asked Zehark.
“You fools still don’t know? Well I guess I can’t expect much better from a group of scoundrels who lived here.” said Vappaproditor.
“No, we didn’t even know you excited where use to you being one of the people who hate us.” replied Zehark.
“Why do you think I did that, and acted with those infidels? If we didn’t hate you they would get suspicious of us. Still I have to laugh at the things those fools make up to punish you.”
“Humans, they are pathetic they insult each other and hate each other because they are different. They are so weak and foolish the only strong human is Detholisarr.” said Shifra.
“Why don’t you spend less time criticizing us and more time helping us dragon? We are aware that something happened to you in the past but you have no reason to hate us for it. We can’t redo the crimes our ancestors have committed.” challenged Glahilead.
“Know, no Glahilead let her speak I am really interested in why we are so weak and our demand for hatred. Yes, I think I will be correct yes, I am really going to like you dragon.” Vappaproditor muttered.
Shifra growled and said nothing. Silver flare’s ears were perked up and he was growling loudly. His claws dug into the soft earth below him. His tail struck strait up like an arrow. His eyes were opened and they did not blink. Even his injured eye was nearly completely open. His eyes were focused in one area not moving from that spot at all. His growls grew louder and them he let out a great long howl. It sounded different that normal wolf howls it seamed to have a ring to it or meaning. Zehark wasn’t sure if he was imagining it but it sounded like the wolf’s howl had a melody.
“What is it wolf what are you growling about?” ordered Ronasones.
The wolf’s growls grew larger until they suddenly stopped. He then started walking toward that space and stopped. He turned around and when back to them still snarling.
“We should go he could have sensed enemies in the distance.” said Ronasones staring at the wolf as if daring it to continue.
“Where?” asked Trialidon.
“North, to the Crystal Mountain Range. We will have to go around the city it’s the shortest way without going strait through.” said Ranfumos.
“I still say we go and attack.” said Glahilead.
“Well we need to hurry and get threw as fast as we can. There still is a chance the village hasn’t been seized yet.” said Ronasines.
“Are best chance it to go around like Ranfumos said. Going threw would be suicide. Still we will have to be close enough for the dragons to see us if they come by and far enough from the village so the villagers don’t spot us.” said Furrkialla.
“Don’t worry I have a plan we stay close to the forest and when we have to cut across open ground we wait for night. The horses can carry our supplies. Shifra you will have to take one of us so know complaining.” said Brittana.
“Fine I will but I won’t like it.” she replied.
“You don’t have to either.”
They started to walk toward the village. All of them had their weapons out and the ones that had armor had it on. The archers were in the middle of the group each had their bow knocked. Shifra was near the outside but wasn’t the furthest out so her wings couldn’t get punctured. Furrkialla, Ronasones, Ranfumos, Brittana, and Vappaproditor were all in front. Trialidon was next to Shifra, and Zehark and Deric were next to the wyvern.
Silver flare would sometimes stop and lick his back wound Zehark wasn’t sure why he did that but he did notice that the wolf’s injury looked a lot better. They spoke few words every time a twig cracked one of them griped their weapon firmer. The person in front of Zehark helmet was cracked so he took it off. Zehark saw a large scare on the man’s head. Some puss came out of it and dried blood was around it.
“Do you know who these people are?” he asked Trialidon.
“Yes, Furrkialla told Shifra and I about one hundred years ago. They call their selves the Rebels of the Forest. They have excited for one and a half centuries but, they have only just become active in the past sixteen years.” he replied.
“If they have excited for that long why hasn’t Detholisarr destroyed them?”
“I’m not sure.” he admitted.
“It could just be because he is a human and they are so stupid it takes them over one hundred years to figure something out.” said Shifra.
“Oh please Shifra not now.” pleaded Trialidon.
“It’s true some are stupid.”
“That may be true but there is know reason to insult them, there are friends not enemies. Try giving them some respect.”
They continued arguing until they reached the forest’s edge. All stopped walking and Zehark stared at the village. The entire city was surrounded. None have entered yet but it seamed that a small fight had broken out already. The well was all bloody and Zehark saw something at its bottom though he couldn’t make out what it was.
“We haven’t been spotted yet move back into the woods a little.” ordered Brittana.
It then just came to Zehark that she was high ranking in at least this part of the group. All the times she was gone he though she was at Ronasones’ house but she was actually with the Rebels of the Forest.
The entire group fell back into the trees and waited until sunset. They were all tense and every few hours two guards would switch positions watching the village from the safety of the trees. The empires troops around the village at least numbered three hundred. Zehark could make out two distinctly large figures in the background which he thought were glaharads. He wondered why they waited to attack the village’s army wasn’t too large and where the third glaharad was. Bored he went up to Furrkialla and Ronasones to talk to them.
“Furrkialla what exactly are the Rebels of the Forest. Trialidon told me they stated one hundred and fifty years ago but why hasn’t Detholisarr destroyed them?”
“I guess I forgot to tell you about them. Please forgive me with these recent events I have forgotten to tell you. First get Trialidon, Shifra, and Deric over here they should also know this story.” replied Furrkialla.
He went and got them they all seemed exited to here this story.
“Well as you know,” Furrkialla began “this group first formed one hundred and fifty years ago. Even though it had rebel in its name it wasn’t exactly a rebellion. Until recently all they did was attack bandits that tried to pillage cities. They chose the name rebels because they were rebelling against the bandits that once roamed this area. Though they received know money from Detholisarr the local villages paid them for killing the bandits. Once all the bandits were destroyed they disappeared for sixty years. With know money from Detholisarr to help them survive the group turned into the thing they once tried to eliminate.
“There still was one great difference. We paid back the stolen money with goods like food or weapons. About fifty years ago Detholisarr decided to tell the public we still excited and that we were as well bandits. Our base is about one hundred miles away but he has never found it. If people are running from him they go there. Though they don’t know where it is we have people station in Jagosinar and surrounding villages to tell them. It was only in the last twenty years we became a true rebellion. I was in it since its beginning I helped found it. You could have imaged a bandits surprise when they saw a wyvern fly down on them.”
“If you just became a true rebellion couldn’t have Detholisarr destroyed you by now?” said Deric.
“Yes, he has attacked us sixteen, ten, and four years ago but we had the dragons help to defeat his forces. We are just lucky that he only brought a couple hundred troops each time. We were actually planning to invade Jagosinar soon to claim new territory. Although our group is small they dragons aid us with one hundred thousand of their troops. That could be the reason why so many of his men are here. But how he found out I don’t know.” said Ronasones.
“A traitor most likely.” said Brittana.
“Who would betray us though? Even if there was a traitor Detholisarr would kill them as soon as he saw them because he would know they were part of the rebellion.”
“What has the rebels done against him?” asked Shifra who now seamed mildly interest in the conversation.
“We attack his tax collectors that come by usually. I my self have killed twenty of those heartless scum. Also like Furrkialla said we help people who are on the run we also attack slavers and free the slaves who most of the time join us.” said Vappaproditor.
“Ronasones what is your rank in the rebel group?” asked Zehark.
“I’m its leader, Furrkialla is second in command.”
“Yes I have been second in command for a while but I have no whish to lead it.” Furrkialla replied.
“How many people are in it?” asked Deric.
“Three thousand but only one thousand and ninety are fighters the rest of the fighters are back at base.”
“Its getting dark out we should be moving.” said Ronasones.
They got up and so did everyone behind. They went back in position and descended the hill. They cut across the field separating the forest from the city. Guards were walking up and down the borders of the village not letting anyone out or any one in.
Silver flare stopped he was in a position of attack snarling off into the distance. They all stopped to look at the wolf. It turned around to them and continued to growl. Four of the growls sounded like “Retreat,” “Ambush,” “Soldiers,” “Kill,”
“Somebody shut that wolf up!” yelled someone “Its going to get us caught.”
A whizzing sound was heard in the air and an arrow struck him in the chest. Zehark heard a scream from behind and Ranfumos sped off toward the forest. Everyone else got in battle possession as more arrows came there way. Silver flare bolted off toward the direction the arrows were fired. The next thing they heard was a scream of pain and more growls.
Everyone else rushed the enemies but the guards around the village came their way to help their comrades. Zehark, Trialidon, and Shifra ran to the back. He stabbed an archer in the back and took the arrows. He took out his bow and started to fire. Trialidon and Deric defended him so the enemies couldn’t reach him.
He shot at a solder with two short swords. Each arrow was blocked and the man charged him. Deric attacked the man from behind but his axe was blocked. Trialidon dove at the man but he was too blocked.
“Ah Curscad I always hoped some of you were left so I can test my strength against you.” he said that attacked.
It was hard to see and Zehark shot two allies by mistake so he put his bow away. He grabbed his sword and rushed into the fray. All of his blows were blocked but he managed to break a man’s arm.
“Pull back, Pull back retreat to the trees.” shouted Ronasones.
They all ran toward the trees. Trialidon, Furrkialla, and Shifra flew back and the wyverns carried back some of the injured.
“Archers to the trees!” shouted Ronasones.
Once they reached the forest the archers scrambled to the trees. Zehark wondered if he should get in the trees but decide to fight on the ground.
“Wait where is the enemy why haven’t they followed us into the forest?” said Brittana.
An explosion of fire came from behind her and she was blasted back. She got up badly injured but the person next to her did not. The archers turned around in their trees and everyone else stared in that direction.
“Well I hit at least one of those fools.” said a cool voice.
Detholisarr walked toward them with many troops behind him. The two glaharads were at his left and right. He lowered his hand and stared at them a cruel dark smile was etched into his face.
“So it is true. Two more Curscads live. How I loved hunting your kind oh how much I’ve missed seeing your bodies collapse beneath my blade.” he sneered.
“Detholisarr why have you come here.” said Furrkialla his voice had a lot of familiarity in it.
“Why should a man of my stature have to reply to a being as low as you are? Now we have you surrounded and outnumbered surrender if you wish to live. Or fight if you wish to die.”
Ronasones looked back at everyone else they all nodded. “The rebels of the Forest shall never surrender to you Detholisarr.” he replied drawling his sword.
“Very well then yours lives are forfeited. Garzenza, Fyontas leave us go back to the village and guard it when the dragons arrive come back only then. Yes you fools I do know you plan on dragons coming. Now everyone else attack.” he ordered.






















