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Date Posted: 20:47:51 01/12/02 Sat
Author: Arwen
Subject: The newest hopeful canidate for a Dragon enters>>

She stood awkwardly, hard grey eyes looking around, slightly uneasy. She would feel better when she was among the Dragons, the wonderful chreatures whom helped her so. As she thought her past welled inside her head..

Arwen lay crying, she was young about six turns and was alone among the pastures where untamed Runners grazed. She remembered being dropped and a beautiful woman whom must be her mother touch her forehead with a pale palm Baby Arwen, take care, may the Dragons bless your young soul. and then Arwen was left a wisp of her mother's memory remaining, like the thread of a fast moving kite, moving out of your reach and into the clouds becoming forgotten in the mists of the azure sky. She looked to the Runners with startled grey eyes, her now hiccuping cries subsiding to whimpers. She yeared for the protection she felt with her mother, and the wild firelizards of the Beach near the hall she used to dwell in, but the hall was lost to her, she forgot the name, forgot all but now..
Arwen knelt in the emerald grass, and slowly drew a dragon with a forefinger, and rubbing a finger over it, caressing the sand as if it where her own dragon. She stood and smiled brightly at it, then moved toward the Runnerbeasts hoping beyond hope, and this sounded right in her six year old mind, to ask one for a ride to her mom. Ears pricked as she walked toward them saying Runners, runners run in my dreams..take me away.. It was a song she was sung so many times before, and it rushed through her mind.
The Runners' bolted, manes and tails like banners of mockery, teasing the child.
Then a shadow fell over her, she hadnt scared them...a larger chreature had..cloudy orbs tuned to the skies and a rare sight met a beaten heart. A group of feral dragons, flying as one. Arwen waved yelling Save me! when a greens head turned toward her, and it swooped followed by a deep bronze, and a gold. Arwen huddled in the jade grass, looking up at the slowly landing giants, wanting to run to them but scared. The gold stepped from the others and bent her head. She was not feral as Arwens mind had thought she belonged to a Weyrholder, but Arwen never heard the name, and she told the trembling child to come to her. Arwen trudged to the glinting gold and touched bright scales with a forefinger. A wing closed around her, and Arwen slumped...falling asleep...
Arwen awoke with an incredible start, and saw a Nurse standing over her wiping her forehead with a soft white cloth. Arwen trembled, and the Nurse smiled, "You'll be fine little girl, you'll be fine."
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Arwen was fifteen and sat on a stool next to an old grizzled Harper playing a flute, a tune of the Runnerbeast song. The Harper tapped his toe to the rhythm and when she finished he clapped his hands, "Bravo Arwen, nice job you'd make a fine Harper someday."
Arwen shook her head twisting her blue streaked mahogany hair between her fingers, "No, I wanna be a Rider."
The man laughed heartily, "A Rider, Arwen? You'll give up your talents for a Dragon?"
"Of course Harper, I will because they are me."
"Don't be silly your no a Dragon."
Arwen twiddled the flute between her fingers, "Sure, but I'm a good r-."
She stopped abrupty. She almost told her secret. About slipping out in the night. About slipping onto the Gold's neck ridges in the night. About the thrill of flight, and how the Gold had promised not to tell...
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Arwen slipped outside again, and slipped into the ajoining Weyr where the Gold rested. She greeted the brilliant chreature with a pat, "Can I ride today?"
The Gold answered by stretching and lowering her forelegs so Arwen could slip on. The flight was exhilerating, and neither Gold nor Arwen knew it would end bad..
As the two came in for a landing, a miscaculation caused the Gold to tear her soft leathery wing on a almost invisible tree branch. She screamed in pain and threw herself backward creeling. Arwen lost her grip and fell slamming into the ground...The world going red..then black...
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Arwen awoke with pain through her entire form. She sat up to find herself in the hospital room. She clenched her teeth trying to ignore the pain, mostly the pain in her wrist. She looked down to see a now blood drenched bandage around her wrist and several smaller oens around a gash in her neck, and a bandaid over a cheek. She slid out of the bed and cringed with pain, feeling her leg burn with pain.
She trudged out of the room, and was suddenly grabbed roughly by the shoulder. The Weyr holder stood anger clouding his face, his bronzes creelings outside showing his full anger. He shook her, "You fool!"
Awen felt hot tears in her stormy eyes, and she started to sob.
He roughly brushed the tears from her eyes, "You almost killed her you brat! She could have died!"
Arwen was led miserably to the Weyr wher the Gold lay, her Rider bandaging her wing. A Healer rubbed salve over the deep welts that covered her now pale hide.
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That night Arwen stole away running. She lived for eight years moving through diffrent Weyrs, acting as a server for the Riders, watching the Dragons in her spare time. Never setting her heart on loving one as she loved that Gold.

Arwen shook her head, that was the past, this was the present, and she knew her purpose was the become a Rider. As she turns to look out the window you see a gold flute in her pocket..

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