Dragon Riders
A New Tale
Prologue
As a Shade prepared for yet another encounter with a dragon rider, he thought that victory would be assured this time. He watched as his Urgal army steadily moved through the grass, and behind all lurking trees. It would not be too long before the dragon rider came.
Soon they noticed horses along the dirt road. There were what looked like three, but that would be too little for the Varden. Searching the sky, the Shade caught sight of more than just night birds. He racked his brain for any spell that would help him. Soon enough, he had his tongue ready. Waiting for the right moment, he looked back at the approaching horses, only finding that they had disappeared somehow.
"What!" the Shade shouted "Where could they have gone?" he said approaching the Urgal commander. "Did you see where those horses went?"
"I'm sorry sir, I's was…uh, sharpening my uh blade?" whimpered the Urgal removing his pudgy finger from his nose.
"Nothing can be done with you pesky fatlings, can there? I must do everything, now mustn't I?" howled the Shade bringing his sharp hand out in front of him, palm up as he said "Draumr kopa!"
Instantly a picture formed on his hand. The picture showed a male horse rider, his ears pointed upwards; in his hands he held a sphere, its color unknown in the darkness of night. The background of this picture was a glowing white. Still, he saw one of the three horses, only its head revealed with a helm made perfect for it. The Shade growled and allowed the picture to wash away from his hand.
"Come Urgals! We must follow them on foot! The path follows to the south east! Surely all is not lost." The Shade roared as his own horse came to him. His plan was to follow the horsemen and his followers to their destination. He knew that the only way to follow them was to keep stalking the riders unaware. For this, he was trained for.