I decided to go a little bit different. I changed the whole aspect of the first book! Instead of dedicating the first book to the journey, I am going to dare to venture into each of the 12 Chosen's history, their past. I have reached my goal of 20 pages and i am going to post them for the world (well atleast AU) to read! I will update the chapters, sections etc when i reach them! So I really hope you enjoy


Flight of the Chosen
Book One.
The Chosen
by Amoniel


Prologue- The Greatest Discovery

It was a cold, cloudy morning when Tom Magimille, a strong stalky man of 60, decided to take a walk along the rocks of the shore on Tory Island. Tom’s leg was giving him a little pain, but he shook it off as a joint spasm. Slowly, he limped along the rock mixed with sand beach--breathing in the salty ocean air. He could barely see the cove through the fog. The cove was his destination; he loved to go sit and watch the waves roll in.
Tom Magimille was a retired business owner. He owned the Mag. Printing Press, but he retired and passed it on to his son, Stephan Magimille. He moved from Belfast, Ireland to Tory Island where he hoped to lead a quiet, uneventful old age. However, he was not old. Tom had just turned 60, his graying hair gave off an appearance of an older man and his face was etched with wrinkles, but his eyes were as bright as ever behind a pair of round-rimmed glasses. Tom had retired after his leg injury and was rather thankful to be away from the busy life of a businessman. Tom bought a house overlooking the sea and visited the shores every morning. Tom was not expecting anything eventful to happen that morning but to his great surprise, today would be the day that would change his life as he knew it.

Tom had rushed in the house and grabbed four sacks of burlap, he dumped out the old papers, pictures, and rubbish on the floor and hurried back outside as fast as his leg would allow. The sand slowed him down quite a bit but his determination to solve the objects he had found in the cove was motivating him forward. He reached the cove and stared incredulously at the pile of colored oval-ish treasures in front of him.
“Holy...” Tom muttered, his voice leaving him.
Tom could tell that these were no ordinary eggs. He placed them gently into the sacks, three in each. One by one, Tom carried them back to his house.
After half-an-hour of pacing, Tom decided to call his son. His son was connected to all the right people and he hoped that Stephan could help him. Tom grabbed the receiver and anxiously dialed his son’s phone number. He didn’t relax at all until he heard the gruff, “Hello?” on the other line.
“Stephan? This is your father!” Tom said clutching the phone.
“Dad? How are yo--”
“I need some help! And fast!” Tom interrupted, not wanting to chitchat.
“Help, what kind of help?” Stephan asked, a hint of worry entered his voice.
Tom explained the situation to his son, making sure to not leave out any information. Stephan was taking it quite well and was not questioning his father’s encounter at all.
“So, you didn’t see the person who put them there, right?” Stephan asked finally.
“I just found them! How could I have? I am only out there for two hours a day!” Tom cried into the reciever. He glanced anxiously at the four large burlap sacks piled in his living room.
“Ok, dad!” His son, Stephan, replied, “I’ll make a few phone calls.”
“Hurry, they give me a funny feeling.” Tom said.
“Yeah...” Stephan said distractedly and hung up. Once Tom heard the line go dead, he hung up the phone and moved over to one of the sacks. Reaching into it he pulled out a large dark blue egg. It was heavy and the shell was thick. Tom held it out in front of him and whistled under his breath.

“Are you Tom Magimille?” The woman on Tom’s threshold asked. Tom nodded and held the door open for her.
“I’m Crymson Elementweilder,” the woman said, looking around the house. Her short dark brown hair and bright blue-ish grey eyes gave her a look of severity. But Tom noticed despite her intimidating looks, she was very pretty. Crymson shook off her large coat.
“I am here on behalf of the Elhgmar Council.” Crymson informed Tom, meeting his eyes. She was almost a head shorter than Tom but he regarded her as a woman of authority.
“The what?” Tom asked, his brow furrowed.
“The Elhgmar Council. We deal with magical creatures.” Crymson repeated in a somewhat agitated tone.
“Oh, right. Then these-” Tom motioned to the burlap sacks, “-are...magical creatures?”
“Yes.” Crymson said striding over the sacks. She bent down and picked up a deep red egg. “These are various dragon eggs.”
“They’re what?” cried Tom incredulously.
“Dragon eggs, of more than one species. I wonder who left them.”
“Who wouldn’t? Their Dragon eggs! Their probably dangerous.”
“The majority of these aren’t. Only the dark blue and the deep red eggs are remotely dangerous.” Crymson replied, straightening up, still holding the red egg. At this Tom swallowed and glanced at the dark blue egg he had been holding. Tom tore his eyes away and looked at Crymson.
“So-- how did the eggs get here?” He asked, attentively. Crymson looked up at him, her face expressionless.
“I’ll explain everything.” She said simply. Tom looked at her.
“Oh right.” He turned his back as if to walk away. He suddenly whipped around and blurted out the thought that was haunting him since her arrival.
“How can these be Dragon eggs? Its 2150, for goodness sakes! If there were ever dragons, aren’t they...they medieval?”
For the first time, Tom saw a smile on Crymson’s features. She held out the red egg and said, “They’ve been hiding.”
Tom looked at her exasperated. “Hiding? I don’t understand.”
“Make a pot of tea and I’ll explain anything.” Crymson repeated,
“Oh. Sure.” Tom said bustling off to the kitchen. He was rushing around kitchen making some nice ginger tea --and Crymson had sat down in a high back armchair smiling in a secretive way at the eggs. Her eyes flashing in an unknown light. Perhaps it was just the firelight, or perhaps it was something else.

