The Last Dragon Rider

Zerrin and his deadly fire

"Because the living need more than the dead! After all, the soldiers took all this by forcing the Gorian people," Altaf said, he continued to take all the coins and swords as well as horses.

The three continued on, Tara just remained silent on the horse's back. Altaf glanced towards the two, he felt that he did not recognize the two of them.

"Hm, if you may know, where are you from?" altaf asked curiously, he was very curious as to where the two of them came from.

"I'm Alaric West from West Village and she's Tara Hall, um ..," Alaric replies, he doesn't know where Tara came from.

"Tara, if I may know where you're from?" ask Alaric curiously.

"I'm from my mother's womb!" reply Tara cold.

"Everybody knows about that! It means you're from your area!" alaric said, he is still being gentle.

"From Sgail Shithiche (The Fairy)," replied Tara Hall, she still looked straight ahead on the back of her horse Sorrow.

"What is Sgail Shithiche (Day of Elves)?" alaric and Altaf asked confusedly, they could not imagine where the origin of the city was.

"You won't know, never mind! Let's continue the journey." Tara instantly spurred her horse as fast as lightning leaving the two humans behind.

"Sgail Shinthiche (Day of Elves)? I just heard it?" altaf said, he who had explored all over Gorian as a thief never found the city of Sgail Shithiche.

"Otherwise me! Come on, we'll be left behind!" invite Alaric who continues to drive his horse, Storm as well as Altaf.

Zerrin poked his head out of Alaric's shirt, he was tired of being there. He grinned a little happily enjoying the breeze.

"What alaric is in your shirt?" altaf shouted, he spurred the horse towards Alaric and saw a small dragon grinning at him.

"That's dragon? Where'd you get Alaric?" altaf was confused.

"He's my dragon, my father's legacy!" Alaric.

"A legacy from your father? Is your father a dragon rider?" ask Altaf curiously.

"I don't know, my father was just a blacksmith. We came from Jarome hill in West village, behind Stamp mountain," Alaric replied.

"What's your father's name?" altaf asked curiously, he knew who the dragon riders in Gorian were.

"Haiden West!" alaric replied, "how could my father be a dragon rider? That's impossible ... but why do you have Zerrin eggs?" inner Alaric is confused.

"Haiden West? It seemed like there was no rider of that name, except for Filain West," inwardly Altaf, "I will steal the dragon! Not bad, the selling price could feed the Cornhill residents," Altaf thought, he was still staring at Zerrin who grinned not like the way Altaf thought.

 "We'd better stop at the urban front! Zerrin, hide yourself again!" Tara said.

Zerrin grumbled a little back into Alaric's shirt, "Please Zerrin, later in the forest you will be free to ride on my back." Alaric promised Zerrin he felt sorry for him.

"really? I hope in town, you guys don't take too long. You know, your shirt smells like Alaric? When was the last time you took a shower and washed your clothes!" zerrin's nagging, he wants to puke.

"You're a clean-ass Zerrin! You never even shower!" alaric was upset, they spoke by telepathy.

"Alaric, beware of the young man! He wanted to steal me and sell to people in the city" Zerrin said.

"really? Hm, are you able to defend yourself?" ask Alaric curiously.

"of course! Can I use my fire if he wants to steal me?" zerrin said he had promised Alaric to only use the fire if the need was urgent.

"of course! Why not!" reply Alaric.

"Be quiet Alaric, if they see what I'm doing then you and all of us will be punished, it's possible that a fight will happen again. Do you want to?" altaf gave a terrible picture.

Alaric clamped he put on a cloak veil to cover his head he felt safe because the red sword of his pomegranate was already on his back and covered by his father's worn robe.

Tara did the same thing by wearing her silver veil over her hair that was in line with hers. 

While Altaf still continued to fill the saddle of the horse with unreasonable rights, he sold all the horses except the ones he rode.

He ran over with a bag of money and tucked it under his shirt. They see if the Gorian prajutir is going back and forth to check and ask something. They saw paintings of Alaric's face here and there on the walls and walls of the city, making Tara immediately mutter something and speed up her horse. Alaric and Altaf followed suit.

They left the city without successfully buying anything entering a small forest far from the city. The three sat under the tree again, "Zerrin don't go far if you want to hunt" Alaric said, feeling hungry.

"Well, eat!" altaf gave two loaves of bread to Alaric and Tara.

"I don't want to! It was a steal" Tara said.

"I don't want to either!" alaric said, "i'll hunt with the Zerrin!" he ran towards jerrin.

Alaric saw a deer and immediately shot it, then, he halved it with the Zerrin. They brought their respective parts towards Tara and Altaf who ate his bread without a care.

"Zerrin!" scorching Alaric.

The zerrin instantly spewed out flames until the venison burned down, "Good meal!" alaric said, he gave a piece to Tara and Altaf. 

While Zerrin ate his part voraciously and cleaned his teeth and the rest of the blood with his long tongue.

It rained so hard that the four ran for cover in the small cave, Tara and Alaric were already asleep. 

Zerrin is still playing with the rain so Alataf intends to catch him until, bruk! Altaf's body immediately fell down in muddy and mud because Zerrin dodged it well.

"Hahaha, you son of a bitch! You think I'm such a stupid animal? You don't know to return the favor! Can you just want to catch me? Really too!" as Zerrin was angry, he immediately spouted his fire making Altaf run to and fro.

"Although, Zerrin! I won't catch and sell you again!" altaf shouted, he fell down with his butt filled with fire.

"Well! I'm not sure you can trust Altaf!" murmur Zerrin.

"Trust! I won't do it again" Altaf said, "I swear to Zeus! I'm not going to catch you and sell you!" lirih Altaf's.

"Well, if so! Don't try to lie to me! I'll bake you!" threatening Zerrin, he exhaled air from his snout to ward off the blaze on Altaf's buttocks.

"Thank you, Zerrin!" altaf said, he sat down.

Zerrin slowly sat down by Altaf's side, both of them bathed in the torrential rain. The two are unaware that Tara and Alaric are stalking them.

"Ah, thank goodness! I thought Altaf was really going to steal the Zerrin," said Alaric, she shone her sword.

"Aw!" Alaric was strangled as he turned around, not expecting Tara to be right behind him until they both fell to the floor of the cave where Tara was under Alaric's body.

"That's you from above my body!" shouted Tara fierce.

"What-what?!" reply Alaric confused he realized if both his hands had stuck to the armor right on the twin hills belonging to Tara.

"Oh, sorry!" alaric jumped from Tara's body and immediately pulled his hand until he hit the cave wall.