A's Notes: I've always loved dragon stories, since Pern by Anne McCaffery. I remember staying up as a child having my mother (who has extremely good dragon talents!) draw me all sorts of dragons; Eastern, Europe, Icelandic, Chinese, Japanese and South American dragons. All beautiful works of art. When I was 12 my mother told me about this dragon series called "Dragon Riders of Pern". She gave me some books and I've read every single book of Anne's. And then I sought out more dragon books. My mother and I found a blue book with a blue dragon on it and it was called "Eragon". She and my grandmother got it for me as my birthday gift. Christopher's adventures were nice and clean, something that no one tries to do with dragon books. But it didn't have enough dragon-action in his books for me to get enough...so I decided to write my own dragon-adventure set in Alagaesia.

What really made me do this, was on Christmas Day of 2009, my mother got me this giant collection of Dragonology books, even the Map to Alagaesia. It inspired me to write a adventure of my own! Although my first priority is my novel (which is done and the cover is being made ;P). Anyway....I really, really hope people enjoy my dragon adventure!

Thanks: To my mother, grandmother, grandfather (he writes sci-fi and fantasy), Anne McCaffery, Emerald Tiara (she's the one who wrote "Shur'tugalar abr Zar'roc" she helped [Without knowing it] push me to write one ) and Christopher Paolini. But thanks about my novel goes to other people, of course ^^

Rights: Everything goes to Christopher Paolini. The Ancient Language is Paolini's too. (Might use a different language I created - sounds German and Latin). Story-wise, its mine. So if I created a new evil king/queen, created a new city, created a new dragon, name and whatever that wasn't in The Inheritance Cycle, then it is MINE. A copyright of mine, which I've already taken the liberty of copy righting in case *looks as you guys*

If I mentioned anything that happened in Paolini's books, than its his. Anything else is mine, so please, I don't wanna have to (sue) hurt you.

Warnings: There are adult themes. I.E, female slaves being misused. Probably more than that. You've been warned.

Story Title: Du Skulblaka Fyrn abr Garjzla -- The Dragon War of Light

Chapter: Color Me With Regret

It was a frightful storm; everything was torn apart from the savage winds and hard rain. The ocean was beating against the sides of the islands known as "Beirland, Uden Island, Parlim Island," and "Illium Island". Upon one of the smallest of the islands, Illium Island, was a ship. It had finally made it to the island after so many failed to. A group of men -- looking for anything to sell -- stood on the deck, looking at the island with wonder and anxiety. The tallest man in the middle was bald with bright green eyes. A nasty scar ran down from his right eye to the button left of his jaw. He was dressed in a blue tunic and was clearly human, as was his crew. A sword shining silver sat at his side as he waved one hand toward the island, telling his crew to set up a swift docking place.

The men quickly set upon the land of Illium, pulling the ship closer to the shore with ropes so thick, it made the thinner poles stretching out of the mast look thin! They pulled and pulled, dragging their Ship Master's precious boat. It was labeled as "Morning Sun". The captain of the screw smiled at the island. He spoke to his men, holding a hand out over them. "Report anything you find and you'll be rewarded!" the men scurried away, holding their swords and bows out, ready to strike anything down.

The men dug through slimy caves, dove under salty, cold water and climbed spiky peaks, looking for anything their captain would adore enough to pay them. Whether it was odd looking to something never seen before, the captain wanted it. He made that clear to his men. But, the captain wasn't expecting what one of his men found. He stared down at the pale body of a baby, wrapped up in shredded rags.

"The parents?" the captain asked, frowning as he watched the baby's sleeping face. The man who found the baby shook his head.

"Dead sir...the father was found in the water, upside down. We searched for the mother, but all we found resting in a little ditch in a cave was this baby and the rags." he said, looking down at the baby. "Should I have left it?" the captain shook his head.

"No...this babe can be of use. Did you find anything else?"

"We found this..." the man pulled out a circle stone with a tiny hole through the top. It was turned into a necklace. It was just a rock.

"Where did you get it?" he asked, curious.

"Near the babe's head, sir."

"Hm...interesting."

(--- 16 years later---)

It was a long day; she had just finished her chores when she heard her slaver's voice: "Kirsi!" yelled the furious voice. The owner of the voice was bald with green eyes. He had a ugly scar on his face. "Kirsi! Get back here now!" being a slave to a Ship Master was the worse. She ran up from the docks of Feinster (near the coast) to stand before her Slaver (master)."Why is the fish barrel empty?" he growled, his eyes flaring.

