The Last Dragon Rider

Alaric and Jarome Hill

"Eternity will forever be yours, Calder! However, a child of mixed blood humans and elves will kill you!" a heavy and hoarse voice echoed from a black smoke that shaped the shadow of the face of the dark devil.

"No!" shouted a long black-haired man in white, he woke up from his sleep. In a palace room accompanied by candlelight.

"I have to find and kill the boy!" his screams echoed in the middle of the night horrifyingly as the birds and bats flew away from the Gorian black palace.

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In the year 220 BC, a ruthless Gorian empire filled with tyranny with dark magic powers rule all the regions, along the territory of Gorian there is a mountain filled with wilderness and always misty hide many mystical stories, called Mount Stamp

On Mount Stamp there is a small hill called Jarome and a village called West village, where the residents have a job farming, raising, and farming, and had a blacksmith named Haiden West who was famous throughout Gorian.

"Alaric! Help Dad finish all the weapons orders," Haiden said when he saw his son wanted to go outside with a bow and arrow in a bear skin bag that was tanned with unusually slippery.

"Sorry, Dad. I promised all my friends to hunt!" alaric ran outside the house.

Alaric, a honey-skinned tall boy, was 17 last June, had green eyes, was spoiled, and was just playing around, black-haired, and had black eyes, it has slightly taper earlobes that are different from most humans in general. However, no one dared to ridicule him because Haiden would be wrathful.

"Basin' bad boy! You're just playing around!" as Haiden said, but he knew that Alaric would no longer listen to his words.

Haiden only saw his son running away and down the steps of a patch of beetroot plants and other vegetables.

"Alaric! Alaric!" the cries of children of Alaric's age were chases by running towards the slopes and hills behind the Stamp mountain to hunt

One thing Alaric likes is to shoot game animals so that every time he comes home he will bring his prey to be cooked or sold. Alaric comes home with all his best friends at night and eats with Haiden, they only live together since the death of Daisy his mother, Haiden's wife.

"Alaric, I hope you don't play too far to leave Jarome's hill, let alone enter the wilderness of the terrible Stamp mountain!" haiden's Message.

"What's going on, Dad?" tanya Alaric ate a slice of hard bread and a roasted deer.

"The rumor says, 'If King Calder is looking for boys from all over Gorian. I don't know why, promise Alaric to obey me this time" Haiden said.

"Alright Dad!" alaric replied, "what does this have to do with me?" inner Alaric.

But he did not want to make his father nervous, so Alaric assented all his father's words without wanting to hurt Haiden. Alaric had no desire to become a blacksmith despite repeatedly teaching Haiden to gild and beat a smoldering iron for weapons.

"Dad, what does all this mean? If we create a lot of weapons that means we will make more lives lost ..," said Alaric, he did not understand and did not want that to happen.

"Weapons are used to defend and defend themselves as well as to kill for those who wrongly use them, son!" said Haiden.

Alaric is silent, he does not know much, he can only write and read as is taught by Daisy and Haiden.

A week later ….

"Don't go too far, Alaric. Hurry home!" said Haiden, he began to worry and be vigilant because too many boys have been arrested by Celdar Hall.

"Good Dad!" bakas Alaric, he ran towards the hill behind Mount Stamp.

"Well, when I see many animals hunted. But none of my arrows killed them" Alaric lamented, deciding to go home.

Alaric watched from a distance if West Village was already filled with flames, "What's wrong with the village? Daddy!" yelling Alaric immediately ran as fast as he headed to his peaceful and quiet village.

Alaric saw in the sky some dragons instantly fertilizing the fire from his muzzle towards every house in West Village, "Is that a dragon? Is it true people say, 'If Calder is hunting a boy?" alaric's inner question started to get messed up.

He continued to run down the hill and land steps looking for his father. He saw that on the dragon's back there was a person who controlled the dragon and used a sword that attacked towards his village.

Alaric ran from the trees and the unburned house to his house, along which he ran to see all the bodies had been injured and killed with the body burned horribly.

"Dad!" alaric shouted, he saw that his house was already on fire and found his badly wounded father trying to save the sword and something in his carry.

"Alaric! Come on, go, son. Don't come back here. Bring this!" haiden shouted giving the dragon-headed sword and pomegranate-eyed as well something inside the cloth package.

Alaric immediately carried the package with a cloth, slipped the sword on his back along with a box of arrows and his bow wearing his father's robe. 

"Come, Alaric! Quickly escape!"shouted Haiden, he led Alaric to their dark horse.

"Dad, you're hurt!" alaric shouted anxiously, he was afraid that Haiden would leave him as well as Daisy.

"Storm, take Alaric!" haiden said to the horse named Storm who neighs understood.

"Dad! Come on, let's go!" invite Alaric, he heard cries of pain from the residents and laughter of the dragon riders who launched an attack from the back of his dragon.

"Go!" haiden shouted, "remember my message Alaric!" haiden's shout hit the horse's butt so that it darted as soon as it left West's village.

"Dad!" shouted Alaric.

Kala saw a beam of fire burn and attack Haiden, making his father's body burned to the ground. Alaric wanted to turn around to help his father.

"Storms! Back!" alaric shouted, he tried to pull the horse's bridle but, Storm ran as fast as he could and did not want to obey Alaric's orders this time.

"Look! Someone's run away! Get him Rock!" shouted someone from the back of the blue dragon.

The man named Rock immediately darted ordered his dragon to chase after Alaric who darted away from Jarome hill.

"You won't be able to escape! Surrender!" rock screams and he throws fire from the sword. 

Storm ran as hard as he could to dodge the ball and dragon fire, swerving to and fro as the fire attacks burned the sides and front as well as the back of their bodies. Alaric tightly hugged the neck of Storm who was running too fast. 

"Come, Storm! Run faster!" alaric shouted with his robe covering the sword and the ball-like package on his chest. 

Tears seeped on the cheeks recalling the grievous death of the Father. Alaric no longer cared about his pride as a man who could not cry.