“It was long ago. In the biblical era if you believe that sort of thing,” Crymson started, sipping on some hot tea, “It was a time of ancient magic and magical creatures. They were everywhere. In different climates you would find different creatures, different species, everything. No creature however was more powerful, more plentiful than Dragons. There were few who owned a Dragon and even most of the owners did not understand the greatness of these animals.
Dragons were not dangerous as you may have heard and read. They keep to themselves and are very wise in the way that they live and thrive. The majority lived in mountains and deserted areas around the world, not only for environment, but also for protection from those who opposed them. During King Hetzar’s reign in 500, the demand that the Dragon species be terminated was far too great. Hetzar gathered his elite army and they killed off the Dragon specie’s. Over time, there were scarcely any different kinds of Dragons left; there had once been over 90 Dragon kinds, but after the ‘Dragon Slaughter’—as it is known—there was only 12 species left. No one knows for sure what happened, whether the Dragon Owners bore them away to the Mountains of Elhgmar – a terrain where no mortal can reach, or did they die off, only leaving behind their offspring. Their offspring meaning these eggs. There have been a select few who have found, understood, and nurtured dragons of various breeds from hatchlings; but it is a very select few.
New discoveries have been found, different races have joined together and have called themselves the Elhgmarian’s. You must have visited the Elhgmar Mountains to join the Council, mind. We have all searched and have found nothing, yet. The Council feels like they are getting close, a feeling that is shared by everyone who believes. This discovery of the eggs is almost a breakthrough. We must fly to Elhgmar, where the ancient dragon owners and their companions wait until one day when the world accepts Dragons and all other ‘mythological’ creatures.
Since I am one of those ‘Dragon Owners’ I have been appointed to carry the eggs along with 11 other well-suited Elhgmarians.”
“You...you have a dragon.” Tom stuttered.
“Yes.” Crymson shot him a death glare, “Dragons are growing to be almost myths. Only a select few own one. Those who do possess a dragon either live in hiding or are constantly on the move. Dragon possessors are not welcomed in society.”
“But--why?” Tom asked curiously.
“If you are in the presence of a magical being for too long, something changes inside you a dragon and a human being can form an unbreakable bond and that bond can transfer powers of the dragon to the human. You view things differently and that leads to conflicts within different races.” Crymson said.
“So, so you have magical powers too?” Tom stuttered, dropping his tea. It smashed on the floor sending the liquid and glass flying in all directions. No one moved to pick up the mess.
“In a sense.” Crymson shrugged, making the ends of her short hair graze her shoulders.
“Oh...ok.” Tom said, completely confused and astounded. He rested his head in a hand and shook it back and forth.
“Well. That’s about it. I will need to take the eggs if you don’t mind.” Crymson said, standing up.
“Yes, please do!” Tom said in a tense mumble. Waving his free hand at the sacks.
“Thank you Mr. Magimille,” Crymson said, replacing the dark blue egg and the dark red egg back in the sacks. Tom said nothing, only looked at Crymson. She only smiled and gathered up the bags. When she was about to walk out the door she added, “And please for our safety and yours, do not mention this to anyone,” as if it were an after thought she felt she should share. And with that she left, without another word.
Tom looked at her and mouthed wordlessly. How could he tell anyone? No one would believe him.

Crymson left the house in a small black car and drove down to a deserted beach about an hour away from Tom Magimille’s house. The beach was almost hidden by tall sloping rocks that looked dangerous. If anyone tried to descend, they would surely die--not unless of course you found the small stair like rocks behind overgrown weeds. Crymson knew about the stairwell of course. She carried the bags down the stairs one at a time taking precious time to ensure their safety. When she carried the last of the sacks down to the small beach, she finally looked up at the man sitting in a niche in the rocky slope.
“I’ve got them.” Crymson said. Holding up the bag for the man to see.
“Great. Now we can finally get some rest.” The man said, closing his eyes as if he were to fall asleep.
“I agree, we’ll fly out tomorrow morning, “But first we need to find some food.”
“Yes please, and some meat for our friends.” Kith nodded toward the dark shadows of two enormous animals. One was a twelve-foot tall griffin by the name of Kiowa, with a monstrous wingspan. She has copper colored fur, and deep brown feathers. Her eyes are a pure green, flecked with gold. The other was no other than the dragon. The dragon, Dawnfire had an enormous red body with black leathery wings. Although his intimidating appearance of his overall power, sharp teeth and strong powerful claws, Dawnfire was nothing less than stunning. If one were to get over the first initial fear, they would see the beauty of the fire dragon.
Crymson walked over to the beloved beast and gently stroked his scaly, dry skin. Kiowa looked at Crymson with reproach and lay down, fluffing her feathers. “You two would like some meat, wouldn’t you?”
‘Yes please.’ A voice inside Crymson head said. The voice was deep and was filled with strength and wisdom. The voice belonged to Crymson’s dragon, Dawnfire. Crymson, like many other Owner's of magical creatures could communicate with their creatures, but only through thought.
“Kiowa says she would like some deer meat.” Kith spoke up.
“I think that this island is a few short of deer meat.” Crymson commented, “I’ll get what I can.”
She rummaged in her packs and pulled out a bag of paper money and coins. Crymson climbed up the rock-stairs and went back to the car. She drove off toward the center of the island where there was a small town. The town was not crowded and most of the shops were closed. The market was still open however. Crymson parked the car and walked in, avoiding the gaze of anyone who looked her way. She walked up and down the aisles, selecting different choices of crackers, cheese, fruit, and drinks. After she was happy with her selection she went over to the deli.
“Do you have any steaks?” Crymson asked the butcher.
“Only a few miss.” The man gruffly said. He was sharpening a knife and did not look up.
“I would like to purchase whatever you have.”
The man looked up for the first time, “Ok.” He went into a room and a couple minutes later he came back with 7 steaks.
“That’s 14 pounds.” He said dropping the wrapped meats in front of her.
“Good, I would also like to buy the largest poultry you have.”
The man stared at her with wide eyes and once again disappeared in the back room. He came back with a very large turkey.
“Thank you sir.” Crymson took the meats and her other food and went to go pay. She left the shop, her moneybag feeling horribly light, but she was satisfied nonetheless.
When she arrived back at the spot where Kith and their beasts hid, an hour later, Crymson stowed the car and carried her purchases down to the small beach.
“I got some steaks and a bird for them.” Crymson informed Kith.
“Great, and us?” Kith looked more tired than he had been an hour ago.
“Crackers, cheese, fruit, you know, stuff that will give us strength and energy.” Crymson shrugged. Kith nodded and thanked her; Crymson pulled out the food and tossed him the crackers and cheese. Crmyson unwrapped the meats and gave 3 steaks to Kiowa and 4 steaks as well as the turkey to Dawnfire. The beasts ate happily and Crymson went over to eat with Kith. They ate a hearty meal of cheese, crackers and fruit. There was plenty of water so they made sure they were hydrated. Neither of them could afford to be famished or dehydrated and risk putting their journey off for a day. They would have to fly to London tomorrow or it would be too late.
When night came, Kith stretched and said, “I think we should let them fly. And maybe hunt for awhile.”
“Sure.” Crymson agreed and turned to Dawnfire, he looked at her expectantly.
‘You may roam for a little while, but take caution, you cannot be seen.’ Crymson thought to her dragon.
‘Of course, I wouldn’t think of it. May I hunt?’ Dawnfire replied, he stood up and stretched his wings.
‘Only a little, no farm animals, only wild animals.’ Crymson ordered looking at her Dragon sternly.
‘Yes, Crymson.’ Dawnfire bowed in recognition and within seconds he was off, flying into the air. Crymson felt a stab of jealousy and sadness. How she desired to be on his back, flying unseen above the world.
Kiowa followed Dawnfire, her powerful wings thrusting her up. She circled the beach and then flew toward inland in search of food. Kith watched her fly off; he stared off into the night,
“I wish I were with her.” He said. Crymson went and stood next to her friend.
“Same with me.” Together they stood in the cool night thinking of the blissful experience that they wish they could be apart of.
The Dragon and the Griffin returned a little past midnight. They looked content so their Owners left them to be and they fell asleep, waiting for morning to come.


