A/N: Sry to anybody who's been w8ting. Enjoy! It'll be a while till I post the next chapter. I'd like sum reviews as well since I dun know if I'm wasting my time or not, be honest since that;s what reviews ar for. Also thanls

Chapter 2:

Across the battlefields, small skirmishes erupted as night patrols made their rounds. Even the fall of night would not stop the bloodshed. All the citizens of the land were here to help fight this war, and those who were unable to fight, helped those in need.

In a large white tent in the middle of the human camp, Turiak, the lieutenant in charge, was looking after one particularly impatient soldier. One particularly impatient soldier and her dragon mount who was just as impatient, which made this patient's treatment all the more dangerous.

However, the wound she suffered was not light, an arrow had made it past her heavy armor and chainmail undergarment, even know the wound it had inflicted began to ooze a sickly green pus. The blood around the wound was worse, the stem of blood refusing to stop.

To Turiak's eye it was obvious that the arrow tip was poisoned. Luckily for the female lancer, her dragons concern for her health had saved her, as it was he that noticed the blood dripping from her right arm and urged her to come to the field hospice. Even now the dragon continued to worry.

I told you, we should have come here earlier. It was by fate's hand that I noticed the wound. The female lancer scowled. "Look the chemist can handle it and if he can't, a quick fix-up from the white mages isn't hard!" Turiak found it quite amazing that the lancer had the courage to shout at such a big creature, and he knew that if he had that sort of courage, he wouldn't be inside the hospice tent.

Chemist Turiak, are you sure the arrow had no other effects? Maybe it is the cause for her… unpleasant disposition.

Turiak looked up from the knight's wound to stare right into the dragon's face. Looking at something so big unnerved him, but looking at something so big so close! He quivered slightly under its intense stare. They stood there for a little while, Turaik rooted to the spot in fear.

Kira sensing the tension mounting spoke quickly, "Chemist, perhaps you could just give me the potion, I'll remember to take it." Turiak quivered as he spoke "Y-yes p-perhaps you're r-right…"

Turiak quickly walked away from the pair, glad to be away from Rachevar's attention.

Kira waited until Turaik was out of hearing distance then laughed. Rachevar turned to look at her puzzled. Kira stroked Rachevar's neck. "Ah, poor Rachie, you still don't understand how you intimidate us humans." It is strange, all the other lancers seem to understand that I would do them no harm. Why is it that human found me so…scary. Kira laughed again. "You still got a lot to learn about us humans Rachie."

I am only 5 summers old! And you humans seem to have such weird customs, for example, I understand why you wear armor, but wearing clothes? Why not go around the way you were born, do you not enjoy the feeling of sun on the scales? "You've got a lot to learn yet."

Kira smiled. Despite the years, Rachevar was still as curious as a young dragon. He needed to know everything about everything and he was constantly confused by human traditions and manners.

Hey! That's not an answer and you know it! You have avoided that question for years now, ever since I convinced you to try it when you were younger. Admit it, it was good! It was obvious you were enjoying it till you ran out of the house.

"On market day Rachie, on market day." Rachevar snorted, They acted as if they had never seen a woman before! "Please, not in the hospital Rachie, you know how that embarrasses me." Human emotions are so volatile, like a black mage after a phoenix down…

Turiak arrived back from the potion cupboard in the back. He was still sweating profusely but seemed to have regained his nerve. "Here," Turiak shoved into Kira's lap, very studiously avoiding Rachevar's gaze.

"You are lucky you know, that was the last potion in there and we don't get our next batch till the white and blacks are done mixing the next batch." Turiak wiped the gathering sweat from his brow. It's very hard to ignore looking at a dragon but Turiak managed. "Thank you chemist, I'll see you later!" With one smooth motion Kira swept her helmet from the bed and swung around Rachevar's neck to get to the saddle.

The dragon withdrew its head from the tent and Turiak could hear the sounds of the dragons flapping its wings. He continued to listen to the powerful beating and sat on the bed long after it was gone.

You know I don't like that, you should've given me a warning! "Hey, what's the use of going to a lancer academy and not being able to show off what you've learnt?" Rachevar looked back at and rolled his eyes at Kira, the equivalent of a sigh. "Hey watch it, the command tent is back there Rachie!" Sorry, it's dark nearly missed it and that dragon over there looked like it was calling me over and I though I'd go and introduce myself to such an attra… "Dragon romance later Rachie, important council now."

Alright, alright. As thunder and lightning lit up the sky, soldiers around the campfire looked up to see silhouettes of lancers and their dragon partners patrolling the night sky and keeping the camp safe from the air. Rachevar found a place to land outside the tent and lowered his head, allowing Kira to get off. "I'll be a while, can you wait?"

Don't worry, I'll know when to come Without another word Rachevar propelled himself into the night sky again. Kira wondered for a moment if he was going to see the other dragon he mentioned earlier.

But she brought herself back to the task at hand. Walking towards the entrance of the multi-color tent she found herself being addressed by two knights of the church. Their insignia marked them as being trained and schooled in the cathedral near Gariland.

One brought up his gauntlet, it was slick with rain but he showed no sign of fatigue if he had been standing there long. Thunder struck above them and in the light cast by the thunder, Kira could see the helm clearly, but not what lay underneath, the light failing to penetrate the gloom coming from the inside.

What was weird was that the scabbard of the knight in question held the insignia of one the lord of Riovanes. The light faded and the knight and his armor faded to meld with the darkness once more.

A voice came from emanated forth from the helm, a voice young enough to be that of a boy. "Halt. State your name, Rank and regiment." "I'm Kira, fourth in command of the 3rd Bervenian Lancers, lead by commander Murak." She was afraid of inquiring about the voice seeing as how she might upset him for nothing it out. "Ah yes, go right through."

As the knight swept the tent flap to allow Kira through, she quickly walked in, thankful to be out of the wind and the rain. The circular lobby was surrounded by lighted candles on all sides. On the floor lay a huge red carpet, depicting battles from ages long past. Opposite Kira, there was another flap, the entrance to the council being held.

As she walked across the carpet she felt guilty for letting herself drip on it. She drew back the flap. Inside there was a large, round table. There were 12 chairs in all surrounding it. On them sat the most important men and women from across the land.

The duke of Lesalia and his heir, the mage prince.

The baron of Zeltennia and his wife, a huge ranking white mage among the order.

The new elected count and the mage lord, both from the alliance of Gariland and Igros.

Representatives of the lands south of the trade city of Warjilis, Zarghidas and Dorter, numbering 2 men.

Emissaries from Nelveska temple, 2 hooded priests their cowls drawn tightly around their head so it was hard for Kira to tell whether they were male of female since they were sitting down.

And finally, Commander Murak who represented the small villages and towns around the city of Bervenia and Bervenia itself.

All the other small leagues and alliances had been given orders already on what to do since most were under the control of one of the larger provinces. Commander Murak gestured to the seat next to him and she sat down, preparing herself for a night of boredom.