She blinked, her dark Prussian blue eyes full of worry. "I'm sorry, Tayt--"

"Sorry does not fill my stomach, Kirsi!" he shouted. "Go get Ryain and gather the fish before I get back." he stomped away from her. Ryain was another slave Tayt had bought twelve years ago. Ryain was as old as Kirsi, but she was a weak headed kid. Her eyes were a dull gray and she never fought against a word her masters said to her. Her eyes were always empty, her face blank. It was as if she couldn't feel. But Kirsi knew better, she often comforted Ryain when she was sad or alone. Ryain was taller than Kirsi, with shoulder length black hair and a very pretty face.

Tayt had bought Ryain to match up with Kirsi; they were both very pretty young women and he knew they could use that to their advantage on the streets. They could beg money away from giving men or even steal and get away with it. Kirsi often saw Tayt dragging Ryain away to his chambers and that..saddened Kirsi to no end. There was nothing she could do to stop Tayt from taking Ryain, she as a slave. She was nothing. She wanted to help poor Ryain, but she knew if she tried to, she'd be beaten and possible have the same fate. She was lucky though, that Tayt hadn't taken her to his room yet. She woke up every morning worrying about it.

Kirsi turned to walk down the docks, her eyes scanning the ocean's shore for Ryain. Sitting near the end of the beach, was Ryain, her legs up against her chest. "Ryain?" she asked, sitting down besides her. Kirsi frowned when she saw the bruises on the girl's pale face. "N-Ryain? Are you okay?" the girl shook her head.

"No...Tayt wants to sell me."

Kirsi frowned. "What?! H-he can't! No, I won't let him!" Ryain stared at Kirsi's eyes sadly.

"He's selling me to Slaet. He's not backing down." Kirsi growled. Slaet was the richest man in Feinster. He had all power, he could literally buy people's trust. Not only that, be he chose to fill his house with teenage female slaves and a few older males to keep them in place. Kirsi knew Slaet would mistreat Ryain if he had her.

"I won't let him touch you!" she stood, stretching her hand out. "Come on. I have a plan."

"But Kirsi, we can't--" Kirsi grabbed Ryain's hand and dragged her off to Tayt's house. Kirsi filled three bags full of Tayt's food and cutting blades. She pushed clothes and rags inside the bag and tied it up. "I won't let anyone hurt you, Ryain. I promise." she took her hand and took her outside, looking about to see if anyone was coming. Before anyone managed to see, Kirsi bolted out the door, dragging Ryain along.

Kirsi hid Ryain inside the caves stretching off from the shore. From inside the cave Kirsi's been going to for months, was a hole that led under the cave and into a tunnel. Kirsi smiled at Ryain. "Don't worry about me. Follow the tunnel and wait at the entrance. If I don't come in three days, run straight to Belatona. I'm sure someone would be willing to help you."

"No. I can't leave you here with Tayt."

"It will be fine, Ryain. I survived longer than you've been here, remember?" the girl nodded and then hugged Kirsi. "I promise I'll be okay...and you will too! Maybe a brave young knight will find you, like in your dreams." Ryain smiled, laughing.

"I will miss you, Kirsi."

"I'll be there, Ryain, I will." with that as her final words, Ryain headed through the tunnel and on her way, following Kirsi's plans. The girl with sighed, watching the hole to make sure she didn't come back. She brushed some brunette hair out of her face and headed back to Tayt's.

(---)

"What do you mean you can't find her?!" Tayt shouted at the three soldiers he reported her disappearance to. One of the men sighed.

"We looked everyone -- shore, ocean, caves, mountains and even the houses of residents. She's...gone."

"She can't be gone! No one can just disappear!"

The man frowned. "Have you've asked your other slave?" Tayt paused, turning his gaze to the window. He could see Kirsi washing clothes. "No? I suggest you ask, get answers and report to us with whatever you have. Until then, this is a waste of our time." the men left stoutly. Tayt's eyes were still on Kirsi, he growled.

"Kirsi," he snapped at her, standing behind her. Kirsi turned to look at him. "Where was the last place you saw Ryain?"

Kirsi shrugged weakly. "I don't remember...she wasn't here when I was looking for her to help with the fish." his eyes were blazing. "I'm sorry, master."