The next morning, Kiowa woke both of them up. She was squawking noisily. Crymson shot up, Kith right behind her; they ran toward her and tried to make her quiet. Kiowa was pacing nervously, pawing and tossing her head. Even Dawnfire was restless, he swiveled his head back and forth and sniffed the air.
“Make her stop! She is going to wake the whole town!” Crymson hissed. Kith looked at her, a frightened look in his eye.
“She says that a group of mortals are coming toward the beach, they will be here soon!” Kith cried. Crymson looked at Kith.
“We have to go, now.” She said.
“Now? We aren’t packed.”
“Then I suggest we hurry.” Kith nodded and ran to grab his stuff. Crymson stuffed the food and her blankets into her traveling packs. With great care, she put the eggs in their own pack. Crymson rushed to put the packs on Dawnfire. Kith was had hurried over to put his packs along with 2 sack of the eggs on Kiowa. Within minutes they were done and they climbed onto their creatures.
‘Fly to London in great haste.’ Crymson told her Dragon. Dawnfire pushed off from the ground and off into the sky, Kiowa was right behind him. Crymson looked back and saw 3 boys climbing down the rocky steps, she sighed in relief; they had barely left in time.

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They arrived in London not but two hours later. They had to land in some rural area about 20 minutes from their destination. They met the Elhgmarian Council’s appointed caretakers there, and Dawnfire and Kiowa were rushed out of citizen sight. Crymson and Kith had arrived in the city half an hour later, thoroughly exhausted; a surly escort was ushering them around. For most of the day, they did sightseeing and prepared for their proposal for the following day. They drove by the Elhgmarian Headquarters several times before they headed back. It was 10 at night when they arrived at a small motel a block away from the Elhgmarian’s Headquarters. Their escort checked them in and helped them with their bags. Kith had not said a word since leaving Kiowa and he looked more tired by the minute.
“We’ll need to keep the warm eggs in a warm, place, and the cold eggs in a cool place.” Kith remarked suddenly. Crymson rolled her eyes, her tiredness taking advantage of her. She became quickly annoyed with him pointing out the obvious.
“I’ll take the warm eggs.” She said sharply. She grabbed the key from their escort and shoved it into the keyhole of her room. She dragged her bags in and then the 2 sacks of the ‘warm’ eggs. Crymson groaned, half-guilty of snapping at Kith. Crymson spent 10 minutes trying to get a warm environment for the eggs. When she succeeded, Crymson threw herself onto the plush looking bed and fell asleep immediately.


They were flying over a sea of endless grass. Dawnfire’s powerful wings kept them a safe distance from the ground. Crymson threw her arms open wide in a state of pure bliss. The wind in her hair, the howling of the air in her ears made the ride all more enjoyable. It was as if the dragon and the rider were one. The time passed and they flew onward. Dawnfire never seemed to tire. Only when they reached the rocky shores of an unrecognizable beach did the most dreadful thing happen.
There were first three pounding noises. Dawnfire flinched away, almost unseating his rider. Crymson looked around in search of the noise. More pounding followed, Dawnfire flipped in the air. This time the violent tremors of his powerful body unseated his rider, sending her to the unforgiving waters below.
Crymson shot up, her body drenched with cold sweat. She quickly realized that the pounding noise was someone knocking on her motel door. Still, Crymson could not forget the feeling of falling off and into the air, knowing that her dragon was not there with her. Crymson quickly pushed herself off the bed and hurried over the door. Crymson wrenched open the door and saw Kith, clothed in a black and white suit standing in her doorframe.
“We are to meet the Council in and hour.” He said smiling.
“What time is it?” Crymson asked, yawning.
“A quarter past 7, I believe.”
Crymson sighed and thanked Kith for informing her of the meeting. Crymson shut the door and went to take a deserving cold shower.

