I never believed in the legends of the Dragonriders. I thought they were just stories told to scare children. But as I stood at the edge of the volcano, looking into the fiery pit that was the home of the legendary dragon, I had to reconsider everything I thought I knew.
The dragon was huge, its scales shimmering like gold in the light of the fire. Its eyes were glowing red, and its fangs were long and sharp. It was the most terrifying thing I had ever seen.
But I knew that I had to face it. I had to be the Dragonrider, the one who would tame and ride the dragon. It was my destiny.
I took a deep breath and stepped into the volcano. The heat was intense, and I could feel the lava bubbling beneath my feet. But I didn’t dare stop. I had to get to the dragon.
As I got closer, the dragon roared. It was a deafening sound that shook the ground beneath my feet. I could feel the fear coursing through my veins, but I knew that I had to be brave.
The dragon reared up on its hind legs, its wings spread wide. It was ready to attack.
I raised my arms and called out to the dragon. I told it that I was there to tame it, that I was the Dragonrider. The dragon looked at me for a long moment, its eyes burning into mine. And then, something incredible happened.
The dragon lowered its head and nuzzled against my hand. I could feel its warm breath on my skin. It was as if it had accepted me, that it knew that I was its rider.
I climbed onto the dragon’s back, and we took off into the sky. It was the most exhilarating feeling in the world. I was flying on a dragon!
We soared over the volcano, the heat from the lava rising up to meet us. The dragon was powerful and graceful, and I felt completely at ease riding on its back.
I was the Dragonrider, and I was ready to face anything.
Last Updated on December 14, 2023
by DaF Books