The Last Dragon Rider

Revenge and a sense of responsibility

Alaric darted quickly and landed on the back of the enemy dragon, he and the Gorian dragon rider instantly fought on the back of the enemy dragon with incredible speed.

Alaric faltered a little, he never did such a battle. He only wanted to help and liberate the people of Cornhill from Gorian cruelty.

"I won't let you do the same with my village!" yell Alaric wrathfully.

Once again the shadow of Haiden's death and the West villagers imagined making Alaric's guts reappear, he already wanted to kill one of the Gorian dragon riders who were very cruel.

"Which design are you?" shouted the dragon rider confused, he did not remember again the abomination they had done.

"West Village on Jarome Hill! You killed my people and my father!" shouting Alaric wrathfully, he immediately attacked blindly at the Gorian knight.

Trang! The tring! Buk up!

"Well, you son of a bitch!" shouted the Gorian rider, he immediately kicked Alaric's body which immediately fell to float to the earth.

Zerrin instantly flew to capture Alaric's body by giving his back, "Thank you, Zerrin!" alaric shouted, he again stood on Zerrin's back. 

However, the torrent of fire from the Gorian dragon almost burned the bodies of Alaric and Gorian. However, Alaric slipped away the cloak that could expand to cover his body and the Zerrin so that the two survived.

"Zerrin! Are you okay?" alaric asked, he was very worried if anything happened to his little dragon.

"No! I'm fine, all right!" zerrin shouted, he sent the shadow of the horror created by the rider to Alaric.

"Fuck! We have to kill him" he said.

"Neart (Strength)!" alaric shouted, he himself did not know how he could say Gaelic.

"Zerrin! Fly higher!" alaric shouted, "Sgiath Dion (Protective shield)!" Alaric.

Suddenly an invisible bubble enveloped his body and Zerrin was like a unit protecting them both.

"You're great, Alaric. I'm proud of you!" zerrin shouted happily, he felt the fire of the Gorian dragon as ice water touched him. 

"I'm proud of you too, Zerrin!" reply Alaric.

Zerrin did not feel any burning or pain anymore, Kala the fire spurt from the Gorian dragon hit his body. Zerrin began to think and he gained a single Inspiration.

"Gaelic!" inner Zerrin, he felt guided.

"Meudaich mo theine naomh (Great, my holy fire)!" zerrin shouted, he immediately spat out his larger flame burning the Gorian dragon. 

Grrrhggh! Shouts of agony Gorian dragon on fire, "Founder! Who're you?" chanted the Gorian knight wrathfully, he saw his dragon burn with nothing left.

"Only the holy fire of the blessed dragon can kill the dragon clan! Who're they?" his inner.

The Zerrin fire instantly killed the dragon making the rider dart down making Alaric follow him until both are on the ground. 

Alaric instantly slashed his sword with a different power making the rider instantly overwhelmed.

"How could he

fight me? He was still a child, "the inner Gorian rider, he was still replying to Alaric's mercurial attack.

 The Zerrin flew close to the shield of protection that Tara had made on the inhabitants of Cornhill. The Zerrin attacked the two dragons with its fire leaving one of the dragons and its rider dead while the other dragon flew down swooping away with incredible speed.

Zerrin followed him but he was not smart against the wind until he did not fall down and regained control. 

"Why can't I fly? My wings are unable to fuse and resist the wind? What's wrong with me?" zerrin's mind was confused, he didn't understand.

"Zerrin! Don't force yourself! Just leave him!" tara shouted, she was afraid that Zerrin's fragile wings would break and hurt.

"But Tara"

"Leave it! You haven't been up for it. I don't want him to trap you up there. We don't have the rag dragon race here on our side.

"If something happens to you, then Alaric will die!" Tara said.

"What?!" 

"Easy! I can't tell you right now, someday you'll know your attachment!" tara shouted at her telepathy.

Zerrin was silent he wanted to ask, but he did not dare. So that he helped Altaf and Tara attack the enemy, Zerrin shuddered at the sight of human blood, he felt thirsty to suck the blood.

"What's wrong with me? Why is this human blood so different from that of an animal?" zerrin's inner self was transfixed, feeling that the human blood was calling him to suck it up and eat the wounded human body.

"Hold Zerrin! You're hit by magic! You're not a Gorian dragon!" tara shouted, she chanted a canticle.

[Content with trocair bho uchd doghaltas agus uilc (Please guard the sanctity of the embers of vengeful fire and evil)]

Zerrin gasped consciously, he listened to Tara's beautiful canticle, as if he was doused in a bucket of ice water.

"Thank you, Tara!" omitting the Zerrin, it drooped weakly within Alaric's shield.

The entire population moved around the Zerrin, "Come, follow me!" shout Zarock.

"For Zeus' sake, the Great One! Heal your creatures from evil!" zarock said and everyone followed.

Zerrin opened his eyes and saw everyone folding both hands and praying for him. Zerrin was puffed up, he felt happy with everyone's kindness.

While Alaric was still fighting and moved quickly to shake his sword. However, his enemy was no less agile to fend off attack after attack Alaric, until buk! Buk up! 

The Gorian knight's kick on Alaric's chest made him stagger. The Gorian Knight did not waste it, he slashed his sword again his father's worn-out robe as hard as steel protected him even, making the enemy's sword cut off.

Crass! 

Alaric directly slammed the pomegranate-eyed sword eye right into the heart of his enemy to death.

"Altaf! Back away! Get in the shield!" shout Tara.

Altaf immediately shot into the shield. Tara raised her hand, "Cur is (destroyed)!" Tara said.

A silver beam shot out to kill the remaining Gorian soldiers to dust with the bodies of the other soldiers who had died.

***

While the rider who was still in the sky saw everything from a distance that could not be touched by magic and the little dragon 

"I must report all of this to His Majesty the King of Calder Hall!" inwardly, he immediately invited his black dragon to fly towards the Gorian castle.

"Clag (Golden Claw), let's go!" he screamed at his dragon.

The Gorian Dragon Rider knight headed to Gorian Mountain where the Gorian Empire Castle stood on the top of the mountain with its horrors, no one could head there other than flying using dragons or magic power.

Soldiers usually ride on a flying horse, with ugly faces scabbed like human skulls instead of dragons or horses with thin wings.

People believed it to be a rebellious human, bewitched by King Calder and used as a mount to lift his obedient soldiers by being controlled by magic by Calder Hall.