Here's chapter 3...it's about…..well just look at the title of the chapter….
Chapter 3: The Battle
A male elf who was taller than any elf in all of Du Weldenvarden, had just taken his post, some feet away from the battle. His hair looked like it was pure gold, as the light touched it; he had azure eyes and a muscular body. He was no ordinary elf, he looked more man then elf.
The elf sat on a tree branch that over looking the battlefield. He saw five or more humans, dead and maybe a little less than ten….or eight Urgals dead, he counted ten humans plus the rider equaled eleven, he counted twenty-two Urgals. The elf seemed entranced by the rider. Watching the rider, it seemed he moved with the speed and wisdom of an elf that's lived for a few centuries. From what the male elf had seen the rider had slain five Urgals. The rider's Dragon was enormous, the dragon was bigger than Saphira but just a little smaller than Glaedr, the dragons scales were dark red but they looked like rubies when the sun light hit the scales. His red transparent wings were just as big as its body, his talons was the size of the elves' forearm…maybe bigger. The Dragon's eyes were like giant eagle eyes always watching, the dragon seemed aware of everything even him. When the red dragon roared it shook the ground and the trees, his roar pierced the elf's ears like a high pitched screech that ripped his ears off. The elf wouldn't be surprised if the roar was heard all over Du Weldenvarden or most of Alagaësia.
The rider blocked three blows from the three Urgals, and then blocked three more from the same Urgals before killing them; the rider's dragon had killed four Urgals. The dragon would jump or fly out of the way of the Urgals slashes and blows. He had a giant gouge to his left front leg, it was bleeding heavily but it didn't seem to slow him down. The Dragon would swing his giant tail and knock the Urgals to their backs before he'd kill them with his talons, his teeth, his spikes, his breath fire or his rider would come in and kill them.
"Aryan?" called an elf from the ground.
"Yes Sir?" replied the elf from the tree.
"Anything knew to report, Aryan?"
"Yes Sir, the rider….moves like an elf I've never seen a rider…well except for an elf rider…move this fast." said Aryan looking down upon the elf.
"What, Aryan! Are you telling me this rider is an elf?"
"No Sir, well maybe sir…" muttered Aryan pausing, "Come have a look?"
"I think I will!" said the elf, as he started to climb the tree. Sitting beside Aryan and watching the rider, the two of them sat in total silence as they watched the battle.
Ten Urgals enclosed a circle around four soldiers. One of the soldiers blocked a blow from an Urgal and then killing it with a blow to the heart. Taking that as cue to attack, the other nine Urgals killed the four soldiers. One soldier of in the far distance caught Aryan and the other elf's eye. The soldier was fighting five Urgals at once. There was a human body lying at his feet as he fought the five Urgals. The warrior had long sliver hair and was as tall as an elf; he had the speed and strength of an elf. "Theirs an elf, that I could spot from a mile away…." boasted the elf sitting beside Aryan, laughing, Aryan looked confused.
"What are you talking about, Pär?" asked Aryan
"That's the Queen's adviser…well he was a personal friend of the King. No one knew what happened to him…" said the elf Pär
"Who is he?" asked Aryan confused.
"That's Erat, I wouldn't forget him!" said Pär who fell silent, Aryan watched the elf, Erat fight the five Urgals.
The elf Erat blocked every slash, blow and stabs the Urgals through at him. He jumped to the Urgals eye leave and he cut of two Urgals heads. As Erat landed on the ground an Urgal slashed his stomach, Erat's sword fell from his hand and into the desert sand, he fell to the ground with his had over his stomach. Aryan's and Pär's heads darted to the dragon rider as the rider screamed, when he saw Erat fall. Eight Urgals surrounded the rider blocking the rider from Erat. The dragon flew to his rider's side; the two of them killed the eight Urgals in an instant, the rider mounted his dragon and they flew quickly over to the four Urgals who surrounded Erat. Jumping from his dragon while it was still in the air, the jump would have killed or hurt a normal human but not this rider. The rider landed on top of an Urgal and stabbed the Urgal in its heart. Fire exploded out of the dragon's mouth, just nearly missing Erat but killing two Urgals. The Rider knelt by Erat, talking to low for Aryan and Pär to hear even with their keen hearing. Aryan and Pär turn their attention to the remaining soldiers and Urgals.
"Master Erat…." cried the rider, who had long copper hair, copper eyes, and was wearing a black wide brimmed hat, a gold band, a pointed head cover. The rider was wearing a red dirty torn lace shirt, and blue dirty torn pants, with a muddy dirt filled breast plate. It was the only piece of arm the rider wore.
"Don't cry…" said Erat wiping away the riders tears, with his free hand.
"I can heal you and save you!" said the rider, moving down to where Erat's slash.
"No my…" muttered Erat, trailing off, as he batting her hands away. "You must keep your strength my child…" Erat coughed and blood spattered out of his mouth.
"No Master, I can save you!" cried the rider, with tears falling down her face.
Please Master Erat, let us heal you, said the Dragon, nuzzling the side of Erat's head with his nose, Erat patted the dragon's nose.
"NO, you have to save the other farmers…." said Erat coughing, more blood spattered out of his mouth. "Give this to Queen Islanzadí...just be strong Knurlniem...Heart of Stone…" The rider took a rolled up piece of parchment from Erat and with that his body became motionless.
The rider gave one last cry before saying, "You were the closes person to my father…my whole family…and now you're gone and I have to enter Du Weldenvarden alone. It's been to long since I've been here. I wanted to enter and face my past with you, not with out you…" chocked the rider
The rider wiped away his tears and stood up, and he looked over at the remaining soldiers. His mouth dropped open as he only saw two soldiers left, standing. The rider jumped onto his dragon flew over to the last two soldiers, who were surrounded by five Urgals. Before the rider and his dragons could reach the two remaining soldiers they were slain by the five Urgals, in an instant. The rider jumped from his dragons back before they had even reached the soldiers. With his sword in hand, and pain and rage flowing through his blood, the rider attacked with all his strength and speed, killing all five Urgals faster than they could react.
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