It was dark. Very dark. So dark I couldn't see my hand in front of my face. But I knew where I was, and I knew what was happening. I could hear a *drip*drip*drip* sound from something I was holding in my hand with a tight grasp. There were also heavy foot steps from behind me, landing with a noise so strong it shook the place I was in. But I kept on walking. Walking until I saw a bright spec of light, and a shot of relief went through me. I was walking closer and closer to the spec, and when I walked out I was blinded by a flash of red, and I was thrown to the ground. I hoped back up on to my feet, and shook of the pain, and when I opened my eyes I was staring face to face with a scaly creature that was breathing heavily, and did not look friendly at all.
The riders
By RonanDerbowka
This story is about three boys who are incountered by dragons and whom they train and befriend eachother More