The black, oily ripples pulled back as the gargantuan body of the great wyrm arose from the heavy mist. Two orange gleaming pinpricks searched the darkness and finally rested on the familiar cloaked figure waiting at the edge of the lake. Arven Dawnmoon stared up at the forest guardian for a long time before she spoke.
"Old friend, our need is dire. The darkness surrounds the forests and our people have fled before the dread host. Will you aid us?"
For what seemed like an eternity, the Forest Dragon kept silent, as if contemplating the strands of the future. Then, almost noiselessly, it lifted itself up from the waters and swooped down towards the small frame of the wood elf princess. At the last possible moment, Arven leapt up, impossibly high, and landed on the back of the ancient beast. Exhiliration filled her being as the the drake gathered momentum. Then, as one, they sped towards the fleeing elven bands, praying that they were not too late...
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Wow, you finished your rider for the dragon! That's pretty cool!
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