Found Dragon- Book 1

Two

Toros is in the picture

Atta picked up the hay bales in her claws, flying up and dumping the straw on the rooftop of the house.

"Thank you Atta" Joseph, Mareline's father praised. He began to thatch up the hole in the roof.

Toros flew out of the woods, a bundle of branches and logs in his silver claws. He placed them on the roof as well and then landed next to Atta.

"Break time" Mareline cheered, coming out of the house with a tray of drinks and honey cakes.

"Thank the King!" Joseph shouted, jumping down from the roof and grabbing a cup of juice.

Mareline went back into the house, skipping down the basement steps and bringing a barrel of Dragons Ale up with her. A drink made especially for the loyal beasts of the kingdom, she rolled the barrel outside before retrieving another for Atta.

Toros lifted the barrel in his claws, stabbing a hole in the top so he could access the tasty liquid inside.
Atta herself,pierced the barrel and began to scull the Ale.

After Mareline had cared for her and nursed her wounds, she had decided to stay with the family a little while. She flew into town with Joseph sometimes while Toros helped Mareline with the farm.

"Now Atta, I think we best be off to the markets!" The blonde exclaimed cheerfully, she began her walk down the dirt road, Atta stomping along behind her.

"Remember, fly above the markets and only pick the large things up that I cannot carry. Don't do anything foolish" Mareline explained strictly.

Atta nodded and took off, the wind blowing through her feathers with each stroke of her powerful wings.
When she spied the blonde head of Mareline enter the busy town square, she began to circle the city, keeping her keen eyes on the farm girl.

A scream broke the peaceful air of the market, two burly men were running towards the city gates with a young girl in their arms. They dodged, merchants, and guards, successfully escaping the town and continuing their escape on the backs of stolen horses

Not been able to take much more; Atta tucked her wings into her sides and dove towards the earth, spreading her wings in time to catch herself from a crash landing. She landed with an earth shaking 'Thump!' Right in front of the men.

She flared her wings out and bared her sharp teeth, the gap where one was missing made her seem more Intimidating to the men.
The horses skidded to a stop, the men flipping over their heads and landing right in front of the angry white beast.

The young girl, picked herself up in a hurry and ran to Atta, hiding behind one of her buff forelegs.
The men stood up from their tangled heap on the ground and turned to face the dragon, they visibly gulped. They had of course; been around dragons before, as they were a common residence in the country.
But this beast, covered in scars and missing one of her teeth, on her back was a torn up black, leather saddle with blood stains.

The guards eventually ran out of the town, the men hung their heads in shame as cuffs were placed over their wrists.
One of the guards gave Atta a curious look, she was still in her defensive stance. He soon noticed why, the young girl peeked out from behind one of her front legs.

"Come along, we'll find you're family" he said, holding out a hand. Atta lowered her wings and hid her teeth, she moved her leg and pushed the girls back with her nose, forcing her to move forwards.

The girl stumbled as she was pushed, but eventually went with the guard. Looking back once, to see the retreating back of the white dragon.

"Atta!" Mareline yelled, the girls attention moved to the blonde peasant, as she made her way towards Atta.

"You must leave, now! Find your rider! We'll meet again one day!" Mareline yelled, pushing against Atta's snout.

Of course she would have to leave now! Warrior dragons seen without a rider in most of the countries were classified as dangerous or mad. Therefore, they would be killed, or they would run. The guards hadn't seen her saddle, so they trusted her.

Atta nodded, she took off into the orange skies of sunset. Toros saw the silhouette of his friend flying away, he roared a goodbye to her, retrieving a louder roar back.