A QUICK NOTE-
So, my dear friends, I realize that it's been ages since I've done anything to this story. i had to stop writing for a while cause of finals and all that end of school crap. But here's the prologue!! I am very sorry that's it's taken so long. I suggest suscribing because there might be some long time gaps between chapters, because I've been working on my Zelda fanfic. If your a Zelda fan, please r and r. Anyway, on with the story! :) Oh, and Rhuenon is pronounced Rune-on.
Annndd...a quick poll.
I have two ideas for the dragon.
One I've had in the back in my mind for a year or so...His name is Gadon, he's green, with a strong personality. He's not as wise as Saphira or anything, but he's insightful. He's very protective of Rhueon.
The other is a metallic dark, purple dragon. A female named Verona. She's very aggressive and easy to anger, except for her rider. Shes also more of an equal in wisdom to her rider.
So, when you review, please vote so I can make a descion(spelling...?). Please note that Gadon's more of a just dragon, and Verona is more sinister and vengeful. But neither is fully good or fully bad. Please vote!
Prologue: Another Black Hand
It was night. Deep inside, in the chamber furthest into the ground, the most forgotten, the most secluded, the egg waited. The essence of the creature within was trying it's hardest to be patient, but it had just bee so long. It was dimly aware of the lives of the living dragons, and it knew that it must survive. It must survive.
The creature also knew that survival meant a rider. The creature had waited long and hard for it's companion to come along. It knew that it would know when the time was right. But the time was long in coming.
But on that dark night, when it was lost in it's thoughts, sick of waiting, sick of wondering, sick of existing, it knew that the time was right. It felt as if a bolt of electricity had shot through its body, without any pain. Instead, it was an intense, uncontrollable joy. It knew she had come. She had come.
The sides of the chamber were full of symmetrical alcoves and railings. In the darkest alcove, a shadow was a shade darker than all the others. Inside crouched a young woman, garbed in black leather. She carried no weapons except her mind. She watched the stone shake gently, back and forth. She had been right. She cautiously let down the barriers of her mind, and concentrated only on the stone, and on the task before her. Closing her eyes, she muttered, "Kaiutha!" The stone dissappeared. The woman collapsed , putting a hand against the wall to steady herself. The most important thing now was to remain conscious.
The creature was now more aware and alert than it had ever been. It knew it was no longer in the dark chamber, but outside. It felt small amounts of pressure scattered over the shell that encased it. Rain, it realized. Rain. It noticed that she was no longer present. It wondered, but it knew that she would come.
The woman faded in and out of consciousness, finally winning the fight over her failing body. She struggled to her feet. She had been strong enough. She knew she would be. She knew that the stone was on the roof. She had to get to it before the guards noticed it. And before the guards noticed her.
She hurried back out the way she had come, using magic to remain barely visible on all levels. She ran through the levels of unused rooms, forgotten passageways. She did not get lost. She knew the way.
Edventually she came to the old servants stairwell. Pressing herself against the side of the wall, she ascended. She came to the trap door and climbed out. The was on the roof of a tall tower, the old servants quarters. Watching her footing so she wouldn't fall, she made her way to the edge. She jumped, and landed on the main roof of the castle. Rain pounded down from the black sky, and she almost lost her footing. It wasn't time for that fall yet. She checked her leather cap, making sure that her hair was still all tucked underneath. She ran across the roof, across slippery walkways and onto other spires. Occasionally, she concealed herself from guards using magic. It was hard; she was already exhausted. She could only hope that he hadn't noticed yet.
She found the egg, exactly where she had meant for it to go. It was wet and hard to hold, but she managed to tuck it into the sack she had brought. She ran to the nearest tower, carefully edging her way around it until she came to the other side. She stared below. The water crashed stories below her. The last step. Closing her eyes, she jumped.