CHAPTER 7
DRAGONS OF THE CRYSTAL MOUNTAINS

All of Detholisarr troops attacked. The rebels were no match for them. After only a few minutes only ten people lived Zehark, Deric, Silver Flare, Ronasones, Brittana, Glahilead, Trialidon, Shifra, Furrkialla, and Vappaproditor. They all tried to walk back but were tightly enclosed in a circle. Zehark was amazed he and Deric lived most of the people who died tried to keep them alive. He even noticed that Silver Flare backed up and didn’t charge.
“How pathetic in a few short minutes I have the part of the rebellion at its knees. Now who to kill first? Then again I’ve always loved torture I think that will be what I do.”
“You will never capture us alive Detholisarr.” yelled Zehark.
“Big words from one who deserves death. Well I guess if you wish I can kill you. Listen up men kill these fools take no prisoner.” Detholisarr ordered.
The enemies started to close in it seamed to Zehark they were closing in on them slowly to saver their victory. Then when they were no more than seven steps away a trail of fire struck some of the enemy. A large dragon descended from the sky and about five thousand behind it.
None of the enemy soldiers left though, each man stood their ground. Soon the entire area of forest around them was in flames. Detholisarr stared at one of the dragons with hatred in his eyes. He grabbed his sword and attacked.
A silver dragon that was slightly taller than Zehark landed in front of Ronasones. The men and dragons were still fighting and the two glaharads returned on an unknown signal.
“You nine leave let us handle this go north we will met you on the way.”
“What about you they have glaharads with them.” said Ronasones.
“Don’t worry about us we have come so you survive. Flee go north we will try to hold them off.”
Ronasones nodded then said to the others “Retreat pull back.” It seamed that Silver Flare knew what he meant because he darted of with them. However, unknown to them Detholisarr broke ranks and followed them.
They reached the building to get the horses and heard “So you still wish to escape. Licitania ge zonea!” shouted Detholisarr. Something flew out of his hand and I struck the building. It fell apart into molten rock slowly expanding and everything inside it was destroyed.
“I can’t believe you Curscads have been living here for all these years and I haven’t known. The fools in the village will be punished more for hiding you.”
“Don’t punish them they had know idea we excited.” said Trialidon.
“Silence you stupid Curscad I don’t have to listen to the likes of you. And yes the villagers knew about you, but they this chose not to attack.”
“Quit your blabbering and attack us already unless you plan on boring us to death.” said Vappaproditor.
“Never insult me fool!” yelled Detholisarr who rushed Vappaproditor.
They each exchanged sword clashes and Detholisarr’s eyes gleamed in delight at fighting someone. Shifra blasted fire at him but he dodged it. Zehark started to attack but Vappaproditor yelled “Back he is mine to kill!”
More running was heard and ten enemy soldiers entered the area. Each fled from the dragons and more men were behind them. Two men were running behind them one was on fire and screaming. Behind him a red dragon set out another jet of fire and finished him off.
The dragon’s eyes were as red as its ruby hide and its claws were wet with blood. It was the same height as Shifra. Behind it came a blue dragon just slightly larger that the red one.
Brittana sword glanced of a man’s armor. He charged at her but she sidestepped. She swung her sword back and struck him in the head. Glahilead was fighting a person with an axe he was to fast for the slower weapon to hit. He sliced his sword though the man’s chest and turned to fight more people.
Not paying attention Zehark blocked a sword that was just about to hit his head. He sliced at the enemy’s chest but it was too blocked. Both of them were had their swords locked and Zehark didn’t have enough strength to hold on. He jumped back but the sword grazed his chest. He ran for the trees with the enemy right behind him. Luckily for him everyone else was occupied fighting more soldiers. He threw a stick at the man but he blocked it with ease then rushed Zehark. Zehark parried a blow but was then sliced in the leg.
A claw ripped threw the man’s chest and Zehark looked up to see Furrkialla. The wyvern appeared to be only slightly injured.
“Furrkialla, sir,” said the blue dragon “General Plasmith told us to tell you to retreat we will handle Detholisarr.”
“We can’t Equinox you came to help so we will stay and fight.”
“No he gave us orders to go with you and lead you to the capital.”
“Then you’ll have to wait until these enemies are dead, tell me how is Jagosinar.”
“They burnt it to the ground half of the villagers are dead. The ones that are left are working on its reconstruction. From what I can tell there turning it into a fort. Stone walls are being built around it.”
“That’s not good. How is Quasar doing?” Furrkialla asked.
“She is here with us right now. General Plasmith made her come for the trip but, I don’t think he had any attentions of her being in the fighting.” replied Equinox.
“So it seams you know your fighting but can you handle my magic traitor?” said Detholisarr.
“Try your best Detholisarr I know about many different types of magic.” replied Vappaproditor.
“Senotag!” shouted Detholisarr.
Vappaproditor duck and a bolt of ice struck the still advancing molten rock. It froze in ice it shimmered like millions of diamonds in the glowing fire around it. The remnants of the upstairs froze while melting giving it a shimmering waterfall like appearance.
Their swords clashed in midair Vappaproditor swung at Detholisarr’s leg but it was blocked.
Ronasones ran up from behind Detholisarr but his blow was blocked and Detholisarr swung his sword fast enough to send Vappaproditor’s sword flying. He retreated with Detholisarr right behind him. He hit Vappaproditor in the side of his head making him fall to the ground. Ronasones horse came running through the trees and charged Detholisarr and tried to kick him but Detholisarr struck the horse’s stomach and it collapsed. They other two horses already fled when the dragons appeared.
“Furrkialla, Trialidon, Shifra, Equinox, Quasar flee take the others and go. Don’t worry about me. Go north east to the dragon capital they will know what to do.” yelled Ronasones.
“Are you mad you’ll just get yourself killed!” yelled Trialidon.
“Don’t care just go. He is the last enemy in this area go before the ones at the entrance of the forest arrive.” he shouted.
“I don’t know about you but I’m not carrying any of them on my back. Maybe the wolf but not humans.” said Shifra as she flew off.
“Shifra get back here. I’ll deal with her later. Listen everyone retreat.” Furrkialla shouted.
Detholisarr paid know mind to them he was focused on fighting Ronasones. Detholisarr tried to run toward the wyvern but Ronasones blocked his path. He swung at Ronasones head but the blow was parried.
Deric was still fighting two enemies on was missing an arm and the other was also injured. Furrkialla clawed both of them and landed next to Deric.
He got down low enough for him to get on, “Come ride we need to escape.”
“Know I couldn’t.” he replied.
“Fine them I’ll do it for you.” The wyvern said and grabbed Deric with his claws and threw him on his back.
He took of into the air and Trialidon was right next to him. Zehark was holding onto one of the wyvern’s neck spikes so hard that blisters were starting to form. The red dragon whose name was Quasar was holding onto the unconscious body of Vappaproditor and also his sword. Brittana jumped on top of the dragon and Glahilead went on Equinox. Equinox tried to pick up Silver flare but he jumped onto the dragons back and curled up on the part of his back in between his wings in front of Glahilead.
Equinox started to fly off when he heard someone yell “No! Wait!” Ranfumos came running while holding some of the sacs. He threw them and Equinox- who was hovering in midair- caught two of them in his mouth. He was still flying when Ranfumos jumped and crabbed onto his foot. He managed to get himself up and put his arms around the dragon’s leg. The third sac was hanging out of his left hand.
Detholisarr managed to push back Ronasones when Equinox got over the trees. His face turned red with rage and he charged Ronasones. He blocked a blow to his head but was hit in the leg. He jumped onto a log and cut down at Detholisarr’s head. He blocked the blow and parried another. He jumped back and threw his sword at Ronasones. He jumped off the sword but was hit in the arm.
Ronasones rushed Detholisarr with his sword out but Detholisarr yelled “Mosateun ge salvoin.” Ronasones sword shattered into millions of pieces. None of the metal fragments hit anyone. He ran off but Detholisarr decided not to pursue him.
He looked around the battle field and walked up to an injured man. He grabbed the man’s sword and said “How pathetically weak you fools are. You should be lucky that I your lord and master am ending your pathetic worthless life.” then he stabbed the man in the chest.
Another man walked up to him, he was too injured but not that bad. He covered up his wound so Detholisarr wouldn’t see. His sword was soaked in blood and his face was smeared with it a cut ran down the right side of his face..
“My lord what will you have me do.” he said bowing down.
“Good Eris, you at least managed to live. Go back to the village make sure the troops are working those inbreeds dusk to dawn. Tell Garzenza to follow them and that their headed to the dragon land. He hasn’t had a decant meal in ages. He’ll love fresh food.”
“Yes my lord.” replied Eris he got up and left for the village.
The fire burned itself out in a few hours. The entire village of Jagosinar had been burned down now the villagers were being forced to work on building a wall of stone around the village’s perimeter. Only part of the first layer has been lain down yet. Not a single building of the original village remained. All the animals and over half of the citizens perished in the flames. The remaining people were forced into slave labor.
Eris headed over to the village. The fighting was done and corpses littered the ground. He himself who was an expert dragon slayer killed one hundred dragons in his life so far none of them in war they were ones he met. Once he reached the ruins he saw the total desolation that was caused. He saw a six year old boy carrying rocks over to help with the wall. The rock weighed fifty pounds and the boy dropped it on his foot.
“Fool pick it up now. Lord Detholisarr demands this to be complete soon.” Halthin shouted.
“Halthin let me settle this.” muttered Eris.
“What but I, yes sir.” he replied.
“Here let me take that.” said Eris picking up the rock. “Find your parents and go north. It’s the dragon land its safe.”
The child started to cry and ran off but Eris wasn’t sure if he was going to his parents. Eris went up to the wall and dropped the stone in front of someone.
“Sarthes, why are you making a six year old do this.” ordered Eris.
“You do not have the authority to question me Eris. Besides Lord Detholisarr wants this done as fast as possible even if we do need sacrifices.” replied Sarthes.
“Well anyway where is Garzenza?”
“I’m right here sir.” replied a massif glaharad. Its scales were a deep brown and its eyes were as black as coal.
“Good, Garzenza how would like a feast. The Curscads are heading to the dragon land. And Lord Detholisarr wants you to go there, follow the Curscads.”
Great pleaser formed in Garzenza’s eyes. The last meal he had was ten years ago and it wasn’t a descent one either. He craved for food he only got scraps form Detholisarr and humans wouldn’t fill him up.
“When should I leave sir.” he replied.
“Now but don’t let them know your there yet. Make it a... surprise.”
Garzenza stared at him in disappointment. He has been longing for food for ages. He flapped his mighty wings and flew into the sky. He headed north to the mountains. His eyes burned with hunger.
“Pathetic they do everything we tell them don’t they?” said Sarthes not really talking to anyone.

