THE MEETING OF THE DRAGONS.

It was several weeks since Amri and Silvrius meet for the first time.

Within those few weeks they became life long friends. By chance one

day, they were getting ready to cross a strange looking creek. It was

blue and red. Not like a purplish color, but the blue swirls and red

swirls of dragon blood.

It did not mix so it formed a creek of red and blue streaks.

Nevertheless, where there is dragon blood there are dragons. Amri had

only saw a dragon once in her life when she was very little. It was

the most amazing thing she ever saw. It was bigger than the house and

it was white.

When she told her mother, she simply said "Of course not there are no

such things as white dragons, They don't exist, now if you saw a red

or green dragon I would maybe believe you. Imagine, my little Amri

making up stories about dragons."

Amri still remembered to the present day what the white dragon looked

like and would never forget it. "Amri, I think we need to find a path

down stream, where the blood is thinner." Suddenly Amri's thoughts

were turned to Silvrius.

"Why? I don't think dragons would hurt us, besides if they were in a

fight they would have lost to much blood to even care about food."

Silvrius was about to argue about that, when a medium sized dragon

crashed right in front of them. To there surprise, it was red and

blue. To the elves shock, it was bleeding from a flesh wound from its

right front leg. It looked at them and cried out in pain and agony.

Silvrius tried to grab Amri's arm so they could run but he grabbed

only air. When he looked up, he screamed in horror and anger. Amri was

walking to the dragon cooing it and telling it every thing would be

ok. He then ran for her but slipped on some slimy rock in the creek.

When he got up he looked at Amri and almost died from terror. Now Amri

was touching the dragon and kissing it on the forehead. However, it

seamed to comfort the beast. It stopped growling in pain and seamed to

be telling her where it hurt. Then almost on cue, it lifted its leg up

and he saw a dragon hunter's snare was tightly clamped on digging

deeper with every effort to get it off.

Amri put her hands on it and tried to open it. The dragon let out a

groan but did not snap at her. Amri looked up and saw Silvrius looking

at her. "Well, help me damn it." That took Silvrius out of his trance

he slowly and causally walked closer to the dragon. It only watched

him with tear filled eyes.

"I didn't know dragons could cry?" Silvrius did not know he was

thinking aloud but Amri heard him.

"They are a lot like us, they have feelings too." Together Amri and

Silvrius pulled off the deadly snare and freed the dragon. To there

sadness it was a deep cut and would need a lot of attention to help it

heal.

"Amri, we may as well just leave it, you and I know its just going to

die with an injury like that."

Amri was about to cry, she stood up and looked Silvrius in the eye "

This dragon is not going to die, she has a clan in the south who loves

her very much. She is the last of the young and must return for her

kind to live."

Silvrius just looked at her and started to laugh hysterically. " You

really think I am going to believe you can talk to dragons?"

Amri was about to cry she felt like an idiot but knew she was not.

Suddenly a burst of anger erupted and she punched Silvrius in the

face. It took Silvrius by surprise and he fell back in response.

"I am not lying, I can talk to dragons and if you have a problem with

it then go away and leave me alone!" She then turned her back to him

and ran to the dragon wrapping her arms around its neck. In response,

the dragoon used its wings to wrap Amri up closer to her as if she was

a baby in a blanket. For a few brief minute Amri felt like she was

safe in here mothers arms like nothing could hurt her.

"All I was saying, was that you couldn't speak to dragons because only

the royal family's can talk to dragons. It is a trait only known to

the straight bloodlines. Trust me you are no straight bloodline. Hell

I would guess you carry all the bloodlines of this land in you. Look

at your hair it's a tell tail of a persons heritage. You have not one

or two colors but six, six colors means you are of a new clan a clan

so mixed up they don't even know up from down! Good by your Highness."

With that silvers turned and walked off into the woods cradling a

bloody nose.

"Do you think I am a mixed up fool?"

The dragon only looked at the direction Silvrius left in and smiled. "

He loves you Amri, a man like that you couldn't get rid of or loose

even if you hit him a million times." She then looked down at Amri and

winced in pain " Don't worry he will be back, it was his first time to

be hit by a woman. And no I don't think of you as a fool, but it is

interesting that I meet a true heaven warier."

Amri let go of the dragon but sat on the ground and snuggled up to her

" What is a heaven warier?"

"Funny I thought that you would have already of known since you are

one."

"That is why I ask, I don't know much about my self."

"Well in that case, I will tell you. Back when the clans were being formed it was known that an evil would arise from the red clan and try to overpower the week. In an effort to help the week, a heaven warier would be sent to protect and save the week. However, the most awesome of all, she would destroy the evil with out killing anyone but herself."