At last, the group reached their destination, a rather large hut with strange clearings all around. Off to one side, they could see strange eggs sitting on sand with a golden mass hovering over them. Piemur ignored this and knocked on the door of the hut.
A grizzled old man answered the door, taking in the guests. "Journeyman Piemur, your Craftmaster has already arrived. And who are these?"
"Strangers I found close by. They act like they have no idea what Thread even is, Weyrleader."
"Do they now? Well we'll be flying. Since Benden insisted on coming to Hatching, we must keep the north happy. But…"
"What is it?"
"For some reason, we had another strange Weyrleader show up. He keeps his face hidden but he has the bearing and the Bronze. Funny thing is, not even Fidaranth knows who he is."
"That is strange. Does he know the dragon?" Piemur asked.
"He says it's Caranmanth but Caranmanth was a Bronze that supposibly died along with his rider in a Threadfall."
"Caranmanth you said? Didn't that girl, Fyrius Impress him?"
"Girls cannot Impress Bronze!"
"I was shocked as well." Piemur said.
"Well then, I suppose I must do my duty. You all may stay here during the Threadfall and Hatching however you are to help the women with numbweed." With that, Weyrleader motioned for the group to enter.
As they did so, Piemur was startled by a huge man who quickly called out, "Piemur, there you are you rascal!"
"Masterharper!" Piemur cried out.
"I was wondering if we'd have to get someone else to do that solo."
"Never! I just found this group on the beach so I couldn't ride Stupid."
"Ah, how is your Runner?"
"Quite well, he's gotten some decent growth on him now."
"Did Weyrleader T'ron mention that he's flying today?" Robinton said.
"Yes, he said that Benden was here so…"
"Hmmm… I just wish he'd remember his Ballads."
Piemur grinned, "Dragonmen must fly/When Thread is in the sky."
"Of course."
As this odd conversation continued, everyone was cut off by an alarm.
"Thread!" Piemur cried, quickly running off and hiding.
"That cheeky little…" Robinton said, walking outside to sit with the women who were now in a large clearing, watching what could only be strange looking dragons.
Natsu gasped, "Dragons? They don't look like Igneel at all!"
Robinton looked at the group strangely, "Yes, Dragons. That's Fidaranth, Weyrleader T'ron's dragon, ah there's Ruth." Robinton pointed to a little white Dragon. "Oh, it looks like everyone is fighting, that's N'ton's bronze Lioth, F'lar's Mnementh, I'm surprised, I don't recognize that one at all."
The group looked where he was pointing to see a stranger mount the strange dragon.
"What is he doing? That is not the way to mount your dragon, why doesn't he have the fighting straps… Wait, he's calling for agenothree?"
"What's agenothree?" Erza asked, curious.
"Oh, it's what we put in our flamethrowers, wait, he's asking for two?"
"Why is that so strange?" Lucy asked, "I mean, one for each hand?"
Natsu however was now interested. "I want to ride one!" He hollered.
Hearing this, the strange rider jumped off his beast and walked over to the group. "Never fly before?" A female voice asked.
"Nope."
"Well, Caramath is willing to let you on. I'll just need a set of fighting straps for you. We're flying wingheavy so it shouldn't be a problem."
"Wait, Fyrius?" Robinton gasped.
"Hello Masterharper."
"I thought you…"
"Nah. Don't tell anyone but I've actually started an eighth Weyr. Oh, and it's F'rus now."
"Another Weyr?"
"Well, most of us are double agents. I plan on snagging some of Southern's more unusual prospects for my own Weyr. It was N'ton's idea actually."
"N'ton?"
"My Bronzeleader."
"Bronzeleader?"
"He leads my Bronzes." With that, Fy, no F'rus dragged Natsu to the beast, giving him a leg up. The bronze rider then jumped up and climbed the dragon's leg before sitting at the neck and handing her dragon some strange stone. "Keep ahold of those straps no matter what you do and sit just like the other riders, I've had special training so I do things differently. Oh, there's the signal." F'rus said, nodding at T'ron's arm. As the arm went down, Caranmanth soared up to join the dragons, waiting for a signal.
When it came, Natsu found he was in a strange space devoid of any feeling. After a few seconds, Caranmanth emerged into a sunny day high above the other dragons, one flamethrower in each hand. A strange sheet of… Natsu had no idea what was starting to fall down and then… F'rus flicked a switch on each flamethrower, her dragon began to breathe fire, and the strange silvery stuff began to burn. F'rus directed her dragon into the strangest patterns, showing up here and there. In the small flashes he got, Natsu quickly could tell that some of the riders were not used to this fighting style but others seemed to know F'rus, one even tossing down a chunk of stone which Caranmanth caught expertly. At last, the Fall was over and Natsu was back on the ground, mildly dazed at the happenings.
"Thanks for the save Weyrleader!"
"Oh it was nothing, Caranmanth burned through his Firestone too early so the piece you handed him really helped."
"So who's taking the Journey?" another rider asked.
"Well, I think that I'll have you do it F'nor. You look like you've gotten too much meat on them bones."
A.N. At last, I enter the story. For those who are curious, my story is that I was once a woman of Earth. Then, on the day that I received a gold medal in shot put for Special Olympics (Really happened, real date, 6/22/2013) I was whisked away from the 1st place podium and found myself in front of the Queen Egg at one of Ramoth's many Hatchings. There I Impressed Bronze and ran, knowing that my staying there would cause F'lar problems. Then, I journeyed north until I came across a mountain located on the North Pole. This became my weyr but I believed I was destined for greatness and secretly turned it into a hidden Weyr. I recruited many well standing members of the seven Weyrs and together we trained using a mysterious spirit located at Poles Weyr. Now, several months later, we are beginning our operations of expanding our Weyr.