The Last Dragon Rider

Seduced a little

"Yes, who else?" reply Tara, he snorted annoyedly.

The screams made by Altaf, made some shrubs sway and popped heads popping with shabby looking clothes and lots of patches here and there.

"Altaf! Altaf is back!" shouted a little boy.

The cry of the little boy made everyone spring up from behind the bush and the trees ran happily towards Altaf.

"Why did you long back Altaf this time?" asked a little boy, he ran into Altaf's arms.

"Yes, that's it! Many Gorian soldiers were patrolling," Altaf replied, smiling.

"This is for you, Bastian!" altaf said, he gave a shirt to the child as well as some toys and sweets.

Altaf shares the loot with everyone, Alaric and Tara see that most children, women, and the elderly appear.

"Altaf .. Who are they?" ask a fairly old man with a wooden stick in hand.

The old man looked towards Tara and Alaric who were still on their horse saddle.

"Oh, they're my friends! Don't be afraid, they're good people. They were the ones who helped me" replied Altaf, "the girl named Tara, the man named Alaric, and …." Altaf looked back and forth and looked for Zerrin.

"Zerrin! The dragon was named Zerrin," Altaf said, pointing to Zerrin playing with the gnomes and butterflies.

"Altaf, it's a dragon! What if he's like a Gorian dragon? Why did you bring him here Alaric?" said a boy named Bastian.

Bastian hid behind his mother's back, everyone inching backwards in fear with Zerrin staring towards all the residents with a puzzled look.

"Alaric, what's wrong with them? Do they not like me?" zerrin asked a little sad and he felt afraid.

Zerin immediately darted up to the saddle of Alaric's horse hiding behind Alaric's back peering there.

"Don't be afraid! His name is Zerrin, I'm Alaric and he's Tara Hall, we're Altaf's friends. Zerrin's not a bad dragon, believe me!" alaric said, he went down and took Zerrin down.

However, Zerin was a little reluctant and scared, "What if they're going to cut and cook me Alaric?" ask Zerrin.

"What's? No one wants to eat a dragon! Don't be weird!" alaric's reply left everyone speechless.

"Humans won't eat you, it's the dragon who always preys on us" said the little boy behind his mother's back.

"Have it done, don't look for unnecessary fuss. He's a little dragon and doesn't belong to a Gorian witch. So, he won't be dangerous" said the old man.

"Uncle Zarock was right, he was just a little dragon and he was very kind. If you don't believe you can touch him, isn't that Alaric?" altaf asked, he wanted to tell the inhabitants of Cornhill if Zerrin was not an evil dragon.

"really?" ask kids.

"of course! Come here, I'll introduce you!" said Alaric, "come on, Zerrin! They want to get acquainted with you," Alaric pleaded, what trying to convince Zerrin.

"Go, Zerrin! Meet, they. Believe me, they won't hurt you. They're just afraid, if you're like the dragon they've known all along." Tara came down from Sorrow's saddle.

"Well, that woman is beautiful!" the girls shouted in admiration for Tara.

The girls immediately enveloped Tara, who smiled and reached out. All the children were so amazed at Tara's unique beauty and hair, most of their hair was black, brown, and red.

Zerrin immediately darted down and stood next to Alaric, he was still afraid to get close to other humans besides Altaf and Alaric.

"Come, come here, boy! I will guide your hand" Alaric told Bastian.

"May I touch you Lord Dragon?" ask Bastian.

"I'm a female dragon?" ketus Zerrin, a little grunt.

"Oh, I'm sorry about the beautiful Dragon Lady. Can I touch your side?" bastian asked, he was fascinated by the shining red scales that looked like copper on the sun.

Zerrin was a little puffed up, he was tempted with a pretty word. Alaric immediately raised his eyebrows, as Zerrin lowered his head to touch Bastian.

"For women, being seduced just a little directly face down!" inner Alaric.

Slowly Bastian reached out and touched her. Zerrin closed his eyes, he felt that Bastian's heart was so kind and sincere.

"Alaric, someday this child .. will be an amazingly great child, who can replace Altaf," whispered Zerrin telepathically.

"really?" alaric replied, he looked at Bastian's handsome look with his red hair.

"Yes, even he's aide to be Altaf's son-in-law. Don't tell Altaf he can be stressed!" Zerrin.

"Oh, really?" alaric asked, he could not believe it.

"Yes, Altaf is very afraid of women. He's going crazy! Altaf just wants to bring Cornhill towards comfort and kindness for everyone" Zerrin replied.

"You can see Zerrin's future?" alaric asked, "do you see our future?" ask Alaric.

"Hm, that's a secret!" whispered Zerrin, "i must not tell my rider before he succeeds in becoming an Alaric rider!" whisky Zerrin.

"Mr Alaric, can we touch her too?" ask the kids to start close together.

"Of course, ask Zerrin?" Alaric.

"May we touch you Miss Dragon?" ask the kids to race.

"Please!" reply Zerrin.

"He can talk! May I have him Mr Alaric?" ask a child who hugs Zerrin.

"Sorry, Zerrin is my friend, we can't be separated!" reply Alaric.

"Oh, so. Will you come again, Miss Zerrin?" ask the kids, they're talking to a little girl their age.

"Of course, one day we'll be here!" reply Zerrin.

Everyone smiled, "Come on, let's take our guests to hiding. I don't want the knights or the Gorian warriors to know if there's a little dragon here" Zarock said.

"Come, Miss Zerin! Miss Tara!" invite all the children to herd the two women of different races to enter a vines hall.

They entered a shady tree house with roofs made of straw and wooden walls and mountain stones.

"Have you built a bigger house?" altaf asked, he looked around.

"Yes, you've been sending a lot of money and food every time you go Altaf, we think it's better if we make weapons and defenses" Zarock replied.

"Did the Gorian knights and dragons not come again?" altaf asked, a little relieved.

"They keep coming but, we're grateful they can't detect where we're hiding" Zarock replied.

Cornhill women carry food and potluck fruits that have begun to harden. They only boil, potatoes, carrots, and beets.

"Eat, Miss Tara and Mr. Alaric. Miss Tara, I'm glad I can still see your race. Ever since Queen Zumaris died, I've never met any of you again.

"Oh, I'm sorry Mr. Zarock. I ... don't recognize you anymore," replied Tara, she slightly remembered the old man who was about 80 years old was once very handsome and dashing one of the Jolla kingdom's warlords.