Prologue

"NO" I cried, running to intercept the blade swung at the dragon's neck. The dragon was so beautiful and so noble; I knew I couldn't let it die. I tackled the man who swung the blade, it was Geddard I noticed with distaste. Geddard was brutish and powerful like his sword. He wasn't exactly ugly but he wasn't nice to look at either.

Geddard fell to the ground smacking his head on a rock. He cursed and threw me off him.

"What are you doing?" he roared, spittle flying from his mouth. I flinched and stepped back. I stammered lost for words. I couldn't exactly say I was trying to save a dragons life-the village would have me tried for siding with the enemy!

"Listen here," Geddard grabbed my arm as I struggled to break his grip "I don't care who you are, the next time you try to sabotage my record I will kill you!"

"How dare you!" I said wrenching my arm free. I was scared inside but I tried to conceal it. Geddard was notorious for killing the most dragons in Crag. Every hide he hung in his house added another dragon's life to his "record" he was something of a hero in Crag. He was also rumored to have killed his wife of two weeks-although there was no proof. "You touch me and my Father; The Chief will hang your hide up with all your dragon skins!"

"Brave words Little Princess-and useless when your blood is on my sword."

"You touch me and it'll be your blood running down your sword! Think about that!" Geddard sneered but backed down turning away from me and lumbering back into the fray caused by the onslaught of dragons. I let out a deep breath relieved to have gotten away unharmed. I don't quite know what had caused me to attack Geddard but looking at the dragons being shot stabbed and killed I felt a profound sense of wrong. Dragons were so beautiful and so amazing I wished there was an alternative to killing them when they attacked our village.