Laughing,
Twanis ran from the village, the angry shouts following him. It was nothing
to laugh at, but today he felt like laughing till he cried. The shouts
grew softer and softer behind him. Twanis had always been a fast runner,
and not many would dare follow him into the Forest. They were afraid of
the dragons.
Twanis began
to slow down until he reached a rock. He stopped to rest, panting for breath
on the rock for a minute before pulling out the reason he was being chased.
Alll it was was food, a simple loaf of bread stolen from a merchant to
feed a peasant boy, yet this loaf of bread, and others he had stolen, had
caused a riot in the village. Ah, but the nobly born simply did not understand
what it was like to live hungry all of the time. Twanis ate hungrilly.
Hard as
this life was, Twanis had been living it for many years now, traveling
from village to village, staying at each until he was chased out. Perhaps
it was time to leave this one, acept that he really didn't want to. He
had no attachment to place or anything like that, one vilage market was
as good as any other, but he had his reasons for staying there.
Her.
He did not
know her name, but he did not need to. She was perfect. She was beautiful.
She was kind, oh so kind. She had offered him bread one day, her deep brown
eyes meeting his, and Twanis knew that he loved her.
She lived
in the second house of the village with her sickly mother and elderly grandfather.
Every morning and every night she came to the well for water near the forest.
She
wasn't
afraid of the dragons. Often she would sing, her clear voice music to Twanis's
ears, and he would sit in a tree and watch her, and imagine she was singing
just for him. Soon, it would be evening, and she would come again! Twanis
ate his bread quickly and stole to the tree to wait.
So he waited.
And waited. And waited. But the beautiful one never came. Darkness fell
over the village and Twani's forest, yet she never came. Why?
Twanis climbed
down from the three and went into the village, not caring about the rioters
who might harm him. He went right to the second house on the main street,
and saw that the windows were dark. One was broken. He heard weeping.
Twanis went
into the house, and saw the woman who was her mother on the floor crying.
She, or her grandfather, were no where to be seen. Twanis helped the woman
to her feet, soothing her and asking her, "What is wrong?"
"She left!"
The woman sobbed. "My Alviara left to go to the forests of dragons! She
thought she could get a dragon to help save us...but the dragons are monsters!
You must do something! She would willingly go to a dragon!" At this point
the woman fell into helpless sobbing again.
Her name
was Alviara. And she had gone to the forest of dragons! Twanis did not
fear the dragons for he knew they rarely harmed humans, but the beautiful
one Alviara was alone in the forest, and many other dangers lurked there!
"I will
go after her, and I will find her. I promise you that ma'am." And he would.
Making sure the woman was safe in her bed, Twanis left the village and
went into the now dark forest at a run, after Alviara.
She could
be anywhere in this forest, but Twanis knew the general directoin of the
so feared dragons, and perhaps she did too.
name: Twanis | name: Mandarb |
age: 19 years | age: egg |
gender: male | breed: night dragon |
gender: male | |
parents: unknown | |
clutch: Wild #3 |