SIXTEEN YEARS AGO CONTD
She looked like the goddess of death.
That day, as the young woman with black hair stumbled at the fortresses' walls, the only though that crossed Zephyr Thorne's mind was that she was the very picture of death itself.
Naked, and with a haunted expression. Bloody, and battered beyond measure. Shoulders squared, and hardly bearing the expression of her condition; the girl said nothing as the guards at the fortresses' walls screamed in assessment of her.
Zephyr had just achieved his first pyrrhic victory of hunting down his first dragon. People no longer saw him as much of a dirt as they had always seen him.
The condescending stares were there, but not as intense as it were before.
In recognition of his accomplishment in acquiring a bind with an original bloodline dragon, Zephyr had finally from the slums of being nobody but a bastard, to actually enlisting in the Military Riders Sphere.