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Chapter 3 – Flying

Kiatra stood nervously in front of Aseil, who bore a leather saddle.

I'm scared. She told Aseil, moving carefully to climb onto the saddle.

Just hang on, and don't worry, you'll be fine.

Kiatra gulped and slowly climbed into the saddle, straightening her dress so it wouldn't flare up in the wind. I guess its okay… she thought, leaning down and hugging Aseil's neck.

She had gotten onto the dragon's back before, but never with a saddle and never had Aseil flown. She quickly abandoned the hug as Murtagh walked into the room.

She had a strong crush on him, he was cute, the strong & silent type. He might think she was foolish if he saw her hugging a dragon. Aseil snorted.

I don't know what you see in him.

He's sweet and cute! Kiatra replied angrily, smiling sweetly at Murtagh.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes." Kiatra looked down, running her hand down the leather of the saddle.

"We haven't had time to make you a sword, but here, these might help you."

"Thanks." Kiatra took the bundle. Inside was a small dagger with a jewel the same color of her eyes and Aseil's scales.

"It's a jewel called amethyst. They're quite rare, and that shade even more so." Murtagh said, watching her.

"Its beautiful."

"It's meant to be more than that."

Next came a bow and a quiver of arrows with the fletching the same color as the jewel, and the bow's wood had been painted in patterns, again with the periwinkle color.

"The King thought you might want more decorative things."

"He was right. I love them." Kiatra said, buckling the dagger to her belt, and pulling the quiver and bow across her shoulders.

She knew how to use both, from having to hunt in the forest and defend herself. She was an orphan, but lived in a camp with others like her. They had said that she had turned up one day 6 years ago, when she was 10 years old. Kiatra couldn't remember where she came from, but it had never bothered her.

She would probably never see her parents anyway, so what was the use of worrying about them?

"-and if you do that, you'll be fine." Kiatra jerked out of her reverie.

"What?" she said nervously.

Aseil and Thorn took off.

"Ahhh!" Kiatra screamed, hanging tight to the spike right in front of her, her eyes squinted tightly.

As Aseil began to fly more evenly, Kiatra opened her eyes.

"Wow!" she gasped, taking in all that was around her.

Isn't it wonderful? Aseil asked.

Yes… You have been blessed, Aseil.

As have you, Strange Eyes.

Kiatra laughed. Aseil had called her that, ever since he gained better aspects of speech.

"Are you doing alright?" Murtagh yelled over the rush of wind the wings of the dragon's created.

"Yes, this is wonderful!" Kiatra yelled back.

I'm going into a dive now.

Aseil closed his wings against his sides, and they began to plummet towards the ground. Right before they hit the ground he pulled up. Thorn pulled down beside him, his red eyes angry.

DON'T EVER DO THAT AGAIN! He roared.

Aseil and Kiatra flinched.

Sorry… I just wanted to show Kiatra how fun flying is… Aseil said quietly, hanging his head as he flew higher.

Thorn snorted and a jet of flame came from his nostril.

You could have killed both of you! You are the hope of the King! Don't let this happen again!

Yes, Thorn.

Thorn glared at them and flew higher, Murtagh on his back.

Thorn is scary… Kiatra said, trying to assure Aseil. He still seemed sad.

I could've killed you. I'm sorry. He said, so quietly Kiatra had to strain to hear him.

Kiatra could think of nothing else to say.

Longer then the others. I swear, before I do another chapter I'll redo the first, since it sucks. Thank you all for reading; I don't really have anything else to say except please R&R.