The storm clouds gathered as forked lightning ripped across the clouds nearly impenetrable hide, drawing rain, from above. Atop a hill the silhouette of an elf was faintly visible through the mist. He was wrapped in a black cloak; a hood obscured his face, from viewers. The elf gripped the hilt of his sword, that hung by his side. It was a blade of immense power and radiated an aura, so fearsome, even the bravest of men would cower at the sight of it. It was a triple edged blade with a symbol etched on it. This symbol was a word from a language known only to a selective few, in Alagaesia. It translated to Aiedail, the morning star. His hand curled around the, black diamond studded pommel of his sword. "Night scales, where are you?" thought the elf.
A massive figure drew closer to the hill. The outline of a dragon was revealed. The dragon dived towards the hill. It closed its wings and plummeted towards the ground, at neck break speed, at the last moment, the dragon spread its wings and stabilized, landing gracefully next to the elf.
"Exhilarating, was it not, Dauth?" said the elf
"Humph", the dragon replied
"And I thought you were the one with a sense of humour and, sarcasm." commented Aranor.
The black dragon only released a puff of smoke that met with Aranor's face.
"Hush, we are being followed," Warned Aranor.
"We are Rider and Dragon little one, why must we cringe in fear of another?" Retorted Dauth.
The rider scanned the scene, with his piercing blue eyes, the lush green vegetation that covered the hill were not to disclose anything. The rider however would not be denied, he opened his mind and extended it outwards and covered the expanse of the hill. He touched 3 minds on the hills. One betrayed great panic, and sudden fear.
"Die! Argetlam," Whispered a voice.
Aranor felt the heat from the fireball. Flames licked at it.
The elf whipped his sword out, and with great speed, he placed it parallel to his back and with its tip pointing to the floor. The blade was pure black and shimmered in the light, reflecting the image of the fireball. The fireball deflected of the sword and flew towards the one who conjured it. The man's eyes widened in terror, as he saw what was to come, his whole life flashed before him.
The rider leapt onto his dragon with astounding, speed. The dragon through its head back and let out a deafening roar that broke the silence of the night, while the other men covered their ears in terror.