Laice
They all sat with wonder around the fire, what a beautiful sight it was! 'Magnificent' thought Thoron as the tiny creature fell asleep in his arms. It had taken him a while to get used to touching the baby dragon after the mighty shock the creature brought upon him. The rest of the band stared gently at the purring creature. "It shall be hungry when it awakes" Lor whispered handing Thoron a couple strips of meat. Thoron placed the strips aside and started thinking of a billion questions he wanted answered. "How big will it grow?" he deduced from his thought jumbled mind. Durion drew his brilliant green crested elven sword and a polishing cloth "nobody has ever seen a dragon stop growing actually" he inquired as he slid the cloth down the blade "the largest dragon ever seen covered huge farmlands". "I believe I need a name for my dragon, is that correct?" Thoron asked. "It's not wise to just give it a name; it has a choice in it as well, doesn't it?"
Thoron awoke from his deep slumber near the fire and sat up to look around. There sat his dragon all curled up near his legs. He glanced around the camp; all of the riders were asleep along with their dragons. The dragons green, grey and black all shone brightly against the fires crackling flames. He then looked back down to his dragon and let his mind wonder with questions. Ever since the connection between them his mind felt like never before, he could almost feel the dragon's heart beat next to his. Then he thought 'they beat in unison.' Then as if his dragon heard his thoughts, it lifted its eyes from its deep sleep. Thoron felt something briefly touch his mind. He let it wonder for a bit,and then he pushed forward and asked 'what is your name?'
A reply never came, of course it never came thought Thoron stupidly. It probably won't speak for years; it is still only a baby after all. Then with a curious thought he lifted the crimson red dragon awkwardly and stared at its underbelly. He had never seen a dragons private area before and didn't know what to expect. Of course it wasn't what he expected also, he had no clue whether it was a male or a female. He laid the dragon back down beside him and fell asleep.
That night he dreamt of large magnificent dragons, tons of them, covering the sky. There was more to it then just simple flying, but Thoron couldn't exactly see it. 'There fighting!' he thought. Right before his eyes a strong looking red dragon appeared. Glowing crimson before the fight, covered in gallant red and silver armor, he bellowed a mighty roar. On the chest piece of the armor stood a symbol, and Thoron recognized it almost immediately, the sign of the Dragon Riders. Briefly looking upwards he saw the great rider of the beast. Dressed in the most grandest of elven workmanship, he drew out his sword, raised it in the air and roared a huge war cry. His men (fellow dragon riders) did likewise and charged at the apposing force. The enemy consisted of ferocious riders with hard ridden dragons. Then just like before a massive dragon, larger than anything he had ever seen before appeared. On top consisted of a largely built man dressed in crude black armor. Lifting a powerful spiked mace above his head, he motioned to his warriors to charge forward. The meeting between the two forces was intense, the sky cracked with thunder as both magic and steel clashed upon each other.
As the sun rose in the east, Thoron awoke not remembering a single thought to his grand dream. He looked around to discover everyone packed and ready to go. He felt quite embarrassed as he rose from his makeshift bed. As fast as he could he stuffed his belongings into his leather bag. He then hoisted the baby dragon into his arms and jumped upon the larger beast. 'What the heck?' he thought 'the dragon wasn't this heavy before.' He must have been day dreaming but he could almost swear he had grown.
The day continued on slowly, he barely talked with Durion and had nothing to do but look down off the dragon at the same old boring landscape. Thoron then let his mind wonder for a minute, and felt a strange presence. Once again he began to pursue it.
'What is your name?'
No answer.
'Are you male or female?'
After a short period of time a small response came.
'Male'
Thoron analyzed the thought quickly in his mind, quickly he asked
'Do you know who I am?'
'Yes'
'Do you know who you are?'
'I am the one the call Laice.'
