Awena obliged and climbed on to his scaly back. The dragon leapt into
the air with Awena clinging to what she could on his back. Enan
circled once around the fortress, then flew to the northeast. The land
in this direction was barren, war scarred. Burning villages showed that
there was a recent raid. Memories came back Awena and she had to look
away. The sorrow and anguish of such raids filled her and her heart
longed to gather the victims of such raids and protect them; to remove
the pain and fear. She laid her head on the dragon's back and the tears
silently flowed.
Enan turned to the south and flew around the fortress, towards the realm of the elves. Awena wasn't aware of his plans, for what she saw amidst her tears was a battle that was to happen:
The battle was huge, the elves, men, dwarves and fairies had formed an alliance against an unknown enemy; she could not see the face of the enemy. She could only hear his voice and the battle cries of the Last Alliance. The dream became reality and she was standing on a hill overlooking the battle. They could not see her at all; it was as if she did not exist. Arrows whizzed past her, on their way to their targets. A loud, painful scream awoke her from her vision.
Enan swerved, avoiding the arrows that shot out of the trees below. But he was not fast enough. An arrow buried itself in between his scales, piercing his heart. He screamed out in agony and fell towards the treetops.
Awena was thrown off as the dragon fell. Forty metres below was the forest, Awena landed on a branch and clung on for dear life as the dragon fell past her, breaking treetops and branches as he fell. There was a loud thump as he landed on the forest bed, his wound bleeding furiously. Awena let go of the branch and landed next to the dragon. His eyes were full of pain and he could barely recognize her.
" Enan!" she cried out, hugging the large dragon around the neck. His wings enclosed around her and went limp as his life drained away from him. No, it cannot be! Let me die instead of him, Enan was only helping me. She silent screamed.
" He's dead, milady," said a voice behind her. Awena pushed back the wings and looked at the speaker. It was a wood elf. In his hands was the bow that shot the fatal arrow at Enan.
" I am aware of that. Enan was a good friend, it is unfortunate that he had to die so soon," she replied standing up and brushing herself off.
" Enan?"
" That was the dragon's name."
To the wood elf, the girl was a strange sight. Her white dress was grass stained and her hair was a mess, yet that did not hinder her loveliness. Around him appeared more wood elves, each carrying a bow and quiver of arrows. All of them had blond hair and clad in green and brown.
" The Lady of the Forest wishes to speak to you," he said in common tongue.
" Then so be it," she replied in fluent elvish. She bade him to lead the way. The group set off into the dusk.
Enan turned to the south and flew around the fortress, towards the realm of the elves. Awena wasn't aware of his plans, for what she saw amidst her tears was a battle that was to happen:
The battle was huge, the elves, men, dwarves and fairies had formed an alliance against an unknown enemy; she could not see the face of the enemy. She could only hear his voice and the battle cries of the Last Alliance. The dream became reality and she was standing on a hill overlooking the battle. They could not see her at all; it was as if she did not exist. Arrows whizzed past her, on their way to their targets. A loud, painful scream awoke her from her vision.
Enan swerved, avoiding the arrows that shot out of the trees below. But he was not fast enough. An arrow buried itself in between his scales, piercing his heart. He screamed out in agony and fell towards the treetops.
Awena was thrown off as the dragon fell. Forty metres below was the forest, Awena landed on a branch and clung on for dear life as the dragon fell past her, breaking treetops and branches as he fell. There was a loud thump as he landed on the forest bed, his wound bleeding furiously. Awena let go of the branch and landed next to the dragon. His eyes were full of pain and he could barely recognize her.
" Enan!" she cried out, hugging the large dragon around the neck. His wings enclosed around her and went limp as his life drained away from him. No, it cannot be! Let me die instead of him, Enan was only helping me. She silent screamed.
" He's dead, milady," said a voice behind her. Awena pushed back the wings and looked at the speaker. It was a wood elf. In his hands was the bow that shot the fatal arrow at Enan.
" I am aware of that. Enan was a good friend, it is unfortunate that he had to die so soon," she replied standing up and brushing herself off.
" Enan?"
" That was the dragon's name."
To the wood elf, the girl was a strange sight. Her white dress was grass stained and her hair was a mess, yet that did not hinder her loveliness. Around him appeared more wood elves, each carrying a bow and quiver of arrows. All of them had blond hair and clad in green and brown.
" The Lady of the Forest wishes to speak to you," he said in common tongue.
" Then so be it," she replied in fluent elvish. She bade him to lead the way. The group set off into the dusk.