Dracul threw things hastily into a riding pack, he threw his dual swords into the bag along with a staff with a small gemstone that he spent hours on a day syphoning energy from all the Eldunari, the rock could easily destroy several cities with the power it contained at this point. With a savage stroke he made sure that it had proper balance. It did.

Smiling, he collapsed it and strapped the pack around the back of his waist. The bag hung loosely at his side.

He then began his transformation, filling his mind with the purple dragon that was himself.

He could feel the uncomfortable pressure being released from his chest and skull and he felt his mind begin to grow. He felt the bag grow tighter around his waist but it was not uncomfortable.

With a certain satisfaction that he took in dawning his dragon form he shook himself down and he was turned into a thousand mirrors.

He glistened in the light of the new dawn and roared his challenge to the world. Galbatorix re-entered the area wearing a purple robe that complemented his own vibrant purple scales and smiled. "I expect that you will be back soon, the twins will set you up with everything you need to capture them."

He paused, "Take your time, and do not return to me empty handed."

Dracul leaned down and brushed his chin along Galbatorix's outstretched hand, They are as good as yours my king.

And with this final thought he jumped into the wind. With several powerful strokes of his wings he flew high above the city, people watched as he, with one movement flew at speeds that were fast even for a dragon. He swooped down low over an area in the planes, scaring a herd of cattle.

The rest of the day was a constant chatter of thoughts coming from his mind about how happy the rider and dragon would be when he showed them the vision Galbatorix had given him oh so long ago.

He also was taken back to months ago when he had demolished multiple ships full of innocent traders. He immediately dismissed the thoughts. They were foolish as the trader who had been assisting them and who owned the ship aswell had been aiding the enemy.

At dusk he reached a new village, the whole thing was rather small and quaint. So as he approached he began his transformation pulling on a simple riding style getup. The speed that he was flying at the moment before the transformation made him sprint. He knew none saw the transformation because when he went sprinting into town none was running away from him.

He gracefully swept into the bar area, Galbatorix had always been teaching him to remember to keep a low profile. If he had gone into a more expensive place he would have raised a few eyes, and a child in a bar was still suspicious enough. He was incredibly tall for his age standing at almost one-hundred and eighty five centimeters tall, this helped to passed him away as almost sixteen rather than his actual age of twelve.

He walked up through a very suspicious group of adults to the man managing the bar. "I would like a room for the night please."

The man grunted, "That ll' cost ya ten crowns."

The bar erupted with laughter as a beer was half of a crown. But the people grew quiet as Dracul dragged out ten crowns from his bag.

The bartender looked at the crowns, obviously surprised a boy would carry that change. But then he went back to his work after handing him a room key and telling him it was the second door on the left. Dracul waltzed up the stairs and threw a few words of power at the room and the sheets glowed faintly, satisfied with their cleanliness he tossed his bag onto the mattress.

With a flick of his wrist the door latched shut.

He then took the precaution to wire a spell to the door so if someone forcibly entered he would be instantly woken.

The power he had from him being a dragon was not insignificant, although he did lack a Eldunari of his own he had the physical strength of a dragon to put behind spells.

He went to bed dreaming of the probability of having to make another stop before reaching the 'hidden waterfall.'

He arose the next morning to find several men waiting for him outside.

"You should let me pass."

"The boys and I were thinking of a little duel. The winner takes all the other's valuables."

"If I refuse?"

A man lifted a crossbow and pointed it at him, Dracul was unconcerned by this move because of a ward that specifically blocked attacks, "Don't"

He looked at the size of the man, he was strong, but he lacked coordination. "Why not? Bring what weapons you will." He reached into his bag and removed the two riders blades. "I am ready. And I shall meet you in the town square."

The men eyed the blades hungrily, they quickly broke apart and gave the one man the best weapons along with several pieces of armour.

Dracul reached out with his mind, Father are you there?

Galbatorix responded almost instantly, Of course son, do you need something?

Would you like to practice your skills with the blade?

No but I shall watch the battle with your eyes if that would please you.

Dracul smiled and nodded towards the man who on the other side of the circle dressed with armour. The other people formed a circle around them and people gathered to watch. Apparently this was something more common than not in this town.

"Begin!" a man to their right said and so they did.

Dracul crossed the distance between them with two steps and with one powerful stroke from his arm cut the shoulder pad off one side. With the other arm he blocked a strike from the man's sword.

He spun around with a kick and knocked the man off balance and he fell. Villagers cheered as the man got back up and rounded on him wiping a thin line of blood from his mouth.

He roared like a wounded animal and barreled towards him. Dracul sidestepped and punched the man in the mouth. He then sheathed his blades. As the man swung the sword he caught the blade. Angry the man pulled weakly against his powerful muscles. He let go a moment later and the slamed the man in the chest with his palm, sending him flying with a nasty crash as he landed.

Dracul turned and began walking away when he heard the distinctive click of a crossbow being loaded. "Alright that was quite the show, now hand me your valuables as I believe I win."

Dracul rounded on him, letting the power rise inside him. "Go on, you will have to shoot me if you want my things."

The man growled and fired the bolt. It hurtled towards him but stopped as if it had hit a wall in front of him. Hovering there the villagers began hastily backing up, the man on the other side of the circle's jaw dropped.

Dracul began stalking towards him, with a few whispered words the man was lifted into the air by an unseen force, with a quick stab from his sword the man had a huge gash in his side, not one that would kill him though.

"A quick memory for the day you crossed paths with a man twice what you will ever be. I have stolen your only valuable that is worth something to me." He looked around at the villagers, they were standing back, leaving a hole in the crowd. "Thank you."

But as he turned to leave multiple crossbow bolts slammed into his wards. "Really?"

The men turned beet red and put away the crossbows.

"Don't even think about it Harold." He said to a man who was notching an arrow on a bow who had some of the weakest mental shielding ever. The man stopped and fainted on spot as Dracul left, leaving a stunned crowd far behind him.

Laughter exploded into his head, That's a show that I could watch for the next thousand years.

Dracul smiled as his father continued laughing.

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