The Last Dragon Rider

Zerrin the golden-eyed female dragon

"Tara Dale ... are you human?" alaric asked confusedly, he had never seen such a beautiful woman in his village with a slim body filled behind a silver armor and an unusually beautiful face.

"I'm from the elf clan. Have you heard of it?" tara asked, she looked towards the confused Alaric.

"Elf Nations? Whatisit? I never heard of it?" reply Alaric, he only saw if he and the woman had in common the leaves of the ears are slightly taper.

"The fairies .. It's just that the elves are like humans. If a fairy is only the size of an index finger," replied Tara, she was just silent. 

"You better practice the sword, I'll teach you the basics. But, I think you should eat first!" said Tara, he has served a roasted rabbit to Alaric.

"God?! Dragons and witches? Is this normal?" alaric was confused.

"Hey! Where have you been all this time? Do you think there are only humans, animals, and plants in the world?" cibir Tara is upset.

Tara feels that if the person she is protecting is very stupid, if she does not promise the late queen Zumaris, Tara does not want to be close to humans who are always selfish, greedy, and greedy.

"Is this girl named Tara not intending to poison and kill me? But, if he intends to kill me, there's no way he can help me," said Alaric, he ate the rabbit's meat as quickly as possible.

Alaric was a little suspicious, but now he realized that everyone was starting to want his father's dragon sword and egg. In addition, Alaric wanted to practice the sword as quickly as possible in order to kill the Gorian dragon-riding knight. 

"I will take revenge for the death of my father and all the inhabitants of my village," Inner Alaric resounded and determinedly.

After eating Tara Dale actually invited her to practice, Tara and Alaric used a stick to compete. But always Alaric's attack could be broken by Tara, he repeatedly fell and stood back up again to retaliate and fend off the attack from Tara Dale.

A week had passed Alaric continued to use wood as his sword and he was a little proficient. 

"Use your sword, Alaric!" tara's orders.

"What?!" cry Alaric, he did not expect it at all, he shuddered at the sharp glittering sword.

However, Alaric still obeyed Tara's orders, taking her sword. Tara looked at Alaric, she was silent.

"Follow me!" tara said, she immediately took her sword from the sheath and drew out the sword.

"Modhail (sharp)!" said Tara Hall, he called the ancient language of the Gaelic Language, a magic of the sword glistened sharply.

Alaric was flabbergasted, he repeated the spell and a miracle occurred, his sword getting sharper.

"Moil (blunt)!" tara said and the sword came back blunt, "memorize the spell. I will teach many things in everyday life" said Tara.

Alaric followed him and they returned to training. During the night Alaric trained tirelessly, he only rested for food, the night after training he fell asleep by hugging the dragon egg.

Cracks! Cracks!

Alaric was surprised when he heard if there was a crack from the egg in his deck shaking. He saw that the egg began to crack and showed one by one the cracks fell and a small creature appeared from inside the fragment of the egg, a red and black scaly dragon.

"W-is this a dragon?" alaric asked confusedly, he saw that the little dragon was running around with a banging against something until he repeatedly fell to balance his steps until he looked at Alaric and blinked his eyes and immediately jumped into Alaric's lap.

"Hey, what are you doing?" alaric asked confusedly, he saw that the little dragon immediately rubbed his head into Alaric's chest.

"Your dragon has hatched?" tara said coldly without a smile.

"What's? My dragon? Then why is he like this?" alaric asked puzzledly, he still did not understand the little dragon was still jumping and sliding to and fro on his shoulders, back, and back falling on his lap.

"Um, I think she thinks you're the mother" said Tara, still watching the red dragon wail.

"Am I also going to find him a milk?" alaric asked confused, he only knew if a baby needed breast milk and it could not be given by him.

"No need! Um, you just give him a name!" reply Tara.

"Name?" alaric said surprised, he did not think that even dragons should have names.

"Yes, Name! You don't think he needs a name? How are you gonna ride him someday, if you don't have a name to call your dragon?" tara asked, "you have an obedient horse and you gave it a name!" said Tara.

"Oh, I don't know, is she a female or a male?" said Alaric confused, he was still staring at the amazement of the dragon like a lizard.

