The Last Dragon Rider

Towards Altaf's hometown

"Aw!" strangled Alaric aghast he did not expect if his head hit the cave wall, until he staggered.

"Are you okay, all right?" tara asked, he saw if the person he had been watching had to stagger down.

"Based on a land crocodile! Rasayn!" as Tara put it, she felt a little upset by the way Alaric touched her.

"Basic shit!" as Tara said, she felt not so happy with the way Alaric was insolent to her, for 150 years she lived she had never been touched by any man at all.

"Based on a human child! Huh! If it wasn't queen Zumaris who asked me to take care of her I would never have taken care of her. Just get pissed!" inner Tara, he left Alaric staggered outside the cave room.

Now, Alaric along with Zerrin and Altaf who were still bathed in rain outside the cave were all silent. Alaric still thinks his nakedness touches Tara's chest, he feels ashamed and inappropriate for a man to a woman who is not his wife.

"If you're still alive! I must have been married," the inner Alaric lamented, remembering the death of his father and their happiness on the hill of Jarome.

At that time everyone was very conservative and had a very strange tradition, every man and woman should only be close to each other if they are engaged. Most of them were married because of their marriage.

Otherwise men and women just look at each other from a distance and are timid, the women gossip behind the men while laughing happily.

"Dad, I'm sorry if I haven't been able to kill your enemy! But, believe me, I will definitely destroy the enemy that has killed you!

"Gorian Soldier! You guys should be dead. But, why does Gorian have a dragon rider? Where did Zerrin come from? Who exactly is dad? Then, who is Celdar Hall?" inner Alaric.

Alaric was completely blind to many things, Haiden never let him roam, if Haiden took him to the city in the center of Gorian, he always wore a robe and covered all his head.

Haiden doesn't want anyone else to know about his ears other than the West. Sometimes Alaric asks, "Why do I have ears like that? I'm different!"

However, Haiden was angry if Alaric asked too much and wanted to know the matter. Now Alaric realizes that something is being kept secret by Haiden.

"But what is being kept secret by Father? Then why do I look like Tara?" inner Alaric is confused.

"What's wrong with you, Alaric? What's going on?" altaf asked looking towards Alaric who was still massaging his forehead. 

Zerrin stared at Alaric, Zerrin who was too young to understand what Alaric was thinking and saying, Zerrin just stared at him silently.

"I-I just hit a wall! Well, where it rains again," complained Alaric, he also had to get wet with his two friends staring at the rain and the roar of the wind.

Lightning grabbed a tree made the three run breezed into the cave. The tree was burning, Zerrin stared with interest. In the cave, Tara was silent without talking the pile of dry firewood was already there.

"Zerrin, please use your fire," Tara asked politely.

Zerrin immediately sparkled happily, he felt so proud if allowed to use his fire. Zerrin immediately spouted fire until the cave became brightly lit. 

Zerrin and Alaric curled up near the fire. Zerrin does not need all that, his body is designed with extraordinary immunity that can adapt to all types of weather different from Altaf and Alaric. Tara just quietly sat a little away from the two men.

"Altaf, where are you going after this?" alaric asked, he stared at Altaf who was silent.

"I don't know, what about you?" ask Altaf curiously.

"I'm going to the West side of Mount Stamp, I don't know my father told me to go west. I don't know why?" answer Alaric.

"Cornhill?!" alaric asked, "where is it?" alaric is full of interest.

Tara was just silent Zerrin was still curled up on Alaric's side, now his body was already half of Alaric's body, making Alaric a little trouble if Zerrin had already placed his head on Alaric's chest.

Zerrin was so fast growing, as if every day his body rose by half a meter. Alaric was still hugging Zerrin's body as if he was hugging a baby boy.

"Cornhill is my hometown, when it's rainy season. You know. .. Cornhill should be so beautiful, let alone spring.

"All the plots of land filled with a variety of vegetables and sunflowers will decorate the entire city of Cornhill as well as corn, carrot flowers have filled the fields. 

"All the horses, the sheep that will be trimmed to make cloth, a bunch of flowers-wasting shrubs along the way. Very beautiful!" altaf recalled, he described everything so incredibly.

"However, since Calder took over Gorian. Things went awry ...," complained Altaf, "not in any more vegetable plots and herds. Everything is like a dead village," Altaf said, as if he was so sad about it all.

"Gorians? Calder?" alaric was confused.

"Yes, stop! I will take you there tomorrow, if you want to go to .. Wherever I feel if you go this way, you will pass through my hometown" Altaf said.

"All right, we're coming!" Alaric.

Tara just turned her head towards the Altaf, Zerrin was already asleep with a deep snoring, his snoring sound deafening.

The next morning after breakfast Altaf actually took them to Cornhill. They rode horses westward, Zerrin so happy he was already perched in front in the arms of Alaric like a child.

"Is your hometown still far away, Altaf?" asked Alaric, he was curious about Altaf's hometown.

"No! Any minute!" yelled Altaf from the front, he was so excited to go back to his hometown.

They arrived at a hillside with little shrubs filled with grass, vegetable patches that were no longer harvested or cultivated by farmers.

Alaric and Tara saw the entrance gate that had been filled with wild vines that were not taken care of here and there the grass and garbage from the leaves had filled the village of Cornhill.

With the footsteps of horses entering Cornhil, the houses were already uninhabited and even collapsed here and there due to fighting and fighting.

"What's wrong with Cornhill? Zerrin, prepare! If there's anything I hope you're hiding. I don't want Gorian troops to catch you!" alaric said by telepathy.

"All right, don't worry! Can I use my fire, Alaric?" zerrin turned to look towards Alaric.

"of course! If it's to defend yourself, Zerrin. I'm not banning it!" reply Alaric.

The pace of the horse's footsteps grew slower, Altaf's horse headed a little deeper into a small street that only a person could walk on foot.

Tara and Alaric were silent, both of them still following Altaf, who continued to tread slowly. Altaf whistled strangely, like a code.

Alaric and Tara get ready if Altaf tries to trap them, "Alaric, get ready! I don't know if Altaf is really a friend or an enemy!" tara said in telepathy.

Alaric looked back at Tara, "Tara! Is it you who's talking?" alaric was confused.