Drakon and Adra were on the road. Traveling. Visiting through small villages and cities. The journey was tedious. They would travel for hours at a time and then stop and rest. Mainly to keep the dragon eggs warm. While traveling, the eggs were layered with blankets and cloth enough to cause a heat stroke. While they stopped, the dragon eggs lay within the campfire for extra warmth. Drakon's energy was fatigued due to a lack of sleep. Drakon would go in and out of sleep checking on the eggs and making sure they were not ambushed or attacked by creatures.
They had to reach the witch of the wilds. They didn't have a lot to go off of. Drakon heard stories and really only had a hunch to know where she may be. A story by the Dalish elves. The woman is known as Flemeth or in the Dalish tongue Asha'bellanar. There were rumors of the transformation of dragons. Where there was a dragon, Flemeth followed. The last known location was Brecilian Forest. Drakon continued to seek answers through bards in passing, taverns. And everything lead to the same old stories he had heard. Flemeth, god, witch, mage. Each story was told drastically different but all had similar themes. All they had to do was track a dragon and maybe just maybe they might find the witch of the wilds.
The journey was tireless. The nights felt long, the sleep and fatigue ripped through Drakon's face. But it was worth it. This whole process was something Drakon had to do. Not for his family. Not for his father. But for himself. To prove to his father he was a capable person worthy to become a dragon knight. As they approached the outskirts of the Brecilian Forest, he stood there gripping his spear in one hand. The double-bladed spear with small carved runes spread throughout the hilts and shaft of the weapon shinned from the sun. Since he was carrying the eggs along his back, he walked with his spear in his hand. Hours before both Adra and Drakon made it to the forest, a few passing strangers were talking about a sighted dragon that had been roaming nearby. Drakon licked his lips as he turned to Adra. [color=#008E02]"Hopefully, that dragon is nearby. Potential Flemmoth was someone who can transform into a high dragon...so was said in the stories....No stopping now...."[/color]
Drakon turned back to face the forests. Taking one more pause, Drakon began to move forward.
They had to reach the witch of the wilds. They didn't have a lot to go off of. Drakon heard stories and really only had a hunch to know where she may be. A story by the Dalish elves. The woman is known as Flemeth or in the Dalish tongue Asha'bellanar. There were rumors of the transformation of dragons. Where there was a dragon, Flemeth followed. The last known location was Brecilian Forest. Drakon continued to seek answers through bards in passing, taverns. And everything lead to the same old stories he had heard. Flemeth, god, witch, mage. Each story was told drastically different but all had similar themes. All they had to do was track a dragon and maybe just maybe they might find the witch of the wilds.
The journey was tireless. The nights felt long, the sleep and fatigue ripped through Drakon's face. But it was worth it. This whole process was something Drakon had to do. Not for his family. Not for his father. But for himself. To prove to his father he was a capable person worthy to become a dragon knight. As they approached the outskirts of the Brecilian Forest, he stood there gripping his spear in one hand. The double-bladed spear with small carved runes spread throughout the hilts and shaft of the weapon shinned from the sun. Since he was carrying the eggs along his back, he walked with his spear in his hand. Hours before both Adra and Drakon made it to the forest, a few passing strangers were talking about a sighted dragon that had been roaming nearby. Drakon licked his lips as he turned to Adra. [color=#008E02]"Hopefully, that dragon is nearby. Potential Flemmoth was someone who can transform into a high dragon...so was said in the stories....No stopping now...."[/color]
Drakon turned back to face the forests. Taking one more pause, Drakon began to move forward.
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