(P.S., be back in a few dayz for more)e)
Dragon
Lord
Training Camp
Aenor watched as the multitudes gathered. The single tent at the end of the field, the crimson and green striped flag fluttering in the evening breeze, the scent of the earth, a perfect evening, but this was no ordinary evening, for this evening signalled a begenning and an end, a fate from which there was no turning back.
He looked around, Krosdur was late, nothing unusual in that, he thought, he smiled to himself as his thoughts raced back, to a time when he and his best friend Krosdur were of the new brood, carefree, ingnorant and, most importantly, sheilded from the world that would be theirs.
He looked up, the sun was still in the sky, but dark clouds approached, only an hour left before sundown, he mused, if Krosdur was coming at all, he would be one of the last to arrive, trust him to be late on such an important day as this, frowned Aenor. He had a last look at the sun, and then he decided, Krosdur or no Krosdur, he was going down, where lay his destiny. He had only just picked up his shield when he dropped it again, something large had flown over him, and this was not a good sign. His eyes scanned the skyline, the shape was turning and diving towards him, he saw that it was a winged dragon, bearing a spear, the drgon turned around and dove towards Aenor. Aenor had already gone into a defensive posture, his shield up, to defend against any fireballs that came his way, he looked around, he was alone on the hill, the others were long past gone, and it seemed to him that none other had seen this dragon coming.
"Halt tresspasser, name thy errand and lord if thou values thy life!".
Aenor readied his sword and answered the winged dragon through clenched teeth,"I be Aenor, nephew and heir to lord Axur of the council of defence, my errand be", he started to walk towards the winged dragon," to slay a winged dragon by the name of Krosdur who would be late for Ravadom, though the tides of battle depended on him, you winged curse on our brood, where were you anyway?".
Krosdur, who had landed and was facing Aenor, backed a step and grinned,"Allright I am late, but nat THAT late, we are still in time, that is if you slow excuse for a dragon would start walking, nay, running towards the tent. Oh and did you know that the peasents of Akh-Bugruz make the best stew in all the lads east of Xangtor. Well, I must be going, the initiation is about to start."
"Akh-Bugruz?, Stew?, so this means you wouldn't be having dinner for the next six months?" Aenor growled, then sighed and said,"Well, lead on, I am following."
They walked down the hill, each in his own thoughts, they joined the rest of the dragons that had assembled, the sun was almost down, it was a clear day, so there was still some light, Aenor and Krosdur walked on, there were very few dragons whom they could recognize, and most of them were high princes like them. There was some activity at the tent at the end of the field, the crowd that had gathered suddenly fell silent, an old dragon had come out of the tent, his gauntletes were white, "Cleric of the imperial council", Krosdur whispered to Aenor. Then quite suddenly, a guard who stood beside the tent sounded a horn, shattering the calm of the evening, resounding from hill to hill, enveloping te asssembled dragons in a sound that mournful and inspiring at the same time, for the note that he struck was the signal for the end of life and death, of war and peace and of hope and despair, it was the note of Ravadom. There was still time for the lives of this brood and a hundered after it to pass, before the note would be played again, but not by any mortal, not by dragon, troll or afrux, it would envelope the world like the solitary horn enveloped the dragons in the valley, but then, it would be a note of doom and glory, and never shall any mortal play the note again, for that was Ravadom.
When all was calm, the cleric stepped forward and spoke out in a clear voice, "Welcome young ones, I am Thrugu, a cleric of the imperial council, and today is the day that would change your destiny, or rather, you would change your destiny, I give you one chance to leave, to slink back and tell the world that you are nothing but a coward, and I give you one chance to stay and prove that you were a fool."