Thank you. I got the name of my rp character from him as you can probably tell lol but Equinox (the rp ones) past is more like another dragon character that gets introduced later. Their personality though are very simaler except for the fact the book Equinox doesn't have a rider he wants to kill.

Yeah he is a somewhat important character. I'm not sure how important yet butr he will play a larger role in the fith and sixth book then he does in the first and second,

I may post some more later... I will probably wait a few chapters and then post I may go in order I;m not sure.

ok hmmm I can't wait untill I get to the first battle. I'll probably post the battle or when the first character dies.

I'll give you a hint you have met him.

Nowell a human does die but the chances are this isn't the death I'm talking about where a human dies. (If that doesn't make anysence no.)

Who are your favorite characters?

Yes it is one of them.

Hmmmmmmmm perhaps although I like to keep people waiting. Lets see here it is between 1 and 4

Yes the chances are he will be the first to die. And yes Deric is the other main carry.

I'm not sure if I'm going to have him die in the first or second book though. Probably the first but I'm not sure.

ok Thank you I'll think about that.

ok. Oh and I lied the next chapter I am posting is not a battle or a carry's death. This chapter was slightly rushed so I will probably end up editing it later.

CHAPTER 11
The Last Wyvern Egg

When Zehark woke up the next day the sun was high in the sky. He went downstairs and made some bacon to eat and he gave some to Silver Flare. The wolf engulfed the bacon swiftly and Zehark gave both of them some more. He wondered if any of the people would care if he let Silver Flare run around the city. He opened the door but the wolf just went outside to go to the bathroom and came back in.
Zehark closed the door and heard barking from behind it. He opened the door and Silver Flare bolted out of it. Stupid wolf thought Zehark. Zehark walked to the downtown of the city and to his surprise saw Deric. He was talking to a person he didn’t recognize.
Deric walked away from the person and saw Zehark. “Where have you been Zehark?” he asked.
“Sleeping.” Zehark replied.
“Well took you long enough. Where did you go yesterday I saw and Furrkialla return at about elven at night?”
“”We need to get out of the down town it would be better if we aren’t over heard. I didn’t do anything stupid but the person I am talking about doesn’t like to be seen.”
“Ok?” replied Deric sounding confused.
They walked to the edge of the city and near a group of trees. The trees looked very healthy even though they were below the ground. It seemed that the rebels had managed to raise a small forest under the soil.
“Any way,” began Zehark “Last night I went into a house I thought was abandoned but it wasn’t. An old guy named Jake lives there. Apparently he stole something from the rebels. Furrkialla told me about his past and how his wife died and he went into magic study.”
“That’s odd but something else must be bothering him because would you really think someone would not want to be seen because of that?”
“Well maybe he doesn’t want to draw attention to himself because of it. He seemed odd when I met him he didn’t want anything to do with me or anyone else.”
“That could just be because you trespassed into his house.” guessed Deric.
“Well it’s not my fault the house looks like it has been abandoned.”
“What is it as bad as any of the ones in Jagosinar?”
“No, I guess it’s not that bad but, well, fine I probably wouldn’t have gone in but fortunately Vappaproditor didn’t see me.”
“Well I guess you’re lucky about that. Can we go back to the city now I need to buy something?” said Deric.
“Yeah that was all I had to tell you. I didn’t want anyone else to hear because Jake and Furrkialla said he didn’t want anyone to visit him.”
They both returned to the city which was crowded in the afternoon. People went in and out of different buildings and were talking with each other. Zehark and Deric went to a store that was small. Inside it were things such as an anvil and furnish to melt metal.
“Why did you have come here?” asked Zehark.
“To get money I made a bet with someone yesterday. I’ll give them all my money if that large chunk of metal breaks and if it doesn’t I get five times as much as I have right now.”
“How can you be sure your right?”
“Trialidon told me to take it and I trust him. Well I hope that he is right if he isn’t he owes me my money back. Stupid wyvern.”
“Well while we wait for them to test it have you seen Silver Flare? I let him out and I can’t find him?” asked Zehark.
“No, I haven’t seen him but I sure heard him last night. What was he howling about?”
“I don’t know but did you listen to it? It seemed like a song.”
“Odd well I guess your right it didn’t sound at all like a normal wolf’s howl.”
“What kind of metal is it and if it can’t break why does the blacksmith have it?” asked Zehark.
“I mean by non magic means. And from what I have heard it’s called Quintarium Matroxciede and its one of the hardest metal in the world.” said Deric.
Zehark stared at the metal lump. It was about five feet by seven feet and was incredibly light for its size. It had the color of iron but was much stronger, lighter and more durable. It would take centuries to rust and that’s only if you reduced it to a few atoms thick.
“What’s it used for?” asked Zehark
“Weapons and armor once we finally figure out how to break it. I pity the fool who betted with your friend he will be losing so much money. This stuff should rival the equipment Detholisarr uses.” said the blacksmith.
“Is it thicker than dragon scales?” asked Zehark.
“If it wasn’t I wouldn’t keep trying to break the dang thing. I no, I need magic to break it but I’m not too good at magic. I keep training but I’m better at being a blacksmith.”
The door opened and a man walked in. He was short but had a muscular appearance. Scares ran up and down his entire body. He walked up to them and grabbed the piece of metal and tried to break it with his hands.
“I knew he would do that he may be a good soldier but he is as rude as a bull. Oh well he will never break it so don’t worry.” the blacksmith told Deric.
“Yeah I will just give me some time. After all I am the strongest man in the army.”
“I doubt that!” shouted a woman “Vappaproditor and Ronasones are both better then you are.”
“I said strongest not best sword fighter.” shouted the man.
After about fifteen minuets he slammed the metal on the ground and stomped up to Deric. He glared at him “Here is you money you probably though used magic to hold it together but I will be nice and still give it to you.” He pulled out his wallet and through the coins and Deric and stormed out of the blacksmith.
“Well I guess I couldn’t expect that much from him could I.” said Deric.
“Don’t worry from what I have heard he always does that. He hates to loose he claims the only reason why the rebellion has lasted so long is because of his own skill. What an ignorant fool if it wasn’t for the dragons we would have been crushed by now.” replied the woman.
“Why hasn’t Detholisarr attacked the dragons yet if they are the only ones keeping the rebellion alive?” asked Zehark.
“I’m not sure about that but I can expect he will soon especially after the attack of Jagosinar failed.” she replied.
“Why haven’t the rebels gone to the Crystal Mountain Range if it is too dangerous here?”
“Because we help people who want to escape from Detholisarr. I know that both of you are from Razada but you should know by not what he has done.”
“We know a little of it but not much. All we know is that he kills people and keeps making our taxes go higher and higher.” replied Deric.
“Well those aren’t all of the horrors he bestows on his people. Well I am sorry but I must go it was nice talking to you to.” She replied and left the black smith.
“Well we should get going to by.” said Deric as he and Zehark both left after they picked up the money.
Zehark walked toward the town edge as he and Deric went to find Silver Flare. They knew he wouldn’t harm anyone but it wouldn’t be a good idea to let a wild wolf roam around the city.
“Deric you said you saw Trialidon yesterday do you know where he is. I’m surprised he hasn’t came here.” said Zehark.
“Yes but it was back there I don’t even know if he actually lives here. I hope they don’t leave to go the Crystal Mountain Range soon because I want to go.” replied Deric.
“Well you heard Vappaproditor we have to join the army and I don’t really feel much like fighting.”
“Maybe we could convince Furrkialla to let us go. Or Ronasones. When do you plan on going back to that old guy’s house?”
“How did you know I was planning that?” demanded Zehark.
“Zehark I have known you for sixteen years so I know most of the time what you are planning.”
“Probably tonight. Even though he said he would tell the leaders of the rebellion I doubt he actually will after all according to Furrkialla he hasn’t left that place for years.”
They walked toward the outskirts of the city. Beyond it were mainly piles of soil where no grass or trees grew. They weren’t sure on how far it extended by they could guess it went on for awhile. They saw a hazy outline of a building so they went toward it. It was large and made of stone. It looked odd standing so far away from the rest of the city with only soil around it.
They reached the building and forgot about Silver Flare until they saw him running up to them with a dead bird in his mouth. He stopped in front of him and ate his meal. It didn’t take him long to eat it and he followed the humans to the door of the building.
The door was made of birch wood and the handle was steel. They opened the door and they saw many people walking around. There were seven different ways to go through and people were coming in and out of each passage way. Most people were carrying around weapons and others went up to a counter where they were talking to someone behind it.
On each of the passage ways it had a sign. One said ‘training ground’ the others were ‘healer’, ‘cafeteria’, ‘armory’, ‘army supply room’, ‘treasury’, and ‘strategy room’. The signs were nailed onto the walls. They both approached the front counter and waited for the line to be gone.
