Moordryd's Lullaby

Chapter 2: What was lost, now Found

-Last time-

"She died before they got her off the track. She was bleeding inside her body. I got the call a few moments before you arrived." The two men were silent as they thought over those they had lost this day. Moordryd put his hand over the chain around his neck and picked up the pendent, he swore he would never take it off.

-11 years later-

Artha and his crew were in awe of the racers coming onto the track now, they were Upper city Racers. The ones who raced on the same tracks as the academy classes and a few on the elite ones. The race started and the dragons exploded into action, The power and skill of the riders making the race a wonder to see. Artha and his team cheered and hooted, for the racers as they thundered by. "Kari Martin and her Sky-class dragon Slipstream are the favorite. Followed closely by Jake Doon and Synergy." Moordryd's gray eyes were locked on the track, despite being forced to sit next to the stable brat and his team. A black streak came from high and the impact of the dragon's body caused Synergy to jump sideways right into a wall. Both boys were shocked by the rider's precision jumping and use of the obstacles. "Drac! What a move by Lady Hiwatari and her dragon Nyghtmayr!" Moordryd's eyes widened to dinner plates as he saw the woman his friend had become. The silver markings on her dragon shining she mag pitted and changed out her gear for the final lap. "Lyra, the course is maneuvering and jumping. Knock them flat!"

Her strategist chirped, the brainy girl had collided into her a year after she was taken from her friend's side, at school. They had become fast friends and the girls bull-class was an amusing thing to watch. "Alright Brain, time to fly!" The pair picked up the gear and were gone, She knew the next jump was a heart stopper. The rider had to mag jump alone while the dragon ran a separate course. If the dragon stopped or didn't trust the rider, It was game over. She stood in her saddle, the now silver tipped crimson mane flowing behind her. "Nyghtmayr, I'll see you." And she lept. Moordryd felt his heart leap into his throat when he saw her jump into the air fearlessly, the dragon taking its course. Two other riders followed her, the camera's staying on the dragon's. Lance was looking closely at the fogged point where the riders went and saw a shape emerge. "Look!" He pointed, heads snapped up and eyes locked on the rapidly descending form. The thick rope of silver stained crimson gave the identity away. Her dragon appeared and mag locked onto her and tugged her along. "Waaa hooooo!" She howled in joy as she smacked targets with her staff and ramps allowed her and her dragon up a couple levels on the course. They blazed through the maneuvering section of the track, Nyghtmayr moving with near pinpoint accuracy. The jumps were a blast, Lyra could be heard screaming in joy as she used her thrusters to increase her lead and glided though the finish line.

"A win for the Lady!" The race marshal said and she rode up to collect her prizes. Brain's bull class met her and they cheered at the holding of the cup. The flag for their team was raised and it kinda looked dramatic, the black background to a silver crescent moon. The dragon's eyes widened to see his brother's chosen standing near him. She stroked his brother's head, her emerald and silver eyes were soft and warm. A hot breath passed down her neck and she turned her head to come eye to eye with a blue eyed, dark dragon. "Decepshun?" The dragon nuzzled her and she hugged the dragon warmly. Beau looked at the human and rubbed his head against her back, turning seeing his gold eyes she smiled. You could change his looks but not his eyes. "Beau?"The dragon rubbed against her again and she stroked his nose. Nyghtmayr spotted something and picked her up and set her on the female's back. The dragons nodded silently communicating that the human must be guarded. They made their way over to the ruckus, seeing the fight between their riders and the riders fathers as they glared at one another. Lyra sat quietly on the female's back, but seeing the two combatants she sighed.

Lyra slid down. Not realizing her hair tie had snapped when she had been picked her up and her hair unwound and now was freely moving behind her. She was looking across the cleared circle, she called out. "Moordryd?" His head whipped around and his anger vanished and a smile crossed his features. His arms opened and she flew into them her own winding around his neck. He spun her around not even aware that his father and the Penn crew were watching him. Word was astonished, for a moment he was thrown back in time to a very similar event thirty years ago. But the woman who his son held had different eyes and her hair was tipped in silver not blue. His heart broke a little. "Tannis?" Connor said and the two teens looked at him. "No, Tannis was my mother I am Lyra. I was the little girl who named your second child the day of the dragon greeting festival 12 years ago today."His eyes became dinner plates, and he want to step towards her but a shadow now covered them. "Nyghtmayr!" Moordryd laughed and the dragon's silver eyes gleamed at him. "Decepshun found me and brought me over. She has become a beautiful dragon." Word's and Connor's eyes widened to realize she was standing in the shadow of the three dragons.