Authors Note: This story might make more sense if you read "World Of Dragons" which can be found under the labels tag, and now our feature presentation.
The Story:
Fear is the deadliest tool there is. Fear of the unknown and the different can drive a race to killing its own. I, of course, speak from experience. I have seen the bloodshed fear can bring. This is the story of the war between Dragons... and Humans. With me in the middle.
I sat in front of the TV, shocked. Not only had I just watched America declare war on my new home... I had watched Sophie Owlen do it! What else was there to do but turn to Darsk.
"Did that... just happen?" I asked.
"I'm afraid so Abigail."
"What are we going to do?"
"I... I don't know." He looked just as shaken up as I was, and its not easy to scare a dragon.
"Don't we need to tell the others?" I asked.
"Y-yes, we need to tell the council."
"Do they make all your decisions?"
"Why yes. How would you do it? Have one dragon in charge?"
"I see your point, Dragons have enough power as is." That's how it was with me and Darsk, no matter how bad things got, we always ended up teasing each other. That's where the conversation ended though, because it was then we remembered what was happening. So instead of talking, we silently walked down the hall of the Dragon's "Leadership Building." The building was not only where the council worked, but where I lived as well. Technically I'm a Human, Dragon ambassador.
As we walked down the halls, I couldn't help but admire the building. It was made out of Dragon Bone, which is actually the hardest materiel on Earth. After a Dragons death, the bones are collected and used t make new buildings. And Dragon fire is the only thing on Earth that can weld it. At first I thought it was sacramental, but you have to remember that Dragons have totally separate culture from humans... sorry that was me in announcer mode. Before the Dragons I used to make nature documentaries. I really want to do one on Dragons.
But then I had to stop admiring, we were at the council room. Me and Darsk stood outside the doors, then he turned to me very serious.
"The council is old..." he said. "So old that their voices are gone. Their voice boxes literally degraded. So they speak telepathically. I know you don't like them 'In your head' but it's the only way we can talk to them."
"Alright." I said. Then a thought hit me. "How come you can't use telepathy?"
"Only Dragons that are a certain age can access that part of their powers. Now shhhhhh!"
He pushed through the big wood doors, and I gasped! Sitting in a circle around us, were the oldest Dragons I had ever saw. Their scales had wrinkles! Then, out I thought:
"Speak Darsk." but it wasn't me who thought it. I mean... I thought it... but it wasn't me. The council... put the thoughts there. And yes, that's the best way I can word it.
"Council..." said Darsk "We have a problem." I looked closer at the council. One was red, one was blue, one was green, and one was yellow. They didn't look any different from the other Dragons, what made them fit to rule?
"Of what sorts?" thought the council.
"The humans... they've declared war." said Darsk.
"This isn't unusual, they are always fighting each other."
"they've declared war on us." he said.
"Oh..." they thought "This was expected, but not quite so soon."
"What are we gong to do?" he asked. I was staying quiet, just liked he asked.
"We will defend ourselves of course." they thought "But only when they attack us."
"You can't do that! Countless Dragons could die!"
"Need we remind you that we are a peaceful race? We will only defend."
"But..."
"Our decision is final!"
"Of course council. Should I tell the others?"
"No we will inform them later." Then they looked at me like they had just noticed I was there.
"Darsk?"
"Yes council?"
"Take the human to the catacombs."
"You don't mean..."
"Yes another Dragon rider might help to mend wounds between Humans and Dragons. Now go we have much to do." Then me and Darsk left through the same heavy doors.
"Are council meeting always that short?" I asked.
"Yeah they are always kinda busy."
"What did they mean by catacombs?"
"That's what I'm about to show you." We turned down a hall, where I had never been. We were quiet for a few seconds.
"Soooo..." I said. "Why's the council in charge anyway? I've just been wondering and..."
"Please stop talking!" He said. "Thanks." He looked around. "What I'm about to tell you is something only Dragons know." I nod, it says I'm listening.
"Ok so life is made of four elements, fire, water, earth, and air. Those four elements somehow combine to create life, but we still don't know how. What does this have to do with the council? The council represents those four elements."
"Whoa... so what are their names?" I asked.
"No one knows. Not even them. They are so old they forgot, and any dragon that did know died long ago."
Then we stopped in front of a sealed metal door. It was the first metal I had seen down there.
"This is the entrance to the catacombs." he said. "This should give some answers."
"About what?" I asked.
"The Dragon Rider."
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