“What do you two want today.” asked the person kindly.
“We’re just wondering what this place is we only arrived here yesterday.” replied Deric.
“I’m sorry but this is the headquarters of the army and if you have no business here I suggest that you leave.”
“Do you know were Furrkialla or Trialidon are we need to talk to them.”
“No I don’t know where they are but I know they never came in here.”
Zehark didn’t believe him but left anyway with Deric. He wondered if people didn’t trust him because he and Deric were part of Razada before Jagosinar was invaded. They headed back to the city with Silver Flare next to him. They heard the flapping of wings and looked up. Trialidon and Equinox were flying toward them.
“About time I found you two,” said Trialidon “I expected you to be back in the downtown of the city.”
“We were but left after Deric won a bet with someone.” replied Zehark.
“See I was right wasn’t I Deric. Anyway you two need to come with me and Equinox Silver Flare can come also if he wants to.”
“Why?”
“It’s about what we are going to do once we get to the Crystal Mountain Range. Because we failed to take over Jagosinar Detholisarr will probably attack us and we may need to retreat the rebellion there if he is.”
“Why must we come? We don’t have any plans on joining the army.” said Zehark.
“It doesn’t matter you two just came here yesterday and they need to know what are planning to do. If you want we will let you go back into Razada.” replied Equinox.
“Where are we going?”
“To where we first came in and where you talked to Vappaproditor”
Zehark and Deric followed them as they walked to the entrance of the rebel base. When they arrived there he was Furrkialla, Ronasones, Vappaproditor, Brittana, Ranfumos, Shifra, and Quasar. They were all seated in chairs and the dragons and wyvern were in specially designed ones for them. There were two extra chairs for Zehark and Deric and a space for Trialidon and Equinox to sit.
“So do you two know why you are here?” asked Ronasones.
“Yes, Equinox said something about going to the Crystal Mountain Range.” replied Zehark.
“Good well as you should know after the attack we plan on moving the rebels to the mountains. We think there is a spy and Detholisarr may know where our base is now.” said Ronasones.
“I thought only the army was going to the mountains.”
“We were but now that we know Detholisarr probably found out about us it would be safer to move there. We will be under even more protection by the dragons and we should be safe from attack. And because we made you come here after we fled Jagosinar you have the choice to leave us or stay here.”
“We’ll stay.” they both said.
“How are you going to mover everything to the mountains?” asked Deric.
“More dragons will be coming to help with that.” said Quasar.
“Because you two are staying you won’t be going to the Crystal Mountain Range until the dragons get here. Which will be in about a week.” replied Ronasones.
“Why can’t we come with you? We fought in the battle of Jagosinar it wasn’t much but we did. And we want to see the dragon’s territory.” said Deric.
“You will come there eventually but only the army can go now.” replied Furrkialla.
Zehark didn’t say anything but he wanted to go there at any coast. He knew they would go eventually but he decided it may be possible to go with. It would just be very hard. If he took Silver Flare the wolf mt make it easer for him or Deric to be caught.
“What are you going to do there?” asked Deric.
“Do you really think we could tell you that? What we are doing is secret we don’t want the enemy to be informed.” snapped Vappaproditor.
“We won’t tell anyone.”
“It doesn’t matter Deric Shifra, Quasar, and I don’t even know what there doing we’re only going because Equinox lives there and Shifra and I have friends there.” said Trialidon.
“I thought you two were in the army?” said Zehark.
“No we’re not I may join eventually but I doubt Shifra will.”
“I may but I see know need to.” replied Shifra.
“Come on Shifra this better not turn into a debate if humans are stupid or not.” muttered Trialidon.
“Well anyway you two may leave now. We will tell you when we’re leaving and if you are looking for us we live near the north edge of the city.” replied Ronasones.
They all left the room and Zehark and Deric found Silver Flare curled up next to a large barrel. His blue eyes gazed at them in wonder as if he were trying to tell them something.
They walked back and Silver Flare ran around barking at birds and squirrels. Zehark wondered how animals could survive down here he guessed there was a ventilation system that let air pass through. It was dark outside the perfect time for some mischief making. They went back to Zehark’s house and Silver Flare stared at them wanting to come. They closed the door and Zehark led they way to Jake’s house.
“So you really think this is a good idea Zehark? We could get in a lot of trouble if we get caught?” asked Deric.
“It should be fine he won’t tell anyone and we’re not going to take anything. I just want to find out what he took.” Zehark replied.
They walked toward Jakes house. Deric was amazed that he didn’t notice the house earlier. Zehark walked up to the door and opened it. He saw know one on the main floor so he guessed Jake was in the upstairs.
“This place is odd. I can’t believe that some one lives here.” said Deric.
“I know but what I saw of the upstairs wasn’t as bad so maybe he usually stay up there.” replied Zehark.
They walked toward the stairs going around the trash and other things on the ground. They walked toward the stairs and climbed up them. The stairs squeaked loudly and they knew that someone must have heard them. When Zehark got to the top of the stairs he looked around and saw know one. The upstairs of the house was clean and a small table sat near a wall.
A chair was next to it and there were in total six rooms. Zehark heard Deric move behind him and they continued to walk down the hall. They were both surprised that know one had heard the noise they made. They went up to the first room and the door was closed. They went further up the hallway but all the doors were close.
Behind them Zehark heard a door slam open and a voice shouted “You again! I thought I told you not to come back and you even bring another person with you!” shouted Jake.
Zehark and Deric both whipped around Jake was glaring at them and he was holding onto a small knife. They wondered where he came from all the doors were still closed and they didn’t see him downstairs.
“I’m sorry sir but I dropped something in here last night and we came back to get it.” said Zehark.
“Well you didn’t dome all the way up here and I didn’t move anything last night so go downstairs and get it then leave!” shouted Jake.
“Ok but can I ask you something first. Furrkialla told me about something after I left your house and I wanted to ask you about it.”
“Furrkialla so that old fool is still alive. He and the rest of these rebels are all mad! Their all doomed we can’t win the war.!” shouted Jake.
“He didn’t say anything about the war he just said not to bother you and that you don’t like to talk to people.”
“Wee he’s right now get out!”
“He told me why you don’t want to talk to anyone and that you stole something from the rebels. I’m not here to take it I just want to know why you never came back.” said Zehark.
“Well what happened and what he said was way before your time so be quiet and get out of here.” said Jake.
“Zehark told me what happened last night and I don’t think anyone cares about the crimes you have committed in the past anymore. Sure you were disliked for it then but now they have forgiven you. I talked to the blacksmith he says he still remembers you.” said Deric.
“Furrkialla put you two to this didn’t he. The wyvern he would do anything for a friend in need he told me about the time when he was forced to go with the retreating wyverns when his wife was shot down by archers.”
“Yeah so uhh we will be going now.” said Zehark.
“You two aren’t going anywhere! Especially after you trespassed into my house again.” shouted the old man. “Now what was the real reason you two came here.”
“To find what you took from the rebels. We’re not trying to take it back we just want to know what it was.” replied Zehark.
“Furrkialla that dumb wyvern I knew he would try to get it back someway. Well I see know point in it hasn’t hatched yet it will probably never hatch. I see know point in it anyway we can’t win this was. After all it’s my fault at what happened.” said Jake.
“No, it isn’t you couldn’t have let her live if you were in the army or not. I’m not saying if you did the right thing or not but it not your fault.”
“How would you know that if I wasn’t so wrapped up in my foolish pride? Now look what at what I have done. I killed people because of my own ignorance.”
“Stop dwelling on your past. Remember it but don’t dwell on it. You have done stupid things in the past but come out of hiding. I’m not sure about you or Zehark but I can barely stand the smell in here.” said Deric.
“It was always like this you just have to get used to it. Any way what is the point we are all doomed. They are fools to think they can kill Detholisarr fools!” shouted Jake. “Now so you two finally get out of my house follow me I’ll give the dang thing. It makes no difference the embryo is dead.”
Jake stormed off into a room and grabbed something. When he approached them again his whole attitude changed. “The hatchling in it may be dead but it can still be of use do not let this get into enemy hands.”
“What is it?” asked Zehark.
“The last wyvern egg. Well that we know of anyway. Now listen you two I don’t want you ever coming back in here again but listen. I’m old way older then you but I really want Detholisarr to be dead before I die. I spent most of my life fighting him and my wife died while I was at battle. So promise me you will kill him soon.”
Before they could reply he went into his room and closed the door they stared therein silence. They knew what they held in their hands but like Jake found know used to it.
“What should we do wit hit?” asked Deric.
“Give it to Furrkialla probably.” replied Zehark.

