Hello everyone! This story is originally from Wattpad, from my account Element-Of-Dreams
I posted it their, because: it's much easier, you can add videos, GIF's, Pictures.
So, this will be my first story on here (hopefully)
Down below is what you'll need - no worries I'll guide you along the way
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* Apostrophes in italics are thoughts
- Example: 'how am I going to make this simple!?'
* Translations of Tolkien's Languages will appear in Bold Asterisks (star symbols)
- Example: Mae Govannen *Well Met*
* Words in italics put emphasis on certain word(s)
- Example: I'm so sick of Spotify ads... I miss Premium
* Mind Link will be Bold, and within Two Bold Colons.
- Example: : There's trouble down below, watch out. :
* Lastly, Dreams. Within a bold dash mark and a asterisk. (I'll tell you when the dream is over, too.)
-Example: -* I remembered the night everything happened... The night my whole world changed. *-
If anyone has questions, just ask! This chapter will be a bit confusing (says the writer ️)
At least the first half.
Now, lets get started!
Song: This Is War
Artist: 30 Seconds To Mars
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Long ago, there was a city of Dragons, and Dragon Riders. These two beings were very different from other races in Middle Earth. The Dragons, they didn't desire power of any sort. All they cared about were each other and most of all - their Riders. Who they held a secret bond with. A Mind Link. These were known as Aurelian Dragons (Aur-e-lian).
The race of Riders? They weren't men, dwarves, elves, nor any of Middle Earth's foul creatures.
These creatures had;
- Elven grace, but looked that of man.
- Ranging in height from 5 foot (152.4 centimetres), to 6 foot. (182.88 centimetres)
- They aged like a dwarf and loved once.
- Some held magic, others not. Why not all held magic, is unknown.
The name of this race? Beywyn. (Bey-win) They had to be silent, fast, stealthy in order to ride their dragon.
A Beywyn, and their Aurelian Dragon together had many advantages.
- They could talk through each other's mind.
- With permission from the other, the Dragon, or the Beywyn could see through the others eyes. Which was handy if separated from the other.
The Aurelian Dragon itself,
- Could fly higher then it's cousins. High above into the clouds. So as not to be seen nor smelt by enemies.
- It could, like it's cousin's be killed by Black Arrows. Or of old age.
- Their sight and smell are far in range, further then an elf.
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Thror had made a treaty with the City of Zoria. For he valued it's Dragons if needed in battle. He knew they were different. (At least before he was sick.) Thráin was skeptical. Thorin, liked to stay out of political matters, as did his siblings Frerin and Dis.
Luckily Erebor only needed Zoria and it's Dragon Riders once or twice to fight off Wargs and Orcs from it's lands. Yes, the Dwarves were fierce but Dragons...they sent a message. One saying don't mess with us.
However, not too long down the road, did Thror go mad. And to make matters worse, a Fire Drake from the North was in the area spreading trouble. Zoria was gathering it's troops (Dragons and their Riders) just in case he came further then Erebor.
Thror, having caught wind of this Fire Drake, thought it was Zoria getting ready to attack Erebor and sent Thráin, his son with some of his Dwarven warriors to attack the city...at night.
You must understand that the Beywyn's are trained to fight both in the air and on the ground.
It was very, very early in the morning when Thráin led the attack...against his will. But he wouldn't let his men know that.
Most were sleeping, but luckily a young woman who went by the name Adisa (ah-dis-ah), was up.
She looked out her window and saw figures. Lots of figures. Short. Sturdy. And armed, for battle. They would be here before she could get the word out herself to everyone. So there was only one way... Mind Link.
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I closed my eyes, picturing my Dragon.
: Kavir, I need you to warn the others. Dwarves armed for battle are at our doorstep. Get ready for war. :
Worry flooded through me. His worry. : Stay in your room, Adisa. I'll do as you say. :
The King and Queen were fast asleep, having no knowledge of the attack.
My brother. I had to get to my little brother. He was all I had left in this world. Our parents passed not five winters ago.
His dragon, Sodiri should have warned him by now, hopefully.
Warning bells rang. Alerting the City. Dragons could be heard roaring, and tearing the Dwarves apart...however the Dwarves brought something with them. Black Arrows. And a make-shift cart on wheels just for the said arrows.
: Kavir, get out of here! : I yelled through the mind link.
: I won't leave you behind. : My dragon insisted.
: Then come and get me when it's over, you know I can handle myself. I have to protect Jorah. :
: I know you can, young one. It's them I worry about. Never trust Dwarves. I'll return. And soon. :
: Thank you, my friend. Stay safe. : I thanked him.
Now, to find my brother. It was nearing Dawn and I had to find him. He could be reckless.
I ran through the halls, searching every black mop of hair. My long hair flying far behind me as I ran, sword in hand.
"Jorah!" I whisper/shouted.
Arriving at his room, it was empty. Torn apart. They had got to him.
I looked out the window to see him in the courtyard. With a Dwarf.
My eyes blazed a bright Gold. I flicked my hand forward aiming it towards the Dwarf's weapon, then sharply I moved my hand to the right. Knocking the weapon out of his hand. Yes, I held magic.
They both looked up to the window and saw me. Jorah with a slight relieved smile, the Dwarf...very ticked off.
I hurried down to the courtyard so I could help my brother.
Arriving at his side, I noticed he had chain mail on. 'Smart thinking.' I thought.
Drawing my sword out, the Dwarves quickly over-powered me. Trained warriors. Two against six. Many around me dead. Magic or not, fast, and nimble or not... I couldn't win. Soon they chained me up to a pole.
"You have magic, girl. I saw it. From that window." He pointed.
"Aye, she could be an asset to our King."
"I will never serve a King who has ordered to slaughter a city in their sleep!"
My brother rushed in front of me, yelling and taking the blade that was meant for me.
Slicing. Blood. Tears. Screaming. A Thud.
I looked to the ground... My baby brother. Lied dead, on the ground. For things he didn't do. Because I wouldn't serve this dwarven King. I spat in Thráin's face. "I, will never serve your kind." I spat.
"Kill her." He ordered and walked away.
I screamed, a heart-wrenching scream full of agony. Which ended up in flattening everyone to the ground and breaking my chains.
I ran. And ran. Chancing a look back, no one was moving except the Dwarves.
Quiet sobs escaped me as I continued to run.
Kavir had sensed my emotions and had caught up to me by now. I was on his back, out of sight. Crying.
: Thank you, Kavir. : I said through quiet sobs.
He rumbled a thanks.
: Everyone's gone. Everyone. How about the Dragons? Can you sense any? :
: None, little one. We're the only ones. :
: We should head to Rivendell, we'll be safe their. :
He nodded : Good plan, Adisa. :
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So, this is the first and slightly? Confusing chapter. Let me know if you have questions! ️
On it's app I'm known for publishing long stories... (short stories seem to be impossible or me )
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