A New Era Begins
Swords clashed. Arrows flew into soldiers below. Dragons roared in the air with fire spewing from their mouths. Vrael saw him self standing on a hill with two people by his side as their opponents arrived. In the lead was a elf with eyes of such red blood hungry eyes he wanted to drop his sword and run. His two allies flanked him with their blades drawn. The one on the far left had a purple sword in his hands and a look of pure hate in his eyes. The one on the far right had a blood red blade with a look of disdain in her eyes. Then with a sudden roar the battle began. He rushed forward with his allies at his back. In a flash the sound of blades crossing filled the air. His friend with dark hair and a hard gaze was clashing with the man with the purple blade while his other friend was furiously crossing blows with the elf with the red sword. As for himself he was fighting the elf in black armor. His gold blade slammed into his black sword with sparks flying. With a roar he slashed towards his right shoulder but as he deflected the blow he spun and thrusted his blade under the elfs guard into his undefended leg. In a flash the elf with red eyes was slamming into him. He was retreating trying to hold off the elf's onslaught. He saw a black gloved fist fly past his sword which was locked with the elf's and collide with his chin throwing him to the ground with his blade flying from his grasp. He watched in horror as the elf turned and giving a sinister laugh shot a bolt of black energy from his palm where it struck Vrael's dragon square in the chest. With a roar the awe inspiring gold dragon crashed to the ground. Then the elf turned and plunged his blade into Vrael's side where he said "this is what happens when you resist me." Before he turned and walked away.
Vrael bolted up out of his small bed with sweat pouring down his body and tears streaming down his face. Looking around and taking in the surrounding area he sighed in relief. He was still in his family's modest home in the western edge of aroughs. "Vrael get your lazy butt up and go prepare the boat!" Roared his Uncle Luke. "I'm up uncle!" Vrael yelled back. Vrael was a half elf of eight and ten years of age. He lived with his Uncle Luke in Aroughs because his mother and father had been killed in a brief but bloody civil war over the throne of the Brodding Kingdom. He had brown hair, slightly pointed ears like a elf and blue-green eyes. He was taller than most of his friends but he was built slimmer and fast like a swordsman. As he pulled on a tunic he walked out of his house and jogged down to the docks to prepare his uncles fishing boat. The ship was plain, nothing extraordinary but good enough to catch fish in. The day was overcast with a light drizzle outside but still they need to fish to earn the money. It could've been any other day but today was the hatching day. The day that everyone in the city got to touch one of the dragon eggs to see if it would hatch for them. But Vrael couldn't touch the eggs. He was going to be on the sea all day helping his uncle try to catch fish. The eggs guardians would be in the city around noon today. The guardians of eggs is a group of ten elves, ten humans, ten urgals, ten dwarves, and two riders who travel with the eggs to all of the cities. "Vrael quit your daydreaming boy and finish preparing!" Roared his uncle. "Yes uncle!" Vrael yelled back as he finished preparing the ship. The city was a buzz of activity behind him as his uncles boat left the sheltered harbor of the city. They were barely gone a hour before a massive storm rolled in. The waves crashed over their ship with ferocious snaps. Vrael was thrown the length of the ship by one such wave. He slammed hard into a wall and was immediately on his feet running to grab a stray rope. They were half a league from aroughs when the biggest wave hit. It smashed the ship with the force of an angry god. When it threw Vrael, it threw him completely threw the wall he had previously hit. He fell unconscious just after he watched a lightning bolt strike the ships main mast and a fire quickly spread to the rest of the ship. When he next woke up it was later that day and he was laying near the wreck of his uncles ship, The Storm-Runner. As he began to stand he felt a sharp pain where he had been cut going through the wall. The ship was in utter ruins. Everything was trashed. Then he realized it. His uncle was gone. "Uncle?!" Vrael yelled hopefully. Scrambling wildly turning wreckage over he found his uncle underneath the shattered mast. "Uncle!" Vrael screamed. He threw his body against the mast trying to move it. He pushed with every ounce of his strength. But the mast wouldn't budge. Dismayed but still determined Vrael strained to help his uncle. Then in a sudden rush all feeling returned to his bruised and battered body. Feeling a deep pain in his side Vrael saw a piece of wood impaled in his side. As the rush of feelings overwhelmed him he collapsed to the ground and let darkness surround him.
When he woke up all Vrael saw was the faces of his aunt and the two riders who had arrived in the city the day before the eggs where scheduled to be touched. Groaning he sat up clutching his side. "Slow down there young man!" His aunt scolded. Offering a weak smile Vrael sat back against the wall behind him. "I'll be fine Aunt Sarah." Vrael
Said. Stepping forward a human rider stepped forward and said "young man you had a very grievous injury you should rest."
"How is my uncle?" Vrael asked with a worried expression on his face.
"He asleep right now as you should be." Vraels aunt replied.
"Rider if I may ask, could I touch one of the dragon eggs you brought to the city?" Vrael asked with a look of hope in his eyes.
Chuckling the rider turned to elven rider next to him and flashed a smile before muttering something and moved back towards Vrael with a egg that was golden like the sun on it's brightest dawn in his hands.
"It's so beautiful." Vrael said in awe. Reaching out slowly Vrael laid his hand on the egg when to his surprise he saw the human rider's eye brows shoot up and the elven rider look surprised when there was a sudden crack in the eggs smooth shell.
Laughter boomed from the human rider as he laid the egg next to Vrael. Vrael smile only grew as the gold dragons head popped out of the shell. He felt the barriers around his mind disappear and leave nothing in their place. Reaching out he felt the dragons young conscience and with his mind sent a wave of happiness and affection to the young dragon.