1 The Dragon Lairs
A story for adult Reader's
"So comes snow after fire, and even dragons have their endings."
J.R.R. Tolkien
The Dragon
High above the mountain fields of Frozen Mountains, in Zadar peninsula, huge air islands above the clouds throw their impressive shadows in the lands above.
It was quiet in the mountain slopes as the sunset fell in the western Dragon Lairs, as the air island was called.
A huge white dragon appeared flying around the rock's as he searched a comfortable place to land.
He was alone and seemed wounded.
As he landed with his huge scaled feet in a flat area next to the cliff he lowered his long neck and a small white girl appeared.
He gone done slipping from his leather feathers.
Soon after two young women with babies in their hags slipped slowly down.
After that the old dragon departured with a echoing cry towards the direction of the red downing sun.
He had done his duty.
The survivors was in safety now and far away from the reach of the evil.
For now at least.
They were few of the last surviving humans in a distant realm.
Their were a nation of great warriors and protectors of the human lands of Allamer.
There the last thousand years no more than few hundred of dragon riders defended the eastern border lands of Sheria from their old enemies the horrible red headed flying creatures called sherkas.
The latest and their black hooded riders the Dark Walker's who rode them in large numbers came from the realm of the dark Witch-Quinn Sitherin.
This ugly feathered creatures had strong peak's like vultures, sort naked necks and bat like wings with venomous spine's among their talons in their scaled feet.
Always in larger numbers than the dragons and with the poisonous arrows of their riders was a hards enemy's.
Terrible air battle's that sealed the fates of many nations and other creatures was fought in the sky's.
But at some point the dragons rider's betrayed by their human lords who was afraid their growing power defeated.
After that they scattered in remote mountain valleys and rocky islands in the west.
Dark ages followed and the shadow fell in the hurts of the people's.
Some rider's with a few dozen of whites and grey dragons tried to defend their hidden stronghold in the misty air islands of Elerdor .
There their castles stood for hundreds of years as their fortresses.
But in the end they couldn't hold their defences and escaped in the south suffering heavy losses.
They took with them the last surviving rider's and their families.
The White Priestess of the Pale Tower four pretty maiden's women was captured and taken as trophies bounded in the mounts of the Queen's rider's.
They imprisoned them in their stronghold shackled in dark dungeons.
The young beauties that their had grown up in noble houses ,with all the love and respect that they enjoyed in their motherland became common prisoners or slave girls not even alloyed to see the sun again.
Two of them died soon after from the harsh conditions and the cold.
The Dark Queen hated the old religion which was based in love for the nature and harmony between the races.
She killed one of the surviving girls also with her own hands when she refused to show her submission.
And in the end she ordered the last and younger of them to be carried away.
The Queen desired to give her a terrible death.
She chained the helpless girl hands and bare feet in the sharp rocky clifts of the Grey Mountains and left her to die from hunger and thirst.
Then as the stories said that the brunette maid started to sing her sad choirs preparing herself for her death.
But the girl didn't died.
Few night birds ,the magnificent silver owls, brought her food and drink secretly every night until then.
Her name was Aeriel and she was the only surviving daughter of the chief of the Moon Elves Clan ,the last one that they still kept their ability to speak with the nature.
Meanwhile bloody civil wars broke among the remaining realm's of humans and fear and dismay covered this gracious lands for years.
Even the few gryphons that serve the people's disappeared in the north after the great defeat of the Dragon Rider's.
Some with their riders involved in civil conflicts and died in this blooded years of terror and hate.
Many of the surviving dragons lost their riders and became wild and unapproachable.
And the large red dragons which found refuge in the north turned their wrath against the humans.
They attacked their settlement's near their territories and brought fire and destruction everywhere in their path.
Some greedily gathered mythical treasures in their mountain cave's and guarded them jealously.
Of the four species of dragons only the white dragons remaining loyal to the people's.
They aided them and kept their ability to speak with human race.
Agile in air battle's and smaller than the rest of the dragons the dark dragon's flied usualy alone in the moon nights.
But now they disappeared and no one hear anything since then about where this mysterious creature's gone.
The last and more magnificent, the clever grey dragons of the kings was found refuge with their leader Valko in the uninhabited sand desserts of the Storm Lands far in the south.
Without any the dragons ruling the plains the nature's balance also disturbed.
Dorithors creature's with four bat like leather wings ,reptilian heads and with a body size of a dwarf multiplied and made larger herbs .
Soon they began attacking the crops and agricultural animals of the farmers.
And when this creature's became too much the hot southern winds can bring a creature more large and hungry from anything that flies in the skies.
It was probably the last which remained from an older age of time .
An age of monsters after the shaped of the first word.
It is a nameless huge grey serpent long like a snake and with eight wings that kept it in the sky and a huge jaw full of sharp black teeth's.
The serpent as they called it was always ready to devour anything that he could catch ambushed in the cloud's .
It was this year's when Valkiria one of the last remnants of the ancient kingdom's of the Dragon Riders, was again under attack from air and land.
This people's was descendants of the first elves that married with humans.
They were, as the chronicles wrote tall, powerful warriors and their women had the beauty of the elfs and the best healing skills in the nations of the humans.
The villages and small cities unprotected was lοοted and many womens and children was captured by the enemy's armies.
They killed all the men even the children in order to destroy the word of the Free People as they knew him.
The dark armies didn't want any rebellions behind them.
The surviving women who was kept during the night in guarded camps,and forced to work as serfs in the fields during the day was the lucky ones .
They had still their daughters with them for comfort and support.
They could still hope for something.
Many of them was transferred far to the north and nobody from their own people learned anything for them ever since.
