Fɪɴᴅɪɴɢ Lᴏᴠᴇ

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I sat upon a powerful beast, one they called a dragon. My hand gently touched its neck and softly I rubbed it. The ground was strewn with ash and rocks from the great Keyuth volcano. Birds danced over it, picking into the ground in search of food. Wind played with my hair, sending ringlets bouncing a little.

Moving slightly until I was upright on the dragon's back I touched the center of his shoulders. I shut my eyes. Not out of fear, but for concentration. The young dragon and I were one, if I lost this connection we would fall. That would mean death for both of us. Our breathing was slow and even, our wings beating in rhythm to our lungs. Finally I opened my eyes and felt the connection with Cyrin's vision. The extra color, one of such sheen that it pains human eyes, glowed as I watched life below. Seeing body heat was always so confusing.

When the castle sat at the edge of our visionary field, we began to descend. It wasn't long and our talons brushed the ground. The connection broke and I fell off. Unlike the powerful dragon who had stood beneath me, I wasn't experienced in flight. Being fourteen might have made the difference in that relationship. Cyrin was almost three hundred, he had been in his egg for countless years. So wise and powerful, so talented. But I had been gifted him as I was the only child of Queen Alua and King Üló the Grand.

Anymore I love my dear companion, he fills my empty heart. He was the first one to make me feel love. Cyrin yearns for a young dragon lady named Eya. Due to our connection, I feel it too. It is so weird feeling love for someone I have never met. I feel empty because he is so full, sad because of his joy. I don't like it.

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When I awoke all I could find was my deep purple dress in my closet. There must have been something important going on today. I pulled the silk curtain away from my window and saw the sun barely touching the horizon. Outside the door there was a little knock, and I opened it. Try personal servant stepped in, bowing to me in proper greeting. "Hello Melina. Why is my dress the only cloth in my room?" I asked. I could hear my dragon flying up the side of the castle. At the sounds of his scales brushing against the roof Melina jumped a bit.

"The dear Queen Alua speaks of a visiting prince from Bronzehelm. She requests that the Princess Nyte and Knight Cyrin make an appearance. It is required that you wear a dress, proper attire is a must," Melina said. She stayed in her bowing position. Her brown hair flopped down in a lack of styling.

I groaned and sat on the windowsill. "What do you think Cy?" I asked up to my dragon. He simply spit of bit of fire out. "No Melina, I will not wear a dress today. I am a Rider and shall dress as one. Please, bring me a silk tunic and some black breeches. As well as my sword and necklace. Our bond must be present," My voice was impossible to ignore for two reasons. Cyrin had mixed his power into it, and I was the most powerful person in the castle with a dragon at my side. Some might argue with me, but they wouldn't argue with a slightly-bigger-than-horse-sized dragon that could burn them in seconds.

Melina exited the room with her eyes shut and turned left. She was headed toward my dressing room. It was a crime for her to disobey my mother, but death to disobey me. I doubted she would be punished. Cyrin flipped in the air and stuck his tail down. In my cut off breeches and cheap shirt I grabbed on. The powerful
Iimb pulled me up so I was sitting next to him. We conversed for a few minutes, watching the sunrise together.

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As the light touched the edges of the city I sighed. Melina chattered from below and hung a bag with my clothes in it on Cyrin's tail. I rubbed his chest and asked him to create a dressing room for me with his wings. We adjusted to the smaller area, but I was dressed quickly. The light blue silk of my shirt matched perfectly with the black of his scales, my pants being a dark gray came to a close match.

Finally, I began to listen to Melina. She talked of my mother's fury with my choice of clothing. A small giggle fell from my lips. Seeing my mother angry was amusing. My servant told me that the weapons master had my sword and Cyrin's tack. After a short series of thank you's and parting words I slung myself upon my dragon's back. He arched his neck and spiraled down the tower.

Speed alone made my eyes burn- forgetting to make the Connection to his really was a pain. Then we touched down in the Courtyard. We stepped forward as we made the Connection, walking toward the Weaponary. Our voice was powerful in asking for the Sword of Valor and the ceremonial dragon tack. It took only ten minutes to dress us well. Melina was already down polishing up the look.

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This was it. I was about to enter a throne room as a Nyte Rider Princess on her dragon. "Here we go Cy," My voice seems tiny as he moves forward, not making a sound. Our minds link and I can feel the humane side of me fade away like cockroaches in the light. That's a scary sight though, this was more- normal. With our linked minds we began conversing about this royal visitor.

'If he's from Bronzehelm I'm not worried, the royalty there is all red-headed, right? No way I'm putting us up with a ginger. Isn't the prince like thirty anyway?' I ask Cyrin.

'Thirty? I thought he was three. In fact, I know he is about five now. His parents tried to force me to hatch for them while the Duchess was pregnant. That kid isn't even a real prince," He points out.

'WHAT!? I spent all this time preparing to meet a five year old. Stop joking Cy. It isn't funny."

In seconds the doors opened and we stepped in. Our eyes were pure silver, and looked a bit scary on our human half. As a team, a couple, moreso as one, we moved forward until finally ending in a large opening between the King and Queen's thrones. Again the doors opened, this time we saw a five year old boy come in holding the hand of his mother. Our eyes narrowed. This isn't what we came for.

Our human half cursed and our dragon half stood. None of it was respectful, and the open ceiling of the summer throne room made a perfect opening for our escape. We flew out, above the kingdom, sharing thoughts. Spins, swirls, twirls, and spirals were constantly used for amusement. What were we but a solid leader.

Suddenly a glint of scales flashed in our eyes. We dove down, turning sharply until we found ourselves eye to eye with another dragon. On her back was a Rider- was it possible? There had only ever been one Rider at a time before. They even seemed about our age. In a flash we followed them, being equally as good.

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{{ A note to my confused readers. The main character is yet to reveal her name- she has only revealed her titles. She and Cyrin are Connected. This means that the day our protagonist was born, Cyrin hatched. Cyrin has the ability to force his mind into the main character's brain, and vice versa. Doing so they become one. Because of that they move together, speak together, feeling together, and think together. Love, hate, passion, sympathy- it all flows from one to the other. Even senses like touch, sight, taste, smell, and hearing are affected by the Connection. Feel free to post critique. }

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This unexplained pair in front of us kept twisting and banking hard rights, making it difficult to follow them anywhere. The dragon was a light shade of blue, and her Rider was wearing white. Cyrin and I thought as hard as we could through kingdoms with light blue shades. All we could think of was Oceancrest and Rushhiem, both of which had dark counter colors. Our mind went through other alliances too, and we finally came up with it. He was part of the Winter Watchers, a group of convicts who were set in the coldest environments.

We were dealing with a criminal pair right now, but all I could feel throbbing through Cyrin's head was love. I wanted to ask him why he was being so stupid, but then the man turned around and stopped with his dragon. Sliding to a quick stop, I finally got a nice shot of his head. They were both beautiful. Damn.

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I am going to transfer this to a new, more literate and well thought out thread. The link will be up soon.