There is a small problem I don't even know what color the egg is going to be lol.

Mabey a girl but I'm not sure yet but if or when it does hatch it woun't be in the first book.

This is my first large battle chapter so if something is wrong with it please tell me ecause I have never really done a war chapter before.

Chapter 19
Blood Stained Ice

Zehark and Deric ducked as Quasar and Equinox blasted into the air. An arrow landed right in the snow next to Zehark. He rose up as he and Deric went toward the direction of the arrows, Silver Flare had already gone. The snow was still bad as it blew through the air, but it was at least easier to see. Behind them people who couldn’t fight had scrambled into the carts. Zehark saw more people coming at them from the south. He couldn’t tell, but with them and the archers their seemed to be at least one hundred.
More arrows came through the air and one grazed Zehark on his side. He grabbed his sword and ran north to try and get behind the archers. Deric was next to him and they had no idea where Silver Flare had run off to. He saw a man nock an arrow in front of him. He charged him, but another man with a sword attacked Zehark.
He parried the sword stroke and sliced at the man’s head. It was possible, but still difficult to see in the snow. Zehark wondered with the fighters getting up close if the archers would not shoot arrows in fear of hitting their allies. Zehark ducked under the sword and struck up at the man hitting him in the chest. He rolled out of the way before Zehark could finish him. The man tried to get off the ground, but Zehark stabbed him in the back.
To Zehark’s dismay the archers were aiming up into the air at the dragons. And it seemed even more reinforcements were coming from the direction they would have been heading in. The archers arrows were tipped with a metal that could easily puncture armor and dragon hide. Sword and pike men would protect the archers. Some soldiers had huge sword that seamed to be of a different color than most other metal. They were the dragon slayers. They tried to lure dragons to the ground and attack. They were trained specifically at dragon killing.
Behind them the people from the south were trying to raid the carts. Men were next to them trying to defend them. One of the horses was slashed free and it ran around ramped trampling a man to death. One of the carts was toppled over spilling everything out of it. A man was crushed as the cart fell on him. The horses that were tied to it were released before it fell over and they ran around the battle field with the other horse.
An archer aimed his bow right up at Quasar. He pulled back his arrow string, but was tackled to the ground. Silver Flare jumped on his back and wash slashing at his neck. The man tried to fight the wolf off, but Silver Flare put a deep gash through his neck. The wolf rose off the ground and quickly jumped away from a man’s sword. He jumped into the air caught the man on the side of the head. They both fell into the snow. The man was first to rise, but was smashed in the back by Deric’s axe.
Equinox dodged a volley of arrows one sinking into his wing. He looked down and dove for a man who tried to escape. Equinox picked him up and threw him into the air. The man fell and was impaled on a large sharp rock that was jetting out of the snow. A few yards from him a dragon with many arrows in its stomach fell to the ground. It snapped and blasted fire at enemies who were too close to it. A dragon slayer came up to the dragon and duck under its claw then rushed up to its head and struck it in the neck.
Zehark charged at a man who was headed toward one of the carts people were on. He slashed the man in the back and he fell limp. Zehark turned around to protect the cart from any would-be attackers. A few more people both humans and dragons joined them. One of the horses was charging around madly. A man was surprised by it and was trapped under the horses stampeding hooves. Its hooves collided with his armor eventually killing him.
Zehark heard screaming behind him and looked around. One of the guards was killed and soldiers climbed into the back of the cart. Zehark ran to the back and jumped into it as the man started killing civilians. Zehark punched the man in the neck and slashed him in the back with his sword. The man whipped around and struck Zehark in the chest with the flat of his sword. Zehark broke his fall and struck at the man. He jumped at Zehark to push him off the cart. He grabbed the man’s arm and then crashed into the snow both trying to get the upper hand of each other.
Their swords fell into the snow so the man punched Zehark in the face. Blood was coming from his lip and he kicked the man in the ribs. A sword came through the soldier’s neck and he fell dead. One of the people on the cart jumped off and grabbed Zehark’s sword to kill the man. Zehark nodded then took his sword back.
Zehark whipped the blood from his face. The battlefield was getting much easier to see now. The blizzard was clearing into a light snow fall. Even with the chill he was still sweating. He whipped his bloody sword on the snow and observed the battle. They were being attacked from the south and the west. The majority of the horses have been killed one was running wild and three were panicking trying to escape their reigns.
Many humans and dragons already lay dead. Most of the dead dragons had arrows coming from them along with slash marks. The once white snow was now becoming red. Zehark ran back onto the cart and grabbed his bow and arrows. He was going to take down some of the archers. From what he could tell they were doing the most damage to the dragons, and because the archers were being defended others with out bows couldn’t get to them easily.

