The Dragon

Seth awoke with a start. It was dawn and the dew on the glass panes had frozen in the night and left little crystals that looked similar to veins of a wing. This gave the window a beautiful life like appearance. He breathed heavily as is he came to reality from what he assured himself was a dream. He got up shakily and walked over to his window, and peered out. As he looked through the frosty window of the log and timber farm hut, he found himself wiping his breath from the window which traveled from his mouth as a cloud of vapor and came to rest on the window as a circle of fog. The world outside his uncle's home seemed alien and foreign to him. The entire world had been engulfed and covered with glimmering sheets of white.

Although he was no stranger to snow and winter after seventeen years of life; the effect it had still astonished him. It was as if all the force and life of Mother Nature herself had been blunted and put on hold for the empty silence of snow and ice. The birds no longer perched in the green tree tops of the blooming forest just beyond the barn, the green grass no longer waived in the pasture on windy days, and the vibrant colors of all living things seemed to fade into pure white.

He surveyed the landscape for a short time more and then went about his morning tasks. His mind wandered as he got dressed and did the necessary mindless tasks that had to be done before breakfast. It was not long before his mind came back to the dream. "What was I dreaming about?" The question pounded in his head over and over again as he finished up his tasks. He felt nervous about it, as if it were a message whose soul purpose was to relay the most important of information that he could not understand. His stomach...

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...t totally understand. He learned that since birth he had been the subject of great want of both good and evil, and hat his parents had died to protect him. That the emperor knew the legends of him, and that he was to grow up to be the master of a dragon. And that it was his destiny to be a great leader, and bring down the empire.

As they approached his log hut they saw smoke. His home was on fire. He saw no sign of his uncle or Brom anywhere. When Saphira had landed Seth jumped from her back, and ran into his burning home. When he returned he had two bodies over his shoulders, and tears running down his face. He laid the bodies down and sobbed. Both Brom and His uncle were dead.

"What do you wish to do next," asked Saphira sympathizing with Seth.

He waited a while to reply, but the message was clear from the look on his face, "I want revenge," he said coldly.