Crymson finished putting on the last of her make up. She straightened her black pencil skirt, white top, and black blazer. Despite her disliking for formal wear, anyone wise enough knew that you would need to make a good impression on the Elhgmarian Leaders if you were to ask a favor as big as Kith and Crymson were going to. Crymson checked her appearance one more time and went to go meet Kith in the lobby.
“Ready?” Kith asked once she reached him.
“No, but its now or never.”
“Agreed.” Kith grinned. Kith was not making a big deal about his nerves. Rather, he smiled as they walked out of the motel to catch a cab, however he hardly said anything during the ride. Crymson was sure she looked just as she felt. Pale and nervous, she could feel butterflies flying around in her stomach.
The taxi ride seemed to take hours, and once they reached the sophisticated building that was the Elhgmarian Councils’ Headquarters, Crymson’s heart seemed to jump into her throat.
The taxi pulled up to the curb and looked around at them. Kith paid the man and got out. He held the door for Crymson as she stepped out on the hard pavement. Her high-heels echoed as she walked. Kith strode next to her, his smile strained. Neither said a word as they climbed the marble steps. The Council Headquarters looked much like a bank; that’s how they hid themselves from the naive world. Crymson and Kith walked into the building in awe, having neither of them been there before. A pretty blonde receptionist smiled at them as they walked up to her.
“Ms.Elementweilder and Mr.Rochnar I presume?” The lady said. Crymson nodded tersely.
“I am Georgiana Freles, Secretary of Sr. Elhgmarian Leader, Mr.Itralia.” The blonde stood up and moved out from her desk, “Follow me please.”
Crymson and Kith were led down several hallways and to what seemed to be a lecture room. The blonde showed them to some chairs that encircled a large wooden table. They took their seats and the blonde walked towards the door. She stopped when she pulled the doors open.
“Please wait here, they will be with you in a moment. Thank you.” And with that she closed the door and was gone.
Crymson and Kith waited in silence, Kith rung his hands nervously, and his smile was more strained than ever. Crymson tried to relax by thinking of Dawnfire, but the haunting dream lingered in her mind and she quickly drew her thoughts away. Crymson started to drum her fingers on the table, waiting for some kind of relief of this painful and uncomfortable silence.
At that moment the double doors were thrown open and 10 strict looking men and women entered the room. They took their seats opposite of Kith and Crymson. They all took out files and glanced over them before fixing the guests with an unfaltering gaze. A man that looked of 50 and carried himself with authority stood and opened a file lying in front of him.
“You are Crymson Elementweilder and Kithnoran Rochnar, are you not?”
“Yes, I am Crymson and this is Kithnoran.” Crymson said, Kith nodded beside her.
“Very good.” The man said, he broke into a smile and Crymson relaxed a little. “I am Mr. Gordin Itralia. On behalf of the Council, we are very happy you are here.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“You may have saved the Dragon species.” Mr. Itralia said thankfully,” tell us, where did you find these eggs?”
“An island off the coast of Ireland, sir.”
“Very good, and did anyone see them?”
“Only one, sir, a mortal who called his son. His son called me, knowing that I was, err… fascinated with ‘mythology’—as he put it.”
“Was this mortal any trouble?”
“No, he was quite thankful to give them up.”
“Very good, very good. Now, I understand that you want permission granted to you to fly into Elhgmar Mountains?”
“Yes, sir. We believe that’s the only way Dragons can survive.” Kith spoke for the first time.
“And you want 12 people to accompany you?”
“Ten. Twelve including Ms. Elementweilder and I.”
“Why so many? There are rules you see…”
Crymson looked at the Council, they all nodded along with what Mr.Itralia was saying. “We know of the rules, sir.”
“Of course, of course.” Mr. Itralia said smiling.
Crymson tried to look calm and collected, “We want one person per egg. That way there is not a greater risk.”
“Risk? Why would there be a risk?” said a woman with sharp black eyes and hair that matched.
“I examined the spot where the eggs were left. They were put in a cove where around noon the tide comes in and almost fills it. We were guessing that the person who abandoned them did not want them to err… survive so they left them to drown.” Kith said and Crymson nodded in agreement.
“Were any of these eggs Water Species?” The lady asked.
“Only 2 miss.”
“Right, so thank you for stating your purpose, we feel it necessary to ask some questions about each of you.” Mr. Itralia said.
“What?” Crymson asked startled.
“We must ask you questions, miss.” Mr. Itralia repeated.
“But you have all our background on file! We are part of the Ehgmarians.” Crymson argued, “I don’t see why we must go through the questions again!”
“Ms. Elementweilder! We feel it necessary, to make sure that you are truly acceptable to run such a mission.” Mr. Itralia said firmly.
‘Acceptable! He must know that this is in our true interest!’ Crymson thought angrily. She stuffed down the urge to yell at the Council. Kith glanced at her nervously, expecting her to do just that.
“Ask what you want.” Kith said quickly. The Council glanced at each other and opened up their files. The questions went on for an hour. They varied from Kith’s and Crymson’s previous occupations, their social and personal life, their relationship and their family histories. Crymson answered each question truthfully and to the point. When the Council seemed satisfied they all leaned back in their chairs. Mr. Itralia stood up and surveyed them.
“Well, we will get our answer to you within the hour. Please wait out in the lobby.”
Crymson and Kith thanked the Council and they went out to the lobby and sat down in two chairs. Crymson surveyed the crowd; she was keen on eyes and very observant. She found it hard to focus though, she was still upset about how they were forced to tell the Council about their lives, even the parts where she was not proud of. Time seemed to crawl on, the hour seemed like days. But after an hour the blonde receptionist came and fetched them.
“They’ve made their decision, please follow me.” Kith was first to stand and Crymson followed his lead. The secretary led them to the same room where the Council was waiting. She ushered them inside and then left the room, closing the doors with a snap.
“Thank you for putting in your request. We have thoroughly thought about and discussed your wishes. We, the Council, feel that the best course of action is to… grant you permission to journey into the Elhgmar Mountains.” Mr.Itralia said with a straight face. Crymson felt relieved and grinned at Kith who grinned back.
“However, there must be rules and precautions to be followed. This is a book of all of this, please read this and follow them or you will be thoroughly sorry. And, we have prepared a list of all the fit candidates for this journey, respectable, honorable people. Thank you.” Mr. Itralia handed Crmyson the list and nodded towards the door. Crymson and Kith walked out grinning beside themselves. Crymson clutched the folder and book, a great sense of pride filling the inside of her. They walked out of the building, at loss for words.
With a sigh of relief, Crymson climbed into the taxi waiting for them. The easy part was over. The hard part was just about to begin.

“These rules! They are ridiculous! No traveling until dark? That will take weeks, no months. How do they expect us to get things done?” Crymson cried throwing down the large book on the table. It’s weight made the table shutter, the two mugs filled with coffee rocked dangerously.
“Yes, I know!” Kith said, he looked at her urgently, “But we must not dwell on them; rules are meant to be broken!”
Crymson looked at him and nodded miserably, “I guess your right, we can always improvise, if the situation calls for it.”
She sat down next to Kith and pulled the file he was studying over to her. There were pictures, background, everything they needed to pick the worthy candidates.
“Most of these people have not been ‘honorable’. I know it to be true.” Kith said.
“We don’t want honorable.”
“We don’t?”
“No, we want people who can stick up for themselves and defend at all costs, no matter the shame.”
“Right, so the question is, who do we pick?”
They argued over the rightful candidates for hours. They made lists, picked at random, everything on could imagine. They finally decided on the ten that would join them on this epic journey. They both looked at the list, it had ten names written down:


Crymson Elementweilder and Dawnfire

Kithnoran and Kiowa

Rena and Granit

Tharox and Hafran

Edana and Ethne

Madoc and Tempay

Everya and Reminse

Gwendolyn and Isthel

Sorcha and Etain

Eracnaon and Shadowswift

Mirima and Moran Illendith

Rumour and Sergate



“And so it begins.” Kith said.
“Yes, Kithnoran Rochnar.” Crymson said, smiling into the firelight.

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Part One:

