I always had a feeling my rider was special.

The feeling started the day I met him, when my parents pushed me and my brother out of the nest and sent us to meet our human companions. When we got there, my brother immediately bonded with a yellow haired female. I picked the male beside her. He jumped on my back and took off like he'd been flying his whole life. This was...different than I'd expected. My mother had said: "Don't fly too fast at first, humans are helpless in the air. If they fall off, they drop like rocks." But he never did, no matter how fast or wild I got.

Years passed. Our riders continued to be close friends, you would never see one without the other. On a day I now call one of the worst days of my life, I woke up in a cage. My rider got me out in time for the big flying show, but then there was a big tornado and my brother and his rider vanished. I admit, I panicked a bit...I still don't know how I ended up in that cage, or how my rider found our lost friends, or why it took him as long as it did. All I know is, I knew there was something special about him.

The humans seem to respect him now, a lot. I think he's a leader of some sort...my brother's rider seems to hold the same rank. And they're mates now! I knew there was more than just friendship there. But that hatchling of theirs...I have NEVER heard anything scream that loud. Ugh. But it's cute, in a freaky sort of way.

This new home is nice, lots of places to perch and rest. Lots of room to fly too. I have a feeling the future is bright.