| Lopa's Past |
| Lopa sighed as she gazed out over the waters of Alskyr. She'd never seen building like that anywhere around Alskyr, but she'd hardly been to any other island than Verita. She knew that that was the island her family had landed on, and that was where they had stayed until... Lopa's family had been at Wild River for several years, and Lopa had grow up quite well. She had had plenty of other children to play with, and she had had a fine education at the Verita Institute. She was very happy until one night late in the winter when the Caer was broken into. The watcher dragons had been restrained, and their Dragoneers drugged. The groups sunk into Lopa's familiy's Caerlet. When they saw her parents laying in bed with their flitters laying between them, the persons chose them to be the victiums. Lopa shuddered. She could still hear her mother's scream echo in her ears. Her father didn't scream. He held a stern lip when the man stabbed him through the heart. Lopa had whimpered slightly, drawing the group's attention to her. One man, the one who had stabbed her father, went to kill her as well, but another of the men had grabbed his hand. As she had thought about it over the years, she couldn't recall the man who had stopped the other being in the room when her parents were killed. She had gotten a good look at him since he had smiled at her as they left, saying that everything would be okay when he returned. He hadn't returned to the Caer. At least, he hadn't while she was still there before her schooling had picked up. She tried to figure out whether someone had come to the Caer while she was gone. "Lopa?" the Dragoneer sighed. "Are you all right?" "Huh? Oh, I'm fine," Lopa sighed as she felt her mind slip away from her. *** "What was that!" Lopa exclaimed, gasping for breath. "It's called between, dear," The Dragoneer sighed. "Don't worry. You'll get us to it." "I will?!" Lopa exclaimed. "You will," He said, laughing. "You will." As the dragon landed in front of a large sheltered area, a woman rushed out to greet them, "G’ral, who's this?" "Her name's Lopa," G'ral said as he leaped off his bronze's back and helped Lopa down. "Sfisth says a gold would be just the thing for her, but he refuses to tell me why." "Bronzes aren't normally searchdragons," The woman sighed. Tai, I assure you. This girl is wonderfully fit for a dragon. She has the same roots as us, despite her Alskyran residence. And if she fails to Impress the gold, she can always stand again, Sfisth sighed to the woman. "All right, Sfisth," Tai sighed. "She may stand. Let's just call this our experiment with bronze searchers." Continue... |