Crymson Elementwielder

Chapter One- The Past of an Element Wielder

Crymson Holmes grew up in a small town near Alberta, Canada. Yet she could not remember her childhood. All she could remember was the time since she was thirteen. It was most peculiar because there was nothing that had caused it. The only thing she does remember was falling off a wall with her friends and cracking her head open. She acquired a nasty scar on her side from the fall. The strangest part of that experience was that she could not remember anything at all about her life except what happened after the fall, but she did not have amnesia. Her family refused to talk about her past, as they put it ‘it would boggle her mind.’ It was the same with her friends.
Crymson loved the outdoors more than anything else, she would allow her mind to go places that were seen as absurdness by her mother and her father. The terrain of the town where Crymson lived was amazing it varied from barren plains to high mountains. Crymson never got bored. She loved to hike up to the top of the mountains, taking different courses each time. It was during on of these hikes that would make her realize, this was never her home.
On a chilly spring morning, Crymson decided to climb up to her favorite ledge before school. It would be easy enough; her school was only half a mile from the mountain. Crymson woke up at the crack of dawn; she quickly got dressed and pulled a warm coat on. She quietly crept into the kitchen and grabbed a breakfast bar and her school bag before sidling out of the back door. It was still dark out, but the yellow and red tint of the sun was just barely kissing the top of the plains behind her house. Crymson took in a deep breath, the cold air pained her lungs but Crymson kept going. When she reached the base of the mountain, the sun had come up and cast a warm light around the mountain. Crymson hid her school bag started to make her way around the brush and small trees. The birds started to twitter when she was half way up to the mountain.
It took her another 20 minutes to reach the ledge. She sat on a rock that she had situated near the edge. It was windier up on the mountain and the cold air whipped her cheeks and blew her long dark hair around. She hugged herself to keep warm, yet she felt secure and comfortable up near the ledge. Crymson could see the whole town and farther. Her house was a small lonely townhouse near the outskirts. She thought about her home but had the strange sensation that this was not her home.
‘It’s not really my home.’ Crymson thought, the thought struck her with a frightening sensation. She could feel her muscles strain and her mind whirl. She felt lightheaded and she tried to stand, but she was unable to.
‘That means, my parents…aren’t my parents!’ Crymson screamed mentally. Her voice seemed lost and she could not form words. All this life was a lie; she understood now why she had always felt like an outcast. Her friends, her family, the life she had been portraying, none of it was real. Her anger and frustration at the matter made her skin burn. Crymson blamed her so-called parents for never telling her.
“I’m 14! I deserve to know!” She called out, her voice full of rage. She finally stood up, her strength returning to her. Her clothes whipped uncontrollably. Her mind fought in a fierce battle with her nerves. She wanted to scream and run away, yet her mind was telling her to stay and confront those who lied to her for so long. Her blood boiled, the wind grew stronger. Angrily she yelled, “I swear to God, I will hurt who ever makes the wind blow! STOP!”
The wind ceased suddenly, the air seemed thicker and but the mountain seem to sigh in content. Crymson staggered back, who had made the wind stop? Was it her? Crymson shook her head, clearing her mind. A sense of power flooded through her.
“Rain.” She whispered. The sound of thunder, a clash of lightening, dark clouds rolled in and sheets of rain started to pour down. Soaking wet, Crymson fell to the ground, her strength drained. Crymson began to slip into unconsciousness, the rain pouring down on her.

Crymson stirred, her head throbbing. She pulled herself to her elbows and tried to collect her thoughts.
‘Good your awake.’ A deep voice sounded in her head. Crymson shot up looking around wildly. The rain still fell, harder than ever, torrents of water raced down the mountain, taking mud, plants, and rocks with it.
‘And you have discovered the powers that you have once forgotten.’ The voice said again. Crymson stood up, getting scared at the insanity of the situation. The voice did not say anything more and Crymson was glad for that. Thoroughly scared Crymson began her slow decent down the mountain, she slipped a couple of times and fell. She received cuts on her hands and knees and a cut on her cheek. Crymson did not concern herself with the mild wounds and kept going.
She reached the bottom and dug around the gathering mud for her bag. She could not find it, so she turned and ran towards her ‘home.’ The dark clouds made it impossible for her to tell what the time was. She reached her front door and pounded; she had lost her keys in her school bag.
“Crymson, is that you?” A woman’s voice called. A petite woman pulled open the door. Crymson looked at her, she had called this woman ‘Mom’ for many years. Crymson stalked in and threw herself down on the couch in the living room. Her mother grimaced; Crymson was covered in mud.
“We’ve been so worried! The school called, they said you never went to school.”
“What time is it?”
“Almost 2 o’clock in the afternoon. Sweetie, where were you?”
“I was up on the mountain, realizing that you aren’t really my mother.” Crymson said, a cold note creeping into her voice. Her mother stiffened.
“How?”
“I don’t know, I just did. I think I deserve the truth. Now.” Crymson glared at the floor, she dared not look at the woman before her. Crymson saw her mother sit down in a chair.
“Are you sure you want to know?” Her mother said warily.
“Of course! I have been living a lie! I need to know where I came from!” Crymson cried.
“Ok, but promise not to ask questions, because I do not know the answers.” Her mother warned. Crymson nodded looking up, her mother’s lips were drawn, and fear etched her face.
“It was a year ago, on November 16th…”
“My birthday?”
“Yes, let me finish! You father… well, Richard and I had just come home from work, it was late at night and we were both tired. We heard crying coming from the side door so we rushed toward it. At first we didn’t see anything so we dismissed it as a hurt animal. We went into the house and went to bed.
The next couple days we kept hearing the noise. We dared not call the police, we didn’t know why, but we couldn’t bring ourselves to. The fifth day of hearing the crying, Richard had enough and went to look for the source. I was cooking dinner when he rushed in carrying…you. You looked so malnourished and so scared, you were crying. You were bleeding on your side.
Richard didn’t know what to do, I suggested taking to you to the hospital, but the hospital, but it was to far. We called the local doctor and he rushed over. You rejected everything he gave you, nothing seemed to work.”
Her mother looked at her, tears streaming down her eyes, Crymson could only listen, her body numb with shock.
“The doctor finally gave up, cleaned your side and bandaged it up. Richard and I tried to get you to eat, but you would not touch anything, food, water, nothing. I suggested that we should look after you until your parents searched for you. We put in a file at the police. Months passed and nothing happened. No one came.
You finally trusted us, you told us your first name, and your age. Nothing more. We didn’t want you to ask questions that we could not answer so we developed ‘the wall story,’ as Richard calls it. You took it up and believed it. We took care of you as our own. Since we did not know when your birthday was, we celebrated it on November 16th, the day we found you. Crymson, you were so intelligent, it almost scared us to pieces. You could remember everything, everyone. But when the year passed, you became more normal. I don’t have anything more to say.” Her mother looked at her with pressing eyes.
“I’m leaving.” Crymson said suddenly, she stood up jerkily.
“What? No! Crymson, your only 14!”
“How do I know? You never found out for sure! I need to find out who I am!” Crymson nearly screamed. Her mother looked taken aback.
“Where will you go?”
“I don’t know.” Crymson snapped. She turned and ran up the stairs. She dug in her room until she found a backpack. She stuffed it with clothes, a blanket and all them money she had. She packed in an extra pair of shoes. Once she was finished she hurried down stairs. Crymson found her mother in the kitchen, some bread, cheese, and a couple bottles of water and a stack of money in front of her.
“I am not going to stop you Crymson. But here, take this.” Her mother said.
“Thank you.” Crymson said curtly. She grabbed the provisions and stuffed them into the backpack. “I’ll send word when I am settled.”
“Thank you.” Her mother breathed, “Take care.”
Crymson nodded and hurried out of the door. She began to walk through the town, heading toward anywhere that might take her far from this land.
The hike out of town took most of her strength. She trudged an hour in the rain before she realized she could stop it. The ground was wet which made her trek more difficult. When the sun started to sink, Crymson decided to stop for the night. She found some trees and laid down her blanket, she fell asleep instantly when her head hit the blanket.

