Chapter 3.2
Over the next few days, Murtagh and I have become really good friends. Sure we have our differences, but we learn about each other's pasts, what we want to reveal of course, and from each other. For instance, I learned that Murtagh is the son of a Dragon Rider, and he learned that I come from a long line of Guardian Dragons. One day after breakfast, we decide to, as he calls it, spar. But dragons aren't very good with walking on two feet for very long, so instead I placed the stick between my jaws and swung my head from side to side to block and attack. I must admit he's quite good! But he couldn't stand up to me in a real battle, that's for sure. Later on in the day, we're flying along and we meet up with this weird looking dragon-like creature. I think it's a dragon at least for it looks like one to me. The large black dragon-like thing snarls at us.
Oh no! Why is he here? Murtagh thinks.
What's wrong Murtagh?
"That dragon is the king's. Its name is Shruikan," Murtagh explains.
Shruikan snarls again at us and somehow it can talk!
Why are you here white dragon? He snarls.
I landed in this world, I reply.
Leave now or I will take you to the king myself, Shruikan growls.
I'm afraid I can't do that. You see I can't return to my world until I find the human that was separated from me when we arrived here and I think he's in danger, I snarl back.
A foolish choice dragon! Shruikan roars.
Shruikan lunges at me. I dodge and land on the ground.
I suggest you get off unless you want to be thrown off, I growl, as I watch Shruikan circling around where we are.
Murtagh dismounts and I fly back into the sky.
Bring it on! Isnarl.
He flies forward, attempting to run into me. I dodge by barrel-rolling and blast him with my Shadow Blast. He roars in pain and surprise and turns to face me.
You are very good for an outsider.
Perhaps I am but it won't matter if you take me to the king.
He lunges again and again I dodge. But this time he strikes back with fire. I scream in surprise and try to hold it back with a Shadow Blast but to no use.
Murtagh run! I think he wants you next, I cry as I feel my strength fading.
With one final effort I roar and tear through the torrent of fire. I fly toward him, growling. He can't dodge quickly enough and we crash into each other. Falling toward the ground, we begin to spin around each other and then lock our talons together. A few seconds before we crash, we open our wings, unlock our talons, and blast the ground with Shadow or fire, then gain attitude again. We both snarl at each other and Shruikan flies off. I land, exhausted.
"You did drive him off, right?"
Yes I did . . . he shall not bother us for a while, I reply as I lay my head down on the grass and close my eyes to rest.
Suddenly I open my eyes. A strange energy force is coming from a small town. I ask Murtagh what towns are small and from that we discover that Carvahall is probably where my master is. I can't tell quite what color the dragon is but I can see that a small female dragon has been born there.