Tiff the Odd
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It had been a good day in the Kingdom of Iris, home of the Dragon Riders. A race of humans who could use magic due to the soul bond they shared with the dragons who chose to fly with them. The riders ruled Iris peacefully and firmly with most of the human citizens being fairly happy under the rule of Queen Lora and King Ivan. The couple were young and King Ivan had only ascended the throne ten years ago. Both were dragon riders. Viera was King Ivan’s large purple dragoness, a fierce warrior and gifted with strong magic. Moll was more of a scholar like his rider, Queen Lora. Most dragons ended up being the opposite gender of their rider, some would say it had sobering to do with balance.
Anyway, the day had been good. It was the fifth birthday of Princess Ovette or Ove as she was called by her family and friends. The little princess was the only child of the King and Queen, who loved her more than life. The young girl had been showered with treats and gifts until the moon shone high in the sky. The choosing ceremony started and the young girl entered the hatchery alone. It was a sacred tradition and nobody else but the future rider was to be present. It was to keep any outside influence from determining her pick. Her parents and the royal guard along with all their dragons stood in wait. Many of the parents of the eggs stood anxiously, wondering if any of their brood would be picked.
When the little girl finally emerged with her egg in hand, the party began. The small girl was permitted to stay up for longer than usual though the excitement of the day wore her out. The day ended with the young girl being carried to her chambers with her father where her egg was sitting on a pedestal, it was due to hatch the next day after all. All eggs hatched within 24 hours of being chosen by a rider. Unfortunately, the hatchling would never get to experience the safety and freedom of growing up in the palace.
It was around midnight when the young girl was stirred awake by her mother. Lora was rushing around the room, get dress covered in something red. There was a satchel that she put Ovette’s new egg in before wordlessly picking up her daughter.”Where’s Papa?”Ove asked tiredly, nuzzling her mother’s shoulder. Lora smiled at her little girl.”Shh, my love. We must be quiet.”She had not the heart to tell her young daughter that her father had been killed by Silas, the leader of the elves who were currently taking over the castle. All that mattered was getting her and the egg to the dragon waiting outside.
When they were close to the dragon, Lora put Ovette on her feet. She placed a cloak over her then handed her the satchel.”Listen, Moll and Viera are...”She glanced at her daughter.”Gone. So is Ivan. I will not leave my people. You must take Ove and leave.”Lora told the dragon grimly, looking behind her constantly.”Fly her away from Iris, across the sea.”She added.”The time of the dragon riders in Iris is gone.”
(I left the description of the egg up to you since I assume the egg will look similar to the dragon’s color)
Anyway, the day had been good. It was the fifth birthday of Princess Ovette or Ove as she was called by her family and friends. The little princess was the only child of the King and Queen, who loved her more than life. The young girl had been showered with treats and gifts until the moon shone high in the sky. The choosing ceremony started and the young girl entered the hatchery alone. It was a sacred tradition and nobody else but the future rider was to be present. It was to keep any outside influence from determining her pick. Her parents and the royal guard along with all their dragons stood in wait. Many of the parents of the eggs stood anxiously, wondering if any of their brood would be picked.
When the little girl finally emerged with her egg in hand, the party began. The small girl was permitted to stay up for longer than usual though the excitement of the day wore her out. The day ended with the young girl being carried to her chambers with her father where her egg was sitting on a pedestal, it was due to hatch the next day after all. All eggs hatched within 24 hours of being chosen by a rider. Unfortunately, the hatchling would never get to experience the safety and freedom of growing up in the palace.
It was around midnight when the young girl was stirred awake by her mother. Lora was rushing around the room, get dress covered in something red. There was a satchel that she put Ovette’s new egg in before wordlessly picking up her daughter.”Where’s Papa?”Ove asked tiredly, nuzzling her mother’s shoulder. Lora smiled at her little girl.”Shh, my love. We must be quiet.”She had not the heart to tell her young daughter that her father had been killed by Silas, the leader of the elves who were currently taking over the castle. All that mattered was getting her and the egg to the dragon waiting outside.
When they were close to the dragon, Lora put Ovette on her feet. She placed a cloak over her then handed her the satchel.”Listen, Moll and Viera are...”She glanced at her daughter.”Gone. So is Ivan. I will not leave my people. You must take Ove and leave.”Lora told the dragon grimly, looking behind her constantly.”Fly her away from Iris, across the sea.”She added.”The time of the dragon riders in Iris is gone.”
(I left the description of the egg up to you since I assume the egg will look similar to the dragon’s color)