Age of Dragons

Mark nodded, "belive me, I have far too much to remember that I wish I didn't have too, even looking at my swords reminds me of the wrongdoing in the fire region," he said, showing one of his short-swords, with fire region colors on them, and the symblol of fire.

 

Chi nodded."Did your father teach you or was it your mom?" she asked.

 

Mya looked at the swords nervously and then back to the ground. I'm not saying you're a bad person or anything.

 

John's smile quickly faded. "I never knew my parents..." he said, sadly. He turned to the side, frowning. "I don't even know my own last name..."

 

Mark laughed, "you're the first in a long time, from the people of fire branding me as a tratior, to the people of the other regions driving me out because I have a fire dragon," he said.

 

She smiled at Mark. My sister always told me not to make assumptions. She hugged her dragon.

 

Mark nodded, "that's good, there is way too much racism in the world already, we don't need to add more to it," he said, stepping forward and offering his hand, "Mark Ignis, offical tratior to the fire realm."

 

She took his hand and stood up. Mya. I don't even know my last name or where I was born. Hope you don't mind. Dragon's name is Shia.

 

Chi nodded."At leaste your family doesn't have a bad name to you..." she said

 

Mark nodded, "there are too many orphans these days, and this is my dragon, Hwaje, and belive me, he has more tales to tell than I," he said.

 

She examined his dragon and smiled. Don't they all. they live longer than us. Mine on the other hand...nevermind. She petted Hwaje.

 

"The closest thing I have to family is this guy right here: Vento," said John, patting Vento on the head. "We've lived together in the Wind Region for as long as I can remember."

 

Mark nodded, "and Hwaje is older then most, he's seen things older than written memory, he's been a wanderer, gone through many riders, because he has no trainer, but is his own trainer, the only thing I am here for is to ride him," he said.

 

She closed her eyes and thought for a bit. Just to ride him? Do you really believe that Mark? Dragons are made only to be ridden? She turned towards him. I don't wish to argue with you Mark, but I believe that all dragons have a greater potential. Don't you?

 

Mark shook his head, "that isn't how I meant it, he needs a rider, but he doesn't need a trainer, he has his own destiny which I doubt I will live to see fulfilled, but he always needs a rider, when one dies, he goes out to find a new one, he needs the compainionship of rider and dragon, and if you listen close enough, you can hear him, hear his mind think of his glorious adventures through the seasons of time," he said.

 

I see what you mean. She looked at her dragon and sighed. I never knew how mine felt. Look at me. I can't walk two steps without being swarmed by people.

 

Mark grinned, "from the sound of it, you need to get away from society for awhile, Hwaje always loves the wilderness, just doesn't like the cities much, he thinks that dragons were made for the wild, not to be pampered house pets," he said.

 

She smiled. I love nature too. it's just that...that I may miss a chance to see her.

 

Mark Ignis nodded, "I understand completly, but belive me, no matter what tirvial matters the wilderness lacks, it makes up for it in sheer beauty, the expansive forests, the beautiful lakes, the light of the glowing moon," he said.

 

She sighed. If time stood still, I'd love to enjoy it. She looked at the sky. It's getting late, you have a place to stay at?