"Don't give me that, you and I both know that you know where she went, Kirsi. Tell me right now and I won't punish you." he tapped the belt around his waist. Kirsi eyed the belt with distaste but swallowed.

"I'm sorry master, I don't know. Honestly."

"Honestly my ass, you liar!" he gripped his hands. "Is this how you repay me for bringing you into my home? I fed you, clothed you and kept you warm!"

"You kept me outside in a barn and barely fed and clothed!" she snapped. She gasped, covering her mouth with her hands. He stepped forward, taking his belt. She swallowed and backed away, her eyes wide with fear.

"You insolent little brat!" he whipped her across the face with his leather belt. She fell to her hands and knees, tears in her eyes. She hated that damn belt! He hit her again, this time across her back and right shoulder. She fell on her chest, crying. "I raised you and you take me as nothing!" he whipped her again. "How dare you!" he hit her again and again, until she was shaking and sobbing. He paused and took a deep breath.

"Maybe next time you won't act like a fool. Now tell me where Ryain is! Now!" Kirsi looked up at Tayt.

"Never!" she shouted. He picked her up by her right arm -- the hurt one -- and dragged her off toward the barn. He chained her to the post he chains the horses up to and spat at her feet.

"You'll regret this, Kirsi. You will." he left the barn, locking it. Kirsi slumped up against the post and curled her legs up against her chest, tears in her eyes. I'm sorry, Ryain...you'll have to go on without me.

(---)

Even though its been two days since Ryain's disappearance, Tayt still kept up a potent search. He paid men to search and search, checking every where a young girl would hide at. Tayt would often go to the barn and ask Kirsi to tell him where she was, only to get a "Never" or a "I don't know what you're talking about". He'd beat her after getting those responses, trying to coax her to tell him from fear. She never budged and the soldiers began to think she really knew nothing...or she was a strong young woman. Most of the soldiers just thought her bond with Ryain was too strong to break, which was true. As long as Kirsi breathed she would never tell a living soul a thing, not even a animal in fear of it someone slipping. She stuck through her punishment until the morning of the fourth day; one day too late to meet up with Ryain.

"So," said Tayt, looking down at Kirsi, who was just sitting, staring at the hay before her. "we still haven't found her. If you don't tell me right now where she is....you're taking her spot as Slaet's slave." Kirsi looked up at Tayt and smiled.

"I don't mind that." she looked back down when she heard Tayt growled.

"You...you...gah! I will be back with Slaet and your slave papers. If I don't have answer when I come back, you'll have to go." he left the barn in a hurry, trying to push her decision. Kirsi frowned and jiggled the chains binding her to the post. Hm... she smiled and stood up, she turned her hands so her hands were cupped and then she started to grind the chain into the mental disc around the post, trying to chip away the chain.

Within thirty minutes or a hour, she weakened the chain. She tried to open her arms wide; the chain snapped and she was free. She smiled and hurried over to the barn's back. She pushed some of the creaking old, rotting wood out of the way and peaked outside. Outside were two soldiers, they were distracted. They were having a conversation. Kirsi licked her lips and slipped out, silently running over to the other side of the house. She turned to see the men's spots -- they didn't move. They didn't see her! She swallowed and ran as fast as she could, her tired and asleep feet caring her only twenty feet before she fell, her legs shaking. She hadn't eaten anything since she freed Ryain. She growled, pushing herself up, she continued to run.

Her breathing painful and her eyes burning, she ran through the mist of the morning and pass a group of soldiers still searching for the escapee slave. She hurried to the caves she had Ryain run away at and paused, taking mouth fulls of air. She knew they would be storming the city if she waited any longer, so she ran into the tunnel and crawled as far as the tunnel allowed. She emerged from the shadows, crawling tiredly over to the a tree with a soft shade. Her head spun and her arms hurt. She had been crawling through that tunnel for hours! She knew they couldn't follow, the tunnels were only big enough for short, thinner people -- mainly young girls or tiny children. It would take them days to cut through the mountains. She decided to rest, rest her tired bones and throbbing head and aching stomach. Her eyes were slowly closing, watching the misty sky.

Her eyes slightly widened when she saw the shape of a odd creature flying over head. What...is that...?

Okay, that's it for chapter 1! Stay tune if you were interested! Because the next chapter, she sees (or finds?) something so beautiful!