Chapter One: How it All Began (Again)
A teenage girl sits next to a small stream; her name is Freya. She lies back and uses her arms as a pillow. Small fluffy clouds pass over her as she stretches and yawns.
Perfect place to rest, not a soul in sight," she says softly to herself. Freya was part of the Choma clan. There are 6 clans known to still exist; Pabo, Roke, Choma, Roget, Leno, and Blumberg. All lived completely different lifestyles. Some lived in large villages, some traveled. They also had their traditions, which weren\rquote t exactly Freya\rquote s favorite part of being a Choma. At the moment she ran away from home and the Chie pirates had burned down her village. She loved being a loner; of course she hadn\rquote t seen anyone else since she had run away. It had already been two years, but she still had the thought that maybe even one person there might not have been burned to death.
"I should go get Serena. She must be worried about me, Freya said walking back towards the trees.
"Serena!" She yelled into the trees for her guardian dragon. She heard a remote crunching sound in the branches above and Serena jumped out of the trees to greet her, but almost squashing her. She gave her a motion to follow her and they started walking along the edge of the river. They came to a small clearing in the trees and they decided that this was a good place to make camp. Freya found some moss near the edge of a cave and made herself a bed in which she slept for the night. She woke up early the next morning and started a small campfire in a natural fire pit. It was a bit chilly out, so Freya decided to postpone breakfast and sit in front of the campfire to keep herself warm until the temperature rose a few degrees. She hummed a tune to herself while she poked at the fire to keep it burning. She laid back to watch her favorite part of nature, the beautiful sunrise, once again. She loved the way it crept up across the treetops and made everything in the forest reenergized for a new day. She could sit there for hours watching it, if it actually lasted that long.
"Who's there?" a male voice yelled interrupting her thought. Freya froze and hoped her fire wouldn't give her away, but at the same time she hoped it would.
"Come out and show yourself thief!" He demanded. Suddenly a young man came out of the bushes with his sword pointed directly at Freya. She slowly felt a smile crawl onto her face because even though he had a sword, she had a dragon waiting to kill him on the spot.
"Who are you?" He demanded to know. She stood there and after a few seconds burst into laughter. He became annoyed and swung his sword at her. She jumped out of the way, but he was scared to death when he heard Serena behind him growling in a very deep tone. He slowly turned around and saw his worst nightmare; a 5 foot tall protective red dragon with razor sharp teeth and she's in a bad mood.
"Sorry miss," he apologized now looking like a small child next to Serena.
"Serena, it's okay," Freya calmed her dragon. Walking right up to the dragon with what seemed to the stranger to be an unusual amount of courage; Freya patted Serena right on the head.
"Are you okay Miss?" He asked her.
"I'm fine, but Serena thought you were going to hurt me," she said hopping right onto her back.
"Can I offer you a place to spend the night, Miss?" He offered still a little frightened at the thought of a dragon wanting to kill him.
"Um... sure," Freya responded. "Where are you from?"
"My name is Dagold and I am from Trad, city of the Sensu. It's a mile to the east. You would have to leave the dragon here though," he said.
"Sensu? Okay, whatever you say, but do I have to leave both dragons or just Serena?" Freya asked.
"B-b-b-both?" He stuttered from fear of dragons. She pulled a leaf out of her pocket and wasn't surprised that Dagold thought she had another dragon hidden on him.
A teenage girl sits next to a small stream; her name is Freya. She lies back and uses her arms as a pillow. Small fluffy clouds pass over her as she stretches and yawns.
Perfect place to rest, not a soul in sight," she says softly to herself. Freya was part of the Choma clan. There are 6 clans known to still exist; Pabo, Roke, Choma, Roget, Leno, and Blumberg. All lived completely different lifestyles. Some lived in large villages, some traveled. They also had their traditions, which weren\rquote t exactly Freya\rquote s favorite part of being a Choma. At the moment she ran away from home and the Chie pirates had burned down her village. She loved being a loner; of course she hadn\rquote t seen anyone else since she had run away. It had already been two years, but she still had the thought that maybe even one person there might not have been burned to death.
"I should go get Serena. She must be worried about me, Freya said walking back towards the trees.
"Serena!" She yelled into the trees for her guardian dragon. She heard a remote crunching sound in the branches above and Serena jumped out of the trees to greet her, but almost squashing her. She gave her a motion to follow her and they started walking along the edge of the river. They came to a small clearing in the trees and they decided that this was a good place to make camp. Freya found some moss near the edge of a cave and made herself a bed in which she slept for the night. She woke up early the next morning and started a small campfire in a natural fire pit. It was a bit chilly out, so Freya decided to postpone breakfast and sit in front of the campfire to keep herself warm until the temperature rose a few degrees. She hummed a tune to herself while she poked at the fire to keep it burning. She laid back to watch her favorite part of nature, the beautiful sunrise, once again. She loved the way it crept up across the treetops and made everything in the forest reenergized for a new day. She could sit there for hours watching it, if it actually lasted that long.
"Who's there?" a male voice yelled interrupting her thought. Freya froze and hoped her fire wouldn't give her away, but at the same time she hoped it would.
"Come out and show yourself thief!" He demanded. Suddenly a young man came out of the bushes with his sword pointed directly at Freya. She slowly felt a smile crawl onto her face because even though he had a sword, she had a dragon waiting to kill him on the spot.
"Who are you?" He demanded to know. She stood there and after a few seconds burst into laughter. He became annoyed and swung his sword at her. She jumped out of the way, but he was scared to death when he heard Serena behind him growling in a very deep tone. He slowly turned around and saw his worst nightmare; a 5 foot tall protective red dragon with razor sharp teeth and she's in a bad mood.
"Sorry miss," he apologized now looking like a small child next to Serena.
"Serena, it's okay," Freya calmed her dragon. Walking right up to the dragon with what seemed to the stranger to be an unusual amount of courage; Freya patted Serena right on the head.
"Are you okay Miss?" He asked her.
"I'm fine, but Serena thought you were going to hurt me," she said hopping right onto her back.
"Can I offer you a place to spend the night, Miss?" He offered still a little frightened at the thought of a dragon wanting to kill him.
"Um... sure," Freya responded. "Where are you from?"
"My name is Dagold and I am from Trad, city of the Sensu. It's a mile to the east. You would have to leave the dragon here though," he said.
"Sensu? Okay, whatever you say, but do I have to leave both dragons or just Serena?" Freya asked.
"B-b-b-both?" He stuttered from fear of dragons. She pulled a leaf out of her pocket and wasn't surprised that Dagold thought she had another dragon hidden on him.