"You just lift the tail, really hard? Are you a moron or a moron?" tara said, he did not think there was someone who could not distinguish the sex of an animal.

"I don't know! If I knew, there was no way I would ask" Alaric said, following Tara's advice.

"Does this mean she's a female?" tanya Alaric showed something under the tail of the dragon to the face of Tara who was still sitting on the rock with grace.

Tara felt a little embarrassed, she did not expect that Alaric so innocently showed the dragon's genitals to her and it was a taboo in her clan.

"Oh, so so. Okay .. I'll give you a name. What kind of name do you want?" alaric asked the dragon, who replied softly.

"Um, what if the name .. Zerrin! It means golden woman," said Alaric, he does not have much vocabulary because he never read a book or get out of Jarome hill.

So Alaric thought that the color of copper was difficult to know how beautiful he said, so he preferred the color of the little dragon's eyes, he saw that his dragon was jumping up and down when Alaric called him by the name of Zerrin.

"Well! Not wrong? Golden from where?" tara asked, she did not understand the way Alaric looked at his dragon.

Tara saw that the scales of the little dragon were red and black but the one that dominated was red. He did not see any golden scales but copper. Most riders name their dragon by the color of their scales, claws, muzzles, spines, tail, or desired strength. 

However, in contrast to Alaric named his dragon impressed the origin and do not know the origin of the intelligence of the dragon.

"Um, her eyes are golden" Alaric replied.

"Oo," Tara replied, she understood a little and felt amused for the first time there was a rider mananai dragon from her eyes.

"Do you like the name Zerrin? Otherwise I would have looked for another name" said Alaric, holding his little dragon body and beginning to speak as if the dragon understood.

"Of course I like it!" reply the dragon.

"Well! Can you talk?" alaric was confused.

"Dragon is a legendary creature and the smartest!" reply Tara.

"Oh, so .. well Zerrin. Now let's go to sleep!" take Alaric to his dragon.

Zerrin softened and immediately infiltrated Alaric's deck asleep warmly. The day passed quickly the dragon started to agile and so quickly grew bigger while Alaric got more and more excited to practice his sword. 

Alaric taught Zerrin what he knew, as Daisy and Haiden had taught him. Archery, hunting animals, writing, and talking are many things.

Until Tara and Alaric come out of their hiding cave to continue the journey. The dragon is the most intelligent animal he can read quickly when Alaric writes something they talk through telepathy.

"Zerrin, you don't come out of my shirt. I don't want them to kill and catch you!" Alaric.

Zerrin only yelled annoyed and resigned when Alaric put it in the shirt on his chest. Zerrin twitched a little there clawing at Alaric.

"Aw! Zerrin, have patience! Don't scratch me or spit out your fire!" alaric was upset, he was confused with Zerrin who was always angry and sulking if his wishes were not obeyed.

Alaric did not understand the small dragon which was only the size of a small lizard once but had repeatedly spouted fire and was only a few days old.

"Hahaha, he thought the fine hair on your chest was a forest!" taunted Tara, she accidentally slipped.

"W-what? When did you see her?" alaric was confused. 

"When you're hurt!" reply Tara cuek, he saw a red pseudo on Alaric's face.

"Yes, Lord .. Alaric is still too little," he whispered.

Alaric rode Storm and Tara on her horse Sorrow. They spurred the horse quickly, Zerrin once looked up from the folds of clothes on Alaric's chest that looked like a kimono.

Trang! Trang!

The sound of swords rumbling, they saw a man fighting with a Gorian warrior.

"Tara, I'll help the man!" alaric shouted, he darted off Storm's back and helped the man who was fighting.

"Who are you? Don't interfere! We want to catch this thief?" shouted a Gorian soldier.

"I don't care, you guys have to die!" alaric shouted he was still vengeful and angry at Haiden's death.

Trang! The tring! 

Alaric was slightly superior and easily defeated and killed warriors.

"Thank you, I'm Altaf!" said the thief, a handsome man with long straight brown hair and a strange hat with a feather of an eagle on the left side of the hat.

Altaf instantly took the silver and gold coins as well as the warrior sword, "Why did you take it?" alaric was confused.