124 Stone of Solaris (1)

Brantley couldn't take his eyes off Quetz. He had waited for it for two thousand years. He had heard that a dragon egg had hatched in the Fulshire Forests—almost two thousand years after it was laid. An egg hatched only for the rider. It chose its rider. It waited for its rider and it was a miniscule chance that the rider came near it. But when it did, the egg hatched immediately. 

Quetz was the only dragon that was born after a long time and was worth a war. The only problem was its rider. There was no way that the dragon would give up on Dawn. So Brantley had to play his tricks. 

The long night came to an end as the stars smudged and the moon receded towards the horizon. The sun was still below the horizon. Delicate greens of the surrounding trees and the grassy knolls could be seen. A deceptive coolness set in. Dawn knew that something was going on in Brantley's mind. She could feel the storm brewing. 

Quetz let out a low growl.