As the sun rose above Ellesmera, Graddern's eyes flicked open. He dropped from his bunk to the floor silently, leaving the two other levels sleeping. He pulled on a tunic and pants then sprinted to the Dragon Hold. There he waited, breathless with excitement.
A young boy hid in his favorite tree while he heard the clash of swords inside the house. He knew that the Riders had come to recruit his brother; Galba who refused to help what he thought was a corrupt race. A silvery green dragon trotted over to the oak in which Grad hid. 'Hello', the thought reverberated around his head, undaunted.
"Did you- did you just speak?" Grad stumbled across the words as the greeting echoed round his head.
'Yes young warrior', the winged knight replied. 'I can do much more than that,' The
Dragon locked eyes with Graddern Cragson and delved deep into his consciousness...