Chapter 4 wolfia POV
As she sat in the tree pondering what had transpired since Servitium had hatched for her. Her mind went back to the day she had received the egg.
FLASHBACK.
Wolfia was crouching in the shadows of the city of Dras Leona a filthy city that was despised by many in the empire. The Riders had tried to fix the city up clean the streets and clear out those that worshiped Helgrind the massive black mountain a short ways away from the city but it had failed when the a rebellion for the throne had begun in Tierm. But she called the city home because of the shady deals and happenings that still occurred in the city. She was sneaking down into remains of the ancient cathedral. She advanced down numerous winding hallways before arriving in the wide circular room she used as her home. Six of the eight tunnels had collapsed with the cathedral above. This chamber had been her home the last one hundred years of her life. But there was something strange in her home this time. In the center sat a man in solid black robes with a hood hiding his face. He held a object that would change wolfias life forever. In his gloved hands was a black and white dragon egg. The man rose slowly to his feet and laid the egg on ground looking at her and saying "so you may continue your fathers work." Before he turned and strolled out of the room. Wolfia slowly advanced on the egg when it hatched. It was a fierce noble dragon. She slowly reached her hand out until it came in contact with the hatchlings flank.
FLASHBACK ENDS
Now here she sat in a tree in the great forest Du Weldenvarden training with Servitium to become a Dragon Rider. Her friends sat in the shade a short ways away laughing and conversing with each other. She gave a grim smile when Vrael turned to look for her but couldn't find her. She hopped out of the tall tree. She gathered herself some food and mead and join them in their celebration. Her grim expression never wavered as Willis and Vrael acted like the fools that they were. Vrael was looking nervous after a little while though. Turning he faced the tall elf Luna and with his face beat red asked her permission to begin to court her. Wolfia smiled grimly as the fools face lit up at her reply before shaking her head and drawing her hood low over her face watching the crowd dance and away to the sounds of elves singing. Then in the distance as if from a forgot age a soft song began playing. The song was a song of mourning. A song of loss and heart ache. It was also sung by the one person Wolfia had hoped to never hear from. The sound belonged to the mother who had abandoned her ages ago. The mother who had called her a devils spawn and sent her to die alone in the fierce Hadarac desert.