“Havencoast will no longer tolerate dragons here,” the Mayor announces firmly on the podium.
“Dragons must break their connections with their riders and are required to leave after their farewells.”
Everyone’s chattering subsides and I clench my fists, fighting the overwhelming urge to attack him.
“Anyone who disobeys the rule will be penalized. Are there any queries or complaints?” Though his voice is firm, it’s calm concurrently. This causes my exasperation to boil even more.
“May I?” a gentle voice comes beside me.
All attention is directed to a petite girl beside me, Milleara. Everyone assumes we’re sisters for our similar appearance, though we’re merely best friends. She has almond-shaped eyes with hazel eyes similar to mine; but the disparity between us is that she is more assertive.
The Mayor nods begrudgingly, impatience painted on his face, clearly wanting this meeting to be over with.
“Can riders leave with their dragons?” Milleara’s expression shows determination.
“No” is his simple reply.
I see Milleara bite her bottom lip and look downwards. Although her eyes are obscured, I know they hold murderous intent. I can relate with her. We dragon riders become one with our dragons after bonding with them; they become our other half.
However, this town is small and therefore grown-up dragons tend to commit accidents of destroying low-rise buildings, resulting to injuries and deaths.
The forest surrounding the town is full of vicious creatures, forbidding us to go out of the border of the town. The Mayor was quite fine about this; unfortunately, a dragon accidentally destroyed part of his house, killing his spouse. Thus, the new rule was put in place.
We scatter into our houses as the Mayor leaves, dismissing us. Storm is waiting for me in the backyard with her water coloured scales dancing under the sunlight.
“You heard everything,” I state.
‘Yes,’ she says. ‘One advantage: Less will be injured.’
“One disadvantage: I’ll never see you again.” I lean on the wall, unintentionally pressing a button. A holographic image appears—an image of me riding her while she flies, looking at each other with glee.
My eyes begin to well with tears. Not seeing each other forever is too much. My memories are filled with her. She’s my first friend. I can’t imagine how it’ll be like to be separated.
‘Eleora child, don’t be sad. I promise one day we’ll unite, and nothing will part us then.’ With that last statement, she flaps her wings and soars into the sky.
The first tear falls. Then come the others.529Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHUaVtqMPrR
