The Last Dragon Rider

Mixed Blood

"All right, Queen Zain!" vladimir said, he was a little reluctant to teach Alaric. 

Vladimir went forward raising his sword, his beautiful armor glistening in the dim sunlight of the Sgail Shithiche. Vladimir was reluctant but he could not refuse because of his oath.

"Curtain! Disgusting mixed blood!" vladimir's inner cynic, "he won't be able to become a true Dragon Rider!" inner groan.

However, because it carries the name of the Elf race so that Vladimir would not want to have to teach Alaric with his abilities, although he was not willing if the mixed child mastered all his intelligence.

"Come on, start practicing Dragon Rider!" take him, he began to put up the horses.

"Good, Master!" Alaric instantly prepared his sword.

Vladimir who initially refused to seriously teach Alaric finally inevitably serious because Alaric really extraordinary.

"This mixed blood has different powers! He ... his inner power is above average and his intelligence exceeds that of an ordinary human," Vladimir's inner being, he kept darting to bring down Alaric with his sword and sorcery.

However, Vladimir remained reluctant to acknowledge all the power of Alaric he hated because the human race had taken the queen Zumaris and now the mixed blood had taken Bana-phrionnsa Tara from him.

But Alaric is getting better. His anger at humiliation as a human being of the most foolish race made him come forward and show all his cleverness.

"I think that's enough, Lord Dragon Rider! You already have progress. Now you and Zerrin must work together to conquer the enemy." Queen Zain instantly summoned Zerrin from a distance.

Alaric frowned, "How does Queen Zain call Zerrin?" inner Alaric, he saw behind the blue scaly dragon Zerrin flying gracefully.

"Zerrin, you and Alaric should work together. Alaric come up to his back. Zola and Zubair (blue scaly dragon) will work together. Come on, start the practice!" queen Zain's Order.

Zola darted easily over Zubair's back, Alaric trying to follow him. But repeatedly he fell.

"Haha! Dragon Rider this time, really so, so stupid! Time ride on Zerrin's back can't?" everyone said, they laughed at Alaric.

"Dign mixed BLOOD!" yell at everyone.

Alaric, however, tried not to care about all the elves' banter. Alaric tried to keep going up to Zerrin's back with all his might. Zerrin felt sorry to see the rider himself to be made fun of in such a way.

"Alaric, use Gaelic!" zerrin said, he groaned in annoyance making all the Elf races as the spectators instantly silent.

"Oh, sorry!" Alaric immediately uttered the gaelic darting and directly climbed onto Zerrin's back.

"Are you ready, Dragon Rider?" zola asked politely, she was a little cynical and poked her lips.

"I'm ready, Mr. Zola!" alaric replied, he took out a pomegranate-eyed sword and immediately dulled the sword-eye on both sides.

"Ah, defeating him must be very easy, Zubair! I would love for this Blended Blood blow to be crippled and injured for the rest of his life!" zola told Zubair.

"Is that not against the rules, Mr Zola?" reply Zubair sad, he had heard the story of the greatness of Alaric from Zerrin saw slide after slide struggle of a blood mixture that despicable.

"Don't get caught! If I'm found out I'm sure Queen Zain and Her Majesty Queen Zarina must be angry!" said Zola.

Zubair just silent no longer talk, he can not fight the wishes of the rider they have been sworn.

"Good boy …!" inner Queen Zain smiled.

Zerrin and Zubair immediately flapped their wings to go up into space to attack each other and claw each other and exhale fire. 

While Zola and Alaric were trying to fight using their swords, from the back of the dragon each hung on the wings as well as the body of their dragon.

The battle grew more intense when Zola managed to hit Alaric's chest with a beam of magic balls and his sword had injured Alaric's hand.

"Yeah!" alaric shouted, "why could Master Zola's sword hurt me?" alaric asked.

Alaric looked with his inner eye if the sword was not dulled. Suddenly, pain and anger flared.

"I can't believe it, if they're cheating!" inner Alaric, he tried to suppress and stop his blood seeping behind his black armor.

Alaric did not understand why his armor was black, while the others were silver. Now, he realized that if he was just, the blood of a mixture that was as ugly and dirty as his clothes.

"Alaric! You okay?" ask Zerrin to worry.

"No!" reply Alaric Weak, he felt all his joints would break.

Zola just smiled cynically, staring at Alaric, who was complaining. The cheers that bewildered Zola and Zubair were getting quieter.

Zerrin began to wrath and rage, "Alaric! Are you okay! What if we reply!" as Zerrin was young, he was emotionally disturbed.

"I'm sick of seeing them always insulting us! I don't want to or can't choose my destiny. Who's my rider!" zerrin Umpat.

Zerrin never told Alaric that all the dragons mocked him and said, "You are so stupid! Want to be a lowly mixed blood rider! He's not a human or an Elf!".

However, Zerrin never told Alaric. He saw Alaric so heavily living his life with the terrible training of Queen Zain and Vladimir. 

Not to mention the insults from the elves who always left if Alaric appeared on the dining table under the shady maple tree but, Alaric did not care that he continued to eat and finish all his readings and returned to training alone using only a walking wood.

All the Elven races were horrified to look at Alaric who bewitched the wood with the sword and fought him because no elf would be willing to befriend him. So an idea came to Alaric's mind using a wood and bewitching him to walk.

Altaf somewhere, none of the elves told where Altaf was, nor did Bana-phrionnsa Tara disappear and not return.

Alaric's body had been emaciated dry, his face was filled with bewok. But Zerrin knew that Alaric was desperately learning and training to master Gaelic as fast as he could and fighting on his own.

Not to mention the injuries along the thighs in Alaric made him often complain of fever so Zerrin affixed drugs that make the wound is not severe at night.

Zerrin willingly chewed the plant that made his tongue Kelu and felt burning for the sake of Alaric. Throughout the night Alaric always deliriously called Daisy, Haiden, Altaf and Tara and called his name Zerrin.

All of that made Zerrin feel full he did not expect the kindness of Alaric so deep for the five of them. Now, Zerrin was sick of seeing the difference between himself and Alaric given by the Elves.

"What's the difference between me and Alaric? If I were his dragon and he was my rider. They should have appreciated both of us, not boxed us in!" zerrin's inner grunt was irritated, he looked at Alaric on his back who was trying to suppress and heal the wounds on his own body.

"Fuck! Zola didn't blunt her sword?" inwardly Zerrin was furious, he gazed towards the gleaming Oedang Zola.