"Are we ready to go?" Ysvelt asked as he looked over his shoulder to the
Weyrbowl of Ryslen. The sun made the mountainsides a deep orange. It was pretty,
but not as pretty as the sun reflecting on the whites and blues of IceLand. They
"I'm good!" Lityan shouted and crouched down to take as many wind when Nizryth
would take off. Chaltyk nodded and put on his sunglasses.
Ysvelt raised his arms to signal he was taking off and gave Myoth the ok signal.
The dragons flew up and hopped between mid-air.
The six of them resurfaced above a collection of trees. Unlike most of the trees
they'd seen back home, or even at Ryslen, these had thick, bright green leaves,
bordering on yellow even. Everywhere there was green. As far as they could see
there was forest.
"Is this really IceLand?" Lityan asked.
"It doesn't look like it." Chaltyk added.
"But I'm sure it is." Ysvelt added, "Our dragons wouldn't be wrong."
"Why did people ever leave here?" Lityan asked.
"It wasn't always like this here." Nizryth
"Can dragons look into the past too?" Chaltyk asked.
"No." Xersenyth said,
"But the others told us."
"The dragons and their riders that live here. They came
to protect the planet." Myoth said. The implications of his words
made everyone silent.
"Can you imagine dragonriders on IceLand?" Chaltyk said, noticing the irony of
"Doesn't seem possible." Ysvelt said.
"Why didn't they come forward to iceLand?" Lityan asked.
"Because dragons are bad omens." Xersenyth
"Because the people of IceLand wouldn't be able to
"Because they're still waiting."
"I want to talk to them." Chaltyk said, as usual taking the lead.
"I'll lead us there." Xersenyth offered.
The dragons of Syl'Neriss, as the dragonriders had dubbed the planet, or maybe
even taken from the old histories of the people of the planet itself, were all
stationed on an island just of the coast of the main continent. On the continent
was a village with farming grounds and cattle. Fishing boats could be seen on
"They can find food all year round." Lityan said.
"To support themselves and their protection."
"Neither of these settlements could live without the
other." Nizryth added, "This planet is still
"Danger?" Lityan asked with a trembling voice.
"From some black things." Myoth said,
"They're rather vague about it."
"They seem to be dragons too... or you can adopt them
anyways." Xersenyth said.
Landing on the grassy plains in front of the mountaind, the three riders were
welcomed by a friendly-looking woman with brown hair, blue eyes and a way of
walking that seemed like she was to be reckoned with. A strict mother hen who
was able to keep order among her chicks.
"Welcome to lantessama." She said, "My name is Maira. I heard you're from North."
"We came from Ryslen." Lityan nodded.
"Good. We've been urging searchriders to rescue some of you for years now."
"But some of us still die." Ysvelt mumbled.
Maira looked at him for a moment and then did the unthinkable. She hugged the
tall man, who was still young seen in the light of the average lantessaman
lifespan and said:
"We are not god. We can only do so much."
"They saved us." Chaltyk said.
"You have me now." Myoth added.
"Now. Let's get you three settled in." Maira continued as if nothing had
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