Trialidon was stunned when he heard the man shout attack. It took him a moment to realize the rest of his formation was already going into the air. He flew up to his position and they rushed to the north. He was surprised the enemy attacked from the north, why would they walk around the entire city? They couldn’t have known about the ice wall that was just built to the south, someone must have told them. But how? He saw below as the rebels collided forces with that of Detholisarr’s men. There were thousands of them. Rank upon rank of swords men, archers, pike men, and some men with lances, flails, and to Trialidon’s surprise dwarves were with them. He knew the dwarves were allied with Detholisarr, but he didn’t know why they would march up here with him. Perhaps Detholisarr forced them to it?
To his surprise he thought he saw a man on the ground run south. Trialidon looked down but didn’t have time to see who the man was or what he was doing. His formation along with the northern formations flew over the enemy blasting fire at them. A few of the men were frightened of Trialidon, but none fled. Archers in the back lifted up their bows and fired. The three formations scattered.
Trialidon and Aurois flew behind the enemy ranks. Before any of them knew Trialidon had already killed one man and Aurois had dove into a group of five soldiers and was tearing them to shreds. Trialidon grabbed an archer and threw him into the middle of the enemy’s army. He blasted poison at the back ranks and flew up as twenty swords men surrounded him. His chest was pierced slightly by a pike man.
Aurois grabbed an archer with his mouth and sunk his teeth into the man crushing his skull. He slashed another man through the chest and flew into the air as more people started to surround him. He and Trialidon circled the enemies blasting fire at them along with others of the formation. One dragon flew above an archer and circled him. He blasted fire at the archer. One of the men next to the archer shouted, “Repitor ge siya sion fraza!” The fire -inches from the man’s face- reflected and flew back toward the dragon scorching its head, neck and part of its wings. The dragon crumpled and fell to the snow below.
An arrow bounced of Trialidon’s armor. He flew lower and shot poison out at the archer. He saw the cloud of poison clear right in front of him. He stared at the people below. He dodged out of the way of an ice blast and flew higher. So they must have brought the mages to defend the archers. We need to focus on the mages if we want the archers dead thought Trialidon.
On the ground the fight wasn’t going well. The rebels were greatly outnumbered and they were being forced back into the city. Ronasones ducked under a sword stroke and smacked the man in the chest with his elbow. Then he brought around his sword and killed the man. He moved on to his next victim and stabbed him in the chest.
He blocked a blow to his leg and knocked the enemy’s sword away. He grabbed on to the hilt of the sword and with his own sword stabbed the man in the arm. Ronasones stabbed the man with both swords. He looked up as arrows were fired at the dragons above. He let Glahilead and Vappaproditor run ahead of him. He used the enemies own sword and threw it at an archer. The sword was impaled right in between the man’s eyes.
Vappaproditor stabbed his sword into a man so hard the blade ripped right through him. He pulled out the sword and blocked a blow to his head. Laughing with his face full of joy he knocked a sword out of a soldiers hand and sliced in the chest. He sidestepped a dwarf and blocked his axe. He sliced down then twisted his sword stabbing the dwarf in the back then cleaving it in the head.
Up in the air some dragons flew to the north of the enemy and melted some of the snow. They were trying to make it to slippery for the enemy also they would be knocked to the ground by the force of so much water. The problem was is if they melted too much snow the water could affect their allies. Shifra flew close to the snow and released fire for about twenty feet. The wave of water struck the back line of enemy soldiers some fell to rise know more. The archers in the back line turned around and aimed their bows at her.
Shifra flew up high a few arrows bouncing off her armor and one imbedding into her wing. She blasted fire at them and dodged as the fire stream was blasted back toward her. Next to her she saw Furrkialla and about forty dragons fly down. Furrkialla grabbed his sword and sliced a man in two. Some soldiers fled at the sight of him and his sword.
He and the other dragons flew over the enemy blasting fire at them while Furrkialla used his sword to stab at the enemies below. Aurois dove into a group of soldiers slicing two in half with his claw and setting another three on fire. Shifra and Trialidon flew down next to him to help. Shifra dove at a man and tore him apart the released a fiery torrent on a man who tried to help his comrade.
One man with a great sword jumped on Aurois and started hacking at his armor. He tried to shake him off, but the man was holding to tight and people were slashing at his wings. Trialidon clawed a man in the chest and blasted poison at the man on Aurois. He fell off the dragon dead.
From the east they heard someone -an enemy- shout “Lord Detholisarr’s cavalry has arrived!” They saw from the east hundreds of soldiers upon horse back. Behind them the three glaharads with Detholisarr on top of the middle one He grabbed his sword and waved it through the air. He said some not hearable to the troops already fighting, but the cavalry along with the glaharads stormed into the city.

Zehark readied his bow. He knocked an arrow and aimed careful not to accidentally fire at an alley. He waited patiently for an enemy to get close or for the areas around the archers to get more cleared out. He watched as Quasar and Equinox along with four more dragons tried to halt the enemy’s advance from the south. They rained fire down at the enemy, but it was mostly blocked or reflected my mages. Equinox singled out a mage and dived for him picking him up in his claws and tearing him in two.
One of the dragons landed behind the enemy lines. He clawed at one man slamming him to the ground than stepped on him crushing his back bone. The dragon blasted fire at a man. He fell to the ground and rolled the melting snow putting out his burning body. The dragon was surrounded by soldiers who were either poking at it with pikes or slashing it with swords. The dragon lashed out at a man with its claws, but he dodged out of the way. It tried smashing a man with its tail but he ducked under and slashed a deep wound into its tail.
The dragon reared up and dove at a man. He didn’t try to dodge, but he just lifted up his pike and stabbed the dragon in the heart. The dragon toppled over dead. Quasar landed behind the pike men, but he jumped out of the way as she blasted fire at him. She turned as a man sliced at her leg cracking through her leg armor and it bruised up against her scales. She lashed out at him, but he jumped backwards unknowingly into the jaws of another dragon. The dragon slammed its teeth down on the man’s head and torso and separated them from the rest of the body.
Zehark wasn’t paying attention as a man ran up close to him. Even though Zehark was up on a cart the man could still stab his head or break his bow with his sword. Zehark was about to release the arrow, but the man fell to the ground. Puzzled Zehark looked down and saw that Silver Flare had dove at the man’s legs, and was now slashing through them and the rest of the man.
Zehark focused back on his objective. He pulled back his arrow string and waited. Finally after what seemed like an eternity there was an opening around an archer. He released the string and with a twang the arrow tore away from the bow and flew towards its target. Even with the wind going against the, the arrow didn’t seem to move much at all. It was one of the arrows he found at the building. Zehark guessed that it was made a certain way so that the wind didn’t affect it as much as normal arrows. The arrow struck into the archer’s head and he fell over.
He grabbed another arrow this time a normal one. He adjusted it to count for the wind. He pulled back and fired. This time he wasn’t aiming for an archer, but a mage. The mage noticed the arrow and at the last second and reflected it back toward Zehark. Zehark ducked as the arrow flew aver his head.
He fired a few more arrows back at the enemy then jumped off the cart. He saw Silver Flare tackle a man to the ground. The wolf jumped back as another soldiers stabbed at him. Zehark ran at the soldier as the one on the ground lifted himself up. They clashed swords as Zehark jumped back and parried a blow to his leg. He ducked as a sword swung inches above his head. He was hit in the arm as the second man attacked him as well. He looked for Silver Flare, but the wolf was in the middle of fighting three people at once.
He went to help him, but had to turn around to block a sword to his back. He stabbed one man in the groin then kicked him aside. He struck at the other man’s side, but the blow was blocked. He struck to the left than curved his sword down and stabbed at the man’s leg. He struck him in the thigh then jumped back. The man on the ground rose up, but then fell to the ground again with a thump. A throwing knife was lodged in his head. Zehark stabbed the last man in the heart as he saw Deric run up to him.
They went to help Silver Flare, but Equinox beat them to it. He landed behind one man and slammed him to the ground. Then he blasted fire at an already injured man Silver Flare was fighting. The third man fled back to his allies so he didn’t have to fight four enemies as once.
“Zehark, Deric, are you two doing well?” asked Equinox.
“Enough, my left hand I think is broke so it’s harder to use my axe. I can still use it, but I’m used to using two hands.” replied Deric.
“Don’t worry it will hopefully be over soon. There can’t be too many more of them. The main army is probably at the city. They still outnumber us greatly, but there is still hope.”
“How do you think they knew where to find us?” asked Zehark.
“I don’t know. They may have guessed, a traitor might have told them.”
Equinox had many scratches on his wings. On his neck part of his armor had been broken through and he was still bleeding from it slightly. A long slice ran up his leg. Deric besides his hand, he was limping slightly. His leg wasn’t broken, but it was hit hard. Silver Flare was licking at a wound on his side, and he had a bump on his head.
“How do you think we can win? You and Quasar are the only trained soldiers out of us. The rest were just rained at how to fight now full out war fare.” said Zehark.
“Well with an attitude like that we will loose. Besides think about it. Most people here that are fighting were trained by Ronasones, Furrkialla, General Plasmith, the king, the queen, or Vappaproditor. You may not be in the army, but you and everyone else here are still skilled fighters because they were trained by some of out best warriors. They may not be as good, but we stand some hope. One of the horses that we realized is still alive and it’s still running around like crazy. It has even trampled a few enemy soldiers.” replied Equinox.
“We are still outnumbered though.” protested Zehark.
“Numbers alone won’t win a war or battle Zehark.”
They all went back into battle. It was an odd sight. With not that many soldiers on both sides a few soldiers were fighting each other and the winners would move on to the next group. More humans were dieing than dragons though. Zehark jumped out of the way as the horse ran right past him. He ran over an enemy, but its rampage was stopped when a pike man stabbed it through its throat.
The snow had completely stopped, and now the ground was red and white along with the bodies of the dead and dieing. There was know more snow to cover up the seen of war’s chaos. Weapons also were scattered around the battle field. This would be an odd sight in years to come after the war. People digging through the snow would see a battle preserved beneath it. The bodies of the dead still intact preserved by the cold and ice and the wreckages of carts would be there they would not at all be moldy.
Zehark picked up his sword and went back into the fray. He was getting tired, but fought on. He watched as an arrow flew into the air and hit a dragon in the heart. The dragon plummeted into the snow. The wave of snow blinded the archer and the men around him for a moment. Zehark ran up to them and killed the one he knew was a mage. He was the one who reflected his arrow. He then lashed out at another man, but he blocked the sword. He retreated as the five other men around the archer went toward him. The soldiers wouldn’t follow for far because they didn’t want to leave the archer open.
Deric swung his axe at a man, but his axe was blocked. He was getting used to only using one hand on the axe. After all it was technically a one handed axe he just always used two hands with it. He blocked a sword with the flat part of his axe, and jumped aside. He slashed vertically at the soldiers him putting a deep gash into him. He then raised his axe up and struck the man in the shoulder crushing his arm. The man fell to the ground badly wounded. Deric left he knew the man wouldn’t be able to fight anymore.
Deric walked quietly closer to a soldier fighting a dragon. He was a dragon slayer and he was fighting an already injured dragon. Deric rose up and charged the dragon slayer just had time to look around as Deric’s axe spitted his head. He looked around as he saw three soldiers defeat the rest of the guard at a cart. Deric ran toward the cart. He grabbed a throwing knife and threw it. It hit one of the men in the eye. He threw his last one, but it was dodged. One of the men jumped off to fight him as the second man rummaged through the supplies.