When morning came, Crymson woke up with a start. Her head still throbbed and her limbs sore from lying on the ground. She picked herself up off of the ground, packed up her blanket and continued on her way. An hour later, she could only see wild life wherever she looked. Her muscles screamed for a rest but she clambered on, staggering some. Finally her legs gave way and she fell to the ground, panting. Crymson grimaced painfully. Sweat rolled down her back.
‘Maybe I should go back.’ Crymson thought, the idea panged her but she couldn’t think of anything better, ‘Besides, where will I go?’
‘Given up, have we?’ the deep voice boomed in her head, she flinched.
“Stop! Whatever you are, leave me alone!” She cried.
‘I couldn’t even if I wanted to. It seems like it would be a good idea, you are complaining a little too much.’ The voice said.
“What do you expect? I just learned that my life, isn’t really my life.” Crymson answered, the feeling of something talking in her head shook her.
‘You really want to be from here?’ The voice said.
“Yes! I do! I liked my life.” Crymson barked.
‘The Crymson I knew, would never want to live like this. With mortals.’ The voice retorted.
“Who is the Crymson you knew anyway, I only know one, and that’s me. But I can’t help but feel like I don’t even know myself anymore.” Crymson said, close to tears.
‘I’ll show you.’
A strange sensation overcame Crymson. She fell back onto the ground, and she felt as if she were yanked into the ground. Her eyes rolled back and a vision overtook her.

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(ok for the sake of time and my paitence, this next part i am NOT going to italisize every part where Dawnfire talks! I think you can distinguish from what person/dragon is what)

A young girl laughed and played with another. They were running with two strange creatures bounded after them. One was a lizard of sorts. It was huge with a long, muscular neck and powerful tail. It had two strong looking wings protruding out of it’s back. It was a deep red with black wings. Its sharp talons dug up the earth. The other was half a cat half bird. It had a sharp beak and cat-like eyes and ears. Its wings were covered in feathers of a deep brown. The rest of the body was a coppery fur. Its legs were like a cat but the talons like a bird. The creature had a tail but at the end, it was flecked with feathers.
The young girl stopped and the dark skinned boy slid to a stop next to her.
“Ready Kith?” The girl said.
“Yes, Crymson!” The boy answered.
The boy called Kith raised his hands above his head. Crymson followed suit. Together they looked to the cloudless sunny sky and yelled, “SNOW!”
Immediately gray clouds covered the blue sky and pure white snow fell, falling on the unusual pair of creature and human.

Crymson sputtered and coughed, trying to catch her breath.
“Was that me?” Crymson gasped.
‘Yes, and your companion was me.’
“Kith? You’re the boy Kith?”
‘No.’
“Then who, there were no others. Only the two creatures.”
‘Yes, there was a griffin, named Kiowa. The other was a dragon, Dawnfire.’
“That’s not possible!” Terror flowed through her.
‘Yes it is. I am Dawnfire. And I have been waiting almost 2000 years for your return, Crymson Elementwielder.’
“What? Elementwielder? Dragon?” Crymson staggered to her feet, her legs protested but she stayed standing. “Hello? Who are you?”
There was no answer. She heard a squawk from a cluster of trees to her right and she spun around to look. Out of the trees, a giant dragon from her vision rose and gracefully soared over to her. He landed in front of her and looked at her with glowing red eyes.
Crymson was at lost for words and stumbled backwards. She felt numb with terror, but somehow there was a tug of relief.
‘Do not be afraid. I will not hurt you. I am Dawnfire, your dragon.’ The dragon spoke in Crymson’s mind. Crymson stopped moving and looked up at the dragon, her body trembled. She was fearful of the Dragon, even though he seemed to know her.
Crymson said nothing and took a step back. Dawnfire fixed her with a black eye and did not say anything more.
‘You will learn to trust me. Before you rest, we need to discuss a few things,’ Dawnfire said. Crymson nodded, she was unsure of the creature but she wanted to hear about what he had to say. Crymson let herself collapse of the ground and sat there tensely as the Dragon dropped to his knees.
‘This might take awhile so please try to stay awake.’ Dawnfire explained, settling down on the dirt..
“Of course.” Crymson said stiffly and leaned back on her backpack.
‘I will start with the discovery of Element Wielders. Very few have the power to wield elements. Without the proper training and their loyalty, they can be dangerous. For centuries the Elhgmar Council had tried to keep the Element Wielders from turning to the Zonglar Dominion. The Zonglar ruler, Loszlo Birentm, was a vicious fighter. He wanted to control the world with the power of the elements.
During the reign of his close friend King Hetzar, the struggle over dragons and Elementwielders alike was so intense, many who knew about these things fled to the untraceable land of Edenmar. The Elhgmar Mountains lie in those lands, where dragons now hide with their Dragon Keeper. But we will get to that later.
With the defeat of most Dragon races, the Element Wielders tried to flee. Most were killed, many fled to Edenmar, and 2 were captured.
You, Crymson Elementwielder, and your best friend, Kithnoran Rochnar; both of you were young Element Wielders no older than thirteen. You were captured by Loszlo and imprisoned. They refused to release you until you both agreed to serve the Zonglar Dominion. Neither of you agreed. So they had their skilled sorcerer trap you in time and space, both of you were unable to escape its clutches. Once every year they would release you and torture you to see if you would give in. Neither of you did. Each time they released you, you contacted me. I could not help you because I was in Edenmar, waiting for your instruction. We finally derived a plan. It took so many years to complete. Kiowa, Kithnoran’s griffin, and I worked out how we would save you. The time came and we flew to the Zonglar Dominion, which is hidden in what is now Antarctica.
They released you and Kithnoran for your yearly torture. I crashed through the roof while Kiowa swooped down and grabbed you both. Kithnoran escaped without a scratch, however. Loszlo tried to kill Kiowa with a blade but he hit you instead, cutting your side. We flew many leagues away, I tried to help you but the cut was too deep. Kiowa suggested I leave you with a mortal family and I agreed. So we flew across the many seas and many lands to find you a good home. I found you a quiet town outside of Alberta, Canada. I left you with a saddened heart, I did not want that fate for you, but it was better than living with what you had.
That was only a year ago. During the time you were imprisoned, you had not aged, your mind and powers had strengthened but your appearance had not. But a year and a half without your background brought you back to your real age, 13. Or 16, which you are now.
I was hiding in near Edenmar when news reached me the Loszlo was dead and his successor and his son, Hiledem, came to power. He will not stop looking for the Element Wielders until he finds them. I had to come get you. You are almost of age, and then you will become a full Element Wielder and there will be nothing to hold you back. Now you can only make things start and stop. But when you are of age, you will be able to manipulate the elements in whatever way you want.’
Crymson looked at Dawnfire, speechless. Learning about her past was both a blessing and a curse. Finally the words formed and she could speak.
“Why is my last name Elementwielder and Kith’s Rochnar. Did I not have a last name?” Crymson asked.
‘You did. It was Italirea. But there is a prophecy and you are part of that prophecy, and through it your maiden name changes to Elementwielder. But do not ask me of the prophecy; it is unknown to us and only known to the Dragon Keeper, for he is not only the keeper of Dragons, but also the keeper of Prophecies.’
The story baffled her. How could she be apart of something that she thought would never exist? Crymson could not wrap her mind around the idea of her being an Element Wielder, or whatever the Dragon had said she was. And her living in 500 b Finally, Crymson nodded, still puzzled, “Do you have more?”
‘Oh yes, much more. I will only trouble you with one more tale for tonight and then maybe on our journeys I will enlighten you with the rest.
Now our story will turn to those of Dragons. Dragons were by far the most valuable and powerful magical creature ever to set foot on land. There were many other great creatures but none better that a Dragon. We have long been misunderstood. There have been many legends and myths about us. The one I am about to share is real. More real than it can get. I will start off with the creation.
To put it simply, no one knows how we are created. The Dragon’s keep to themselves about how the new Dragons are conceived. I will not even tell you, my beloved friend. I cannot disobey the ancient laws that bind us. All I can say is that we are created. Hybrids are possible but it is very rare. If there does happen to be a hybrid, the struggle to carry two powers is almost unbearable. They usually die by the second full moon they see. It is an ancient Dragon curse. Those who have survived the curse can only be found with the Dragon Keeper. During Hetzar’s reign, he demanded a Dragon. He could not buy or find a dragon egg no matter how hard he looked. His demand was rejected. For if the King were to own a Dragon, we would all be in mortal peril. He could rule his vicious hand over more land and keep rebelling cities and clans in his control. Hetzar was outraged so he planned the Dragon Slaughter.
A horrible and bloody period it was. The blood of a Dragon stained lands and swords forever. Nothing can rid the stain of Dragon’s blood. There once were near 100 species of Dragons. Only 12 known species remain.
Dragons have long been used for long travels, battle, and protection. There are not many species that are dangerous. Only the Fire Dragon and the Artic Egg are remotely dangerous. Even though I am a Fire Dragon, I am trusted…was trusted enough by you to become gentle and only use my powers if needed.
Dragons have not entirely come back. Although there is a prophecy one that links back to your prophecy. I do not know what it says, but the time will come.
Hetzar’s successors are angry and are on the hunt for any living Dragon. They have gained allegiance with Hiledem in search of the two things that they believe will end the Zonglar Dominion, Element Wielders and Dragons. That is why so many Element Wielders are the Owners of Dragons.
I have reached the end of my story for now. Please rest until tomorrow and then we will discuss what you are needed to do.
Crymson stared at Dawnfire. The confusion and the reality of the story hit her hard. She would have never guessed there were Dragons, yet there was one right in front of her. Crymson was timid of the mighty creature and did not know if she could trust him. She could feel the effect of exhaustion on her and Crymson nodded in agreement to Dawnfire’s suggestion. Without any words, Crymson curled up to sleep. The last thing she remembered was Dawnfire spreading his wing over her like a thick leathery blanket.

