Hi, I figured I would try a new fan fiction and I decided on this. I hope you like it. R&R if you like it ;)!

Chapter One: The Dragon of Yldendar

Lurja entered the cave. The people had given her the directions for reaching it and sure enough when she had arrived the stench of dragons' breath greeted her. She was scoffed by millions of towns and villages for being a female dragon slayer. "I will show them that they can not make a fool of me and get away with it. I will prove them wrong." she said quietly. She couldn't afford to wake the dragon that is supposedly inside. She crept slowly inside and the cave got steeper and lower until she couldn't stand due to height or steepness. She took another careful step into the cave and stumbled. She stepped on a weak layer of rocks to gain her footing and they gave way, letting her fall into the caverns bowels. Her head hit a rock on the way down and she knew nothing more than darkness.

When she awoke, she was in the darkest part of the lower caverns. It reminded her of the catacombs in the Kerill monastery. The stench was something new, its foulness making her gag. "I must be close", she said softly. She heard a deep rumble in the same rhythm of sleep as nature was in right now. The dragon was asleep, for now. She got up from where she landed and grabbed her sword. She reached the cavern where the dragon lay and saw… "Nothing!" she said astonished.

The dragon had to have been there but where was it now? She entered the chamber and heard rocks falling somewhere behind her. She whipped around, sword in hand to face it. And saw a small dragon, no bigger than her forearm, cowering in fear. It is just a baby, she thought. She jumped when the dragon spoke, its tiny voice crystalline in the dimly lit cavern.

"Are you going to kill me?" it asked in that crystal tone. Lurja hadn't expected anything like this.

"H…Hey, dragons don't talk! You should not be talking! What witchery is this?" said Lurja. The dragon looked at her in confusion and spoke.

"And dragons do talk, just not all of us. I am the last of the crystal dragons. My name is Myrra, it means innocence." She paused, possibly to let her breath catch up to her, before continuing. "The only spell cast here was to create a spirit image of my mother; she was killed two weeks ago by a human just like you. But, she killed the human too. I begged her not to but, she didn't listen…" Lurja interrupted her.

"Wait, your mother is the dragon that killed my brother!" I should kill you to avenge his death. The dragon attempted to back further into the corner it was in and was visibly close to tears. Lurja remembered when her mother had died and lowered her sword.

Myrra spoke fearfully, "A…a…aren't you g…going t…to kill m…me?" The little blue and silver dragon was obviously scared, and she couldn't be more than a few months old as far as Lurja could tell. And dragons grew fast. She bent down closer to the terrified creature and picked her up. She was light… and soft. Mother always did say that beings with something in common help each other, she thought.

Lurja spoke softly and kindly for the first time since their meeting "Look, it seems to me that we both have no one left as family. So how about you come with me? We'll go and travel the world and maybe we will be able to forgive transgressions if there are any left to forgive." She let Myrra wrap her tail around her arm to hold on to her shoulder and started out of the cave. She wouldn't be known as a dragon slayer, but she would be known as a dragons friend possibly. Maybe some good can come out of loss, she did feel comfortable around Myrra. And the little one was alone. I just hope nothing happens that you lose your innocence, she thought.