The cavalry charged toward the eastern flank of the rebels. Before they could reach it however, they were met by much of the dragon army. The horses weren’t at all frightened by the dragon army. They stood their grounds as their riders directed them. Arches on horseback aimed up at the dragons to fire arrows at them. Detholisarr jumped to the ground as the glaharads flew into the mass of dragons. Their eyes were full of pleasure; finally they could eat dragon meat, and lots of it.
Garzenza dove at a dragon and sunk his teeth into its back. The dragon roared trying escape it clawed at Garzenza’s legs. Garzenza sunk his teeth lower then bit crunching through armor. He didn’t care if he ate the armor he just wanted the meat of the dragon. The dragon fell limp after Garzenza bit through its back bone. He bit into the dragon again all attempt on eating the whole dragon, armor and all.
“Garzenza, don’t eat them right now. We can wait until the battle is over we have to focus on killing the dragons and Curscads. Wait, we can gorge ourselves on the dead dragons once the battle is over.” said Fyontas eyeing the dragons hungrily.
The three glaharads dove at the dragons as they attempted to blast flames at the cavalry and tear them apart. Halthin who was riding on one of the hoses jumped of and lashed out at a dragon with his razor whip. The sharp edge sunk into the dragon’s side as he tore it back ripping off flesh and armor. The dragon dove for him, but he dodged out of the way flailing his whip again as it struck the dragon in its mouth.
Aquifers dove at the dragon from above and started clawing at it. The dragon turned around and slashed at the glaharad. He bit into the dragon’s claw as it blasted fire at him. The fire just hit his scales doing no damage except for a few minor burns. Aquifers shoved the dragon to the ground and opened its chest.
Eris leapt off his horse and faced a dragon. He wasn’t afraid about doing it himself he was an expert dragon slayer. His sword was curved and large at the top to easily slice through dragon hide as if it were paper. His armor was fire proof. The dragon dove at him and he rolled out of the way. He jumped up and slashed at the dragon as it dove at him.
It knocked him too the ground, but he put a deep wound into its head. It blasted fire at him not know his armor was fire proof. It just splashed across his armor it did know damage, but he could still feel the heat. He slashed the dragon in the leg. Then lifted his sword up and quickly stabbed through the chest and killed the dragon. He went to find another opponent as Garzenza descended next to him. He looked down hungrily at the dead dragon.
“So Garzenza, it seems to be your doing well in this battle. Have you eaten your fill of dragons yet?” Eris asked.
“No, Fyontas said wait until the end of the battle. I can understand why he wants us to, but I can’t help it.” said Garzenza as he started eating the dead dragon.
Eris flinched a little at the sound, but just waited. He knew Garzenza hasn’t eaten in years so he could stand it. He watched the on going battle. He saw one of the two Curscads -he couldn’t tell which one- fly through the air. It had a huge sword in its hands and cleaved one of Detholisarr’s soldiers in two. He wanted to fight that Curscad he thought it may be more difficult with a sword. Garzenza soon finished some of the dragon was still left, but he knew he had to get back to the battle.
“Eris lets go we should get back.” said the glaharad.
“Yes, Razada can’t lose this battle. Nor can us, well more I than you. Don’t let lord Detholisarr know we were taking some time to rest.” replied Eris with some pain in his face.
He and Garzenza went back into battle. They both dove into the ranks of dragons Garzenza with claw and teeth and Eris with the blade. Eris ran to the side and slashed at the dragon’s wing while Garzenza dove to its top and dug his claws deep into its back. It roared as Garzenza bit into its neck and snapped it. He and Eris went off to find some more dragons to fight and kill, and eventually for Garzenza... to eat.
A dragon dove at Fyontas’ underside. It clawed at him and he turned to it. It tried to fly around him, but he lashed out and sunk his claw into its wing. With one of his other claws he clawed into its scales and slammed it into the ground. The dragon tried to escape, but it tore its wing from the rest of its body. It bit at Fyontas’ claw, but he jumped up and tore into its back killing it.
He found Aquifers and they flanked another dragon. Aquifers latched on to its right side while Fyontas onto its left. They sunk their claws and teeth into the dragon and drove it to the ground. They let go at the last second as the dragon smacked into the snow. Aquifers flew down and finished off the dragon biting a large chunk off flesh from it. When the two glaharads flew off the dragon was still alive. The cold bit at its open wound.
Detholisarr shot down a dragon with magic. Another flew at him and he grabbed his sword. He dodged out of they way and slashed at the dragon. It whipped around and dove right at him he lifted his hand and said, “Slinch.” The dragon seemed to be blasted back and blood gushed out of its body, and it fell to the ground dead. Detholisarr looked at the sky, “Mesot eaoh.” He said. The dragon fell toward the ground, but at the last second managed a slight roll. It still hit the ground and was injured badly, but not crushed.
The dragon dove for Detholisarr, but he jumped away. It clawed at him and he stabbed it in the leg. He ran under it and sliced it through the neck. It whipped around and blasted fire at him. He muttered something and the fire turned into a large claw like thing and grabbed the dragon burning it. It managed to escape eventually, but fell to the snow badly injured. Detholisarr walked up to it and stabbed it finishing the dragon off.

