"Dragon Lord," he said with a bow, "I hate to disturb you, but a gift has arrived for you."
"From who?" she asked with a yawn.
"Jarl," he replied.
"Yes, really. Meet me out on the base when you're ready," he said as he closed the door behind him.
Dally sighed, got bathed and dressed, and went out onto the base. Timur led her to the incubator, where an egg had been placed in the incubator. Druid Kreiger held a parchment, which he
handed to her as she approached.
I wanted to give this to your sister, but she thought it was better suited for you. I have been wanting to give one of my dormant eggs to someone I felt was worthy, but until I met the
two of you I hadn't. Please raise and take care of this dragon as it deserves to be; as you raise and take care of all of your dragons; as if they were your own children. As it should be.
As we should all take care of one another.
I sincerely hope this world learns this lesson from you and your sister. You are special far beyond your gift to talk to and understand dragons. I hope some day you both realize that.
Thank you for your part in the events these last days. You and your sister are part of the Red Raiders.
Dally's eyes filled with tears as she looked up from the parchment and watched the Druids ignite the Flame of Life. She smiled at Druid Krieger, and walked back to her chamber in a daze.
When she opened her door, on her table was another gift. A book. On top of the book was another parchment.
I have three copies of this book. I've sent this one to you, and one to your sister, as a small token of my gratitude. Thanks to the two of you, and Bjorn as well, the Muspell can truly
live in peace without fear of reprisal from the Raiders. There is nothing in the universe to measure the worth of that peace, but I hope this book demonstrates at least a small amount
of what this means to me, to us. You are welcome to visit us at any time, and if you ever need us, just call.
Dally looked at the thick, leather-bound book. The title "Book of Legends" was written in gold script. She opened it carefully, and the page she opened to was titled "The Misty Mountains". She read the story about Ronin, a warrior dragon whose beloved rider was killed and prowled the Misty Mountains seeking an opponent to best him and send him to once again be with his lost rider. The only problem with this plan was that Ronin never backed down.
Neither did Dally.
She smiled. "Well, Ronin, maybe a death match isn't what you need. Perhaps, you just need a new purpose. As do I."