‘Wake up! Crymson!’ The booming voice echoed in Crymson’s head. Crymson eyes snapped open and found Dawnfire’s head inches away from her face. She let out a small scream and scrambled away. Her tired muscles screamed in protest and she fell on the ground.
“I thought it was a dream.” Crymson grumbled. Dawnfire let a smoke ring out and curled his lip.
‘I could not make this a dream even if I wanted to.’ Dawnfire said, and let out a throaty laugh.
“You told me we needed to discuss my future plans, so tell me what are they?” Crymson questioned her Dragon.
‘Eat first.’ Dawnfire replied. No matter how much she told him she was not hungry. he only responded with ‘eat first.’ Crymson gave in and pulled out some bread and cheese. She nibbled on them taking her time to eat. Crymson then drained a whole bottle of water.
‘There is a fresh stream not far from here, I suggest you refill that before we leave.’ Dawnfire cautioned, Crymson consented and placed the empty bottles near her bag.
“Now please, tell me, what do I need to do?”
‘You have two options. We could go straight to the Elhgmarians. They are wise and fair but they will try to influence you to learn their way of Element Wielding; or we set out to find your friend Kithnoran. I doubt he has forgotten you. He did not endure the same fate you did. He now hides somewhere in the Elhgmar Mountains. There you can learn the ancient arts of Element Wielding from an old friend of ours. He was training you until you got captured. His name is Urtag Wakdei, one of the oldest Element Wielders of your time. No one has figured out how he has lived that long.
So, my young Element Wielder, what do you choose?’
The decision was not hard to make. Crymson smirked at Dawnfire’s knowing stare.
“It seems that you know what decision I will make. I would like to see my old friend. Let’s travel to the Elhgmar Mountains.” Crymson said.
‘Good choice. The journey will take long and be treacherous. But fear not, I know my way and I might just teach you a few things on the way.’ Dawnfire said, with a hint of playfulness in his voice.
“Very well, Dawnfire. I put my faith in you.” Crymson struggled to her feet and went to go refill her water bottles. She wondered if putting faith in a Dragon was a wise decision, but she realized she had not other choice. ‘What now?’ Crymson thought, returning to the camp.
‘You must first get used to riding me once more.’
‘What?’ Crymson thought startled. She could hear Dawnfire’s chuckle echo in her head. He bent down and waited for her.
“No. This is where I draw the line.” Crymson snapped. Dawnfire glared at her.
‘Then how do you expect to get to Edenmar? Walk?’ Dawnfire said. Crymson glared back, her face boiling.
“I don’t appreciate sarcasm. I don’t feel comfortable flying. Not yet anyway.” Crymson said heatedly.
‘Fine, we’ll just stay out here and wait for someone to catch us. We can just wait until you aren’t scared.’ Dawnfire stood up and shook out his wings. Crymson stared blankly at his.
“Fine. It shouldn’t be that hard.” Crymson scoffed proudly. She climbed onto Dawnfire’s back. His scales seemed unnaturally smooth.
‘Hold on!’ Dawnfire said. Crymson barely had time to grab hold of his neck before Dawnfire pushed himself into the air. His wings outstretched and he glided above the trees. Crymson winced, the wind whipped her hair and the beating of Dawnfire’s wings on her legs was uncomfortable.
They flew through the air, Dawnfire teaching her tricks and maneuvers to help keep her stable and confident when riding him. Crymson took to the things he taught her, as if trying to prove to him that she was not scared. The two flew for hours and only descended when Dawnfire’s wings began to tremble and his breathing became labored. They hit the ground and in a flurry of dirt and grass they slid to a stop, Dawnfire’s claws tearing up at the ground. Crymson dismounted and backed away trying to regain her breath.
“Not bad.” She gasped. Dawnfire nodded, he too breathing hard.
‘You did good.’ He said at last.
“Did you expect me not too?” Crymson barked, and stalked away to make a fire pit and gather wood and kindling from the near forest. When she came back she saw the fire was already lit.
“I see you can breath fire.”
‘Of course! I am a Fire Dragon!’ Dawnfire said sounding surprised.
“Oh, right. My mistake.” Crymson smirked. Dawnfire’s lip curled in silent laughter.
“Am I always connected to your mind?” Crymson asked as she threw some of the kindling into the fire.
‘No, only if you want to contact me or if I want to contact you. You must be willing to accept my thoughts though; you can easily shut them out. I had trouble contacting you on the mountain because your mind was blocked. Finally when you discovered you could stop the wind and start the rain, you unblocked your mind and I could finally get through.’ Dawnfire explained.
“I thought that it was you.” Crymson said, “After we met, again.”
Dawnfire nodded in agreement and settled down next to the fire, allowing his scales by the fire. They began to talk for hours they went at it. Dawnfire told her of all the adventures and planning he did while she was in the clutched of Loszlo and what he had done for the 3 years while Crymson lived with the Holmes. Crymson in returned fascinated him in the daily lives of mortals. When night came, they smoldered the fire with dirt and moved over to the cover of the trees. Crymson slept in between Dawnfire’s front leg and his neck, she had been terribly cold the last night. The warmth of his body kept her comfortable during the night. Crymson was trying to trust the Dragon, no matter how hard it was to bring herself to do it.