Trialidon looked around at what was happening. The reinforcements were wrecking havoc upon the dragon army and rebels. The dragons were torn in half at protection the rebels and fighting the enemy reinforcements. He flew behind the enemy lines that were fighting the rebels. He clawed at a man and flew into the air as a man slashed at him with his sword. He along with Aurois and Shifra flew to the back of the enemies. A few dragons joined them some of which fought the enemy soldiers that were turning around.
Trialidon and the rest flew into the air and started melting vast quantities of snow. The dragons left on the ground rose into the air and helped as well. Large amounts of snow were melting and a great wave of water was starting to form. The enemy soldiers looked terrified as some of the water began to sweep over them already.
The rest of the great wave of water rushed toward the enemy, but suddenly stopped. It started to swirl and refreeze. The whole of the water had frozen again and jutted up into one large column of ice. The dragons and Trialidon flew to avoid it, but one dragon wasn’t fast enough. The ice column shot up and its tip went right through the dragon.
Trialidon looked over to see five mages. Four seemed to drop limp, but the other one still stood strong. He soon realized that the man was Detholisarr. Detholisarr muttered a few words under his breath. Trialidon flew out of the way, but a dragon behind him was not as lucky. It paused in mid air then its wings dropped and it smashed into the ground.
Trialidon heard a crack as the ice column at the top began to break. He along with some of the dragons flew away the others not knowing why until it was too late. Large chucks off ice flew out at the surrounding dragons killing some and injuring many. Shifra roared in pain as an ice chuck sunk into her thigh. She dove down at the enemy and blasted fire at them but was forced to fly back into the air.
The enemy assault was too much for them. Frazer flew to the center of the city and roared “Everyone pull back retreat from the city!” Dragon quickly flew over to the humans so they could mount them. While the humans, dragons, and wyverns were fleeing the enemy was continuing to attack them. They tried to take back as many injured as possible, but too little success.
Some of the enemies were starting to follow them, but Detholisarrr shouted, “Know, leave them let them fear the Empire of Razada! The defeat of the dragons should make them all regret fighting against us. Don’t worry we will attack them again. I know right where there going. Now what are you fools doing! Get up and start killing the injured already!”
The humans and dwarves went around killing any others who were clinging on to live. The glaharads just went around eating the dragons. They didn’t care if the dragons were still alive they chow down anyway. All the humans and dwarves looked at the glaharads as if they were barbarians. With an exception of Detholisarr who seemed to approve of this behavior. Only Eris looked at the glaharads with understanding as if he understood why the glaharads craved the meat of dragons. He didn’t look at any of them in hatred. He was the only person alive who did not hate the glaharads. He was a close friend with Garzenza.
Eris walked around the ruined battle field. He whipped blood off of an injured man to see if he was still alive. The man was, but only barely. Eris ordered some of his subordinates to take the man to get healed. Eris continued to walk around; the only one left in the battle field that actually cared about the injured people. He was even more dismayed when Halthin walked up to him.
“Great battle wasn’t it sir. I just loved it watching those ninnies flee their barbaric lands. Ah how fighting and gold amuses me.” said Halthin.
Eris just grunted he hated the lot of them. Still he was loyal to Detholisarr and served in his army. Once you joined his armed forces your only way out is death.

Deric blocked a sword swing to his head and cleaved at the man’s leg. His axe was parried and he batted at the man’s sword with the flat of his axe. Deric hit the sword with such a force it was torn from the man’s hand. He tried to back up, but met the receiving end of Deric’s axe. He charged toward the cart to fight the man who was in it.
“Ahh here is the specimen. Yes, lord Detholisarr will be glad to have this Curscad egg. It seems our failed attack on this caravan wasn’t for nothing.” the man said.
Deric stopped in his tracks. The man was tossing the wyvern egg up and down in his hands. Its red shell resembled the bloody snow. Deric wondered how it arrived their. He was sure it wasn’t packed he had though Furrkialla had it. He guessed they wyvern or someone else had placed the egg in the cart for safekeeping not thinking they would get attacked on the way.
“Alright everyone listen up I got what we came for pull back leaves these rats to freeze in die in these blasted mountains.” shouted the man.
On the ground people were running south. The man jumped off the cart and Deric pursed him. He was too far away though. The man would escape. Then to his amazement Quasar flew from behind Deric. She grabbed the man in her jaws and bit down until he dropped the egg in the snow. His allies watched in horror, but didn’t turn back they still went on the retreat. Deric ran up to Quasar who let the man’s limp body fall from her mouth. Deric picked up the wyvern egg in his hand.
“So was this all they were after?” he said.
“I guess so, its odd I don’t know why, the egg will never hatch so it’s not like they can have a wyvern on their side if they ever wanted to.” Quasar replied.
“Should I repack the egg then?”
“Know keep it with you if we are attacked again. They wouldn’t expect us to take it with the whole of the army. Equinox or I will take it.”
Zehark watched as the enemy begun to retreat. He did what so many others did next and went to help the injured. It was hard in the cold the people who had serious injuries would die soon of frostbite. He and the other people managed to bind as many as possible. He wrapping a scarf and fur around a man’s arm when Deric, Quasar, Equinox, and Silver Flare all came up to him.
“Should we continue on? The caravan was almost destroyed, and we need to get the civilians back to Metropolis.” said Quasar.
“Well someone has to tell the king and Ronasones about what happened. I suppose one of us could go to the capital and see what happened there.” Equinox replied.
“We’re coming with you.” said Zehark.
“Know you’re civilians you’re supposed to go to Metropolis not with the main army.”
“Well you guys couldn’t get along in this battle with out Deric, Silver Flare and I, so how can you expect us to let you two go off and get yourselves killed.”
“But you’re not in the army. You two have made great progress with your fighting skills...” started Quasar.
“Exactly, now lets go, the caravan can get on without us.”
“Fine Zehark, you three can come. Now Equinox or I will have to guide the caravan though.”
“I’ll go, you can go with them.” replied Equinox.
“Are you sure? Well then I guess we will see you in Metropolis.” Quasar replied.

Thank you Silver Don't worry Silver they will get to Metropolis eventually.

I put that part in just to be funny. I actually don't know why I just thought it would be funny lol.

lol yeah I remember that was back when I thought you were a guy

Sure I'll deticate part of it to you. Do you want me to use your actually name or just Silverwolf Strider.

lol know I didn't know you were doing that. When I logged on you were still on for a few minutes then left lol.

Cool, I just realized how much stuff I changed in the first few chapters when I first started Razada.

Ok lol yeah don't worry about it I also thought firetongue was a guy

lol really No I'm 10 years younger than that lol. I thought you were like 15 though I wasn't that offlol.

I can't wait until I'm done with the first two books and onto the 3rd so many things happen in the 3rd one. lol

lol is he/she a bad guy? I don't really have many gory characters unless you count Detholisarr lol. This line is from a game but I'm going to try and have him say it in one of my books "Where is the satisfying sound of ones inpalement?" lol jk,

Cool are they good or bad. Couldn't you please post a little of your book here or in PM's

Silver who doesn't still do 2 year old things I apparently look younger than I actually am well I did when I was 10 I don't know if I do anymore.

If I dedicate you for coming up with Shifra's name I may have to you Silverwolf Strider unless your ok with having your last name on it.

it's not really a major line just one that a bad guy says. Its from Resident Evil 4 so you may not know of it.

Ah ok, well I hope you do if its not much. Most of the dragons in my book are good though something does happen to them.

reallly? that's funny

Ok, yeah I'll right that

Silver you need to eat more than a muffin a day. That's not good. lol try not to hurt yourself please. I'm one to talk though playing with sizzors

lol ok, I probably won't have it in though. Detholisarr prefers killing people himself then other methods lol. Or tourture he just lovvvvvvves seeing people in pain. Yeah weird I know lol.

Oh ok, by any chance do they also like to eat dragons?

Silver! You have to eat. Don't make me swim acrosss the Pacific Ocean to shove food down your throat! jk

lol yeah I was just joking around though.

Sounds very plesent lol. Souds intersting though. Are they all evil?

Sorry I was just worried lol. I don't really eat much either.

Well its a very long story. Their past is disgribed thoughout the series. The three that are alive now are all evil.

*hugs back* lol don't worry I wont. spinach I hate it lol. Oh I think I mentioned this earlier... well it was either you or Toph I did lol at my school the food is really bad the chicken nugets were cold and tasted like crap lol. I'm hugry I think I'll have some blueberris right now lol. To bad I'm still at school

Well their history is long and kind of confusing. It will be explained in the books. But the ones that are alice are evil.

lol I dont know. I like brocol thought. Do you like mangos? They grow in Australia right?

I'm sorry I can't. I'll think about it though I can't tell you the whole story. I will tell you though Detholisarr did something to them.

I just don't really like spinage. I don't think many Americans do though. As for beetroot I've never had that lol.

I'll think about it. I don't want to give to much away though.

Yeah I've had a handburger. Why? Vegemite... but... but I like real meat better. Unless you count the crap they give us at school then I prefer Vegemite lol.

Ok fine. Well Glahards are looked at as animals even though they are as smart af humans. When Detholisarr conqured the mainland the glaharads went into a civil war. Until only three were left. Also Glaharads can live for one million years. All that stuff is in the first book so its not really a spoiler.

Oh they do? I never noticed it lol. I've had it before its not that bad. Do they use Soy (SP) for it? Huh? meat butter... do Australians not use the word better? It means up... well we use it like this is better than that. I can't explain it well lol.

lol fine I will tell you something. Gosh Silver you're so impatient lol jkjk. Alright hmmm what to say without revealing to much. hmmm well I'm not sure if I will do this, but they can transfor into three different things once they reach a certain age. They are a red snake, a blob that can turn into anything, and the third one I haven't though of lol.

Huh? When did I mention butter? Butter is made from milk like cheese. I never use butter as meat.

I know, but it can turn into anything. That sounds good maybe half Gargoly and half dingo

When did I say meat butter?