Prologue
Erisdar was an elven dragon rider, the most formidable opponent ever- as long as they were with their dragon of course- but Erisdar was different; He was the strongest, fastest elf in Du Weldenvarden, even before he got his dragon. Erisdar was born with blue skin, but had used magic to make his skin the usual elven skin colour-a honey white. His hair was jet-black and long and, like all elves, his ears had a point at the end of them, his face was angled, his chin had a chiselled, rough look about it, his eyes were also at an angle. The colour of his eyes was a deep brown. He wore the finest robes of dark green and brown, brown leggings and a long, tight green top with brown cuffs and hems which went down halfway between his hips and his knees. His sword, which was like any sword, was emerald green, the colour of his dragon, it had magic around it to prevent it from; dulling, breaking, magic and rust.
His dragon was called Éldegín, after his friend's father who was one of the strongest warriors that died in the battle of Gil'ead during the war between the Empire and the Varden. The dragon was emerald green, had pearl white teeth and giant wings, he was a giant compared to anyone, he was almost as big as Tialdarí hall, which was two storeys high.