The next morning Crymson and Dawnfire were woken by the sound of gunshots and laugher. Crymson shot up and Dawnfire lifted his head and sniffed the air.
‘Mortals.’ He said as he bared hid teeth. Crymson peeked out from the trees. About 5 teenage boys were laughing and shooting at birds that flew above them.
“I hate that. No bird deserves to die by gun.” Crymson snarled. Dawnfire nodded his proud head in agreement.
‘Lets go, before they discover us.’ Dawnfire said, standing up.
“But they’ll see us fly off!” Crymson cried. Dawnfire shot her a quieting glare and looked at her with a look that said millions.
“A risk we’ll have to take, besides we’ll be far gone by the time they tell anyone.” Crymson interpreted the stare correctly and Danwfire bowed his neck.
‘Now, get on my back and hold on. Try to find a comfortable spot because we won’t be stopping anytime soon.’ Instructed Dawnfire.
‘Not again, no!’ Crymson thought angrily.
‘We can’t afford to be found, seen maybe a little but if anyone recognizes you…’
They argued for a minute and then Crymson gave in. Crymson climbed on his back and found a spot near his wing and neck joint, so her legs could stay in place when they took off or landed.
“I’m ready.” Crymson said. Dawnfire crouched low and took off. His wings spread out once they cleared the tops of the trees. The shouts and cries from the boys could be heard echoing in the wind.
Crymson did not talk to Dawnfire; her pride was too high. She knew he was right but didn’t want to admit it to him.
Finally Crymson spoke to Dawnfire’s thoughts, ‘Where are we going?’
‘London. A sorceress by the name of Caradie Yureha owns a small shop that will have everything we need. It’s one of the last in the mortal world—and by far the best. But we must be careful, the Elhgmar Council dwells in the city, and if word gets out that we are there, we will be in a very sorry situation.’ Dawnfire explained. Crymson agreed inwardly and lay on his neck, enjoying the view.
Dawnfire’s wings beat steadily as they flew over the ocean. Once again, the two reunited friends talked about an array of subjects. Crymson had tried to memorize all the different creatures that were hidden in the world or who thrived in Edenmar. She slowly submitted to defeat.
‘Who are some Element Wielders besides Kith and me?’ Crymson questioned. She was curious to know if any lived still.
‘You will find out soon enough.’ Dawnfire said after a minute. Crymson realized that Dawnfire knew who the Wielders were, but she could not press it out of him. Finally she asked in a defeated manner,
‘When will I start to learn of my past—more in depth, that is?’
No answer.
It annoyed Crymson that Dawnfire was keeping secrets. After failing to find out more about the events that would be taking place, Crymson refused to talk to Dawnfire. Dawnfire did not seem to mind because he flew on in silence. They both knew they had to trust each other but being a part for 3 years made it hard, so much had changed in that short span of time.
They reached the outskirts of London halfway into the night. It was perfect because the only light that was illuminated was the street and building lights on in the city. Crymson dismounted Dawnfire and almost crumpled to the ground from her exhausted muscles. She stretched and followed Dawnfire into the shelter of the trees.
‘We won’t be disturbed here. No one ventures over here.’ Dawnfire said before lying down near a thick oak tree. Crymson nodded tiredly and snuggled up next to Dawnfire’s warm belly; forgetting about the little spat they had earlier.

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If you guys have time to read this, comments would be helpful!

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I like it *nodnod* its good, nice back story to Crymson, very nice so far.

thank you. i changed the history that she tells Tom, i think it goes better with the story. Oh how i agonized over the names! LOL. I'm glad you approve.

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Of course I love it. I like the back story on Crymson too and can't wait for more. It's very intriguing and has me on the edge of my seat. Great work!

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I was fiddling around with Dawnfire's character, so i might have some new info on him later in the week that you might like to work into the story...

oo thanks! i really can't wait to see it! anything will help!

if anyone that is apart of it wishes to have a specific background part, please post here or PM me! thanks!

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Thanks Haldir and Gil!
"You said: I know that this will hurt, but if I don't break your heart then things will just get worse..."

yeah i noticed that as well... i cant remember who was missing from the list...

oh really? *goes back and counts*

you're right! how stupid of me! I know Luinnar is not on the list, but i am going to have to go see who else isn't.

EDIT: I changed the list! ack sorry for the confusion!

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Thanks Haldir and Gil!
"You said: I know that this will hurt, but if I don't break your heart then things will just get worse..."

yay, all zee members are included!!

I am soo sorry! It was such an honest mistake. I really don't know how i missed you. You were on my character list with all the biographies! I am really sorry! I had to use Rumour as a name b/c i love it, but i am going to change the charry since Luinnar didn't want me to use her charry. I think i am going to delete the part i am not sure about and change it, no biggie, but still

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