[ IP ] Recon Mission

Aerilailos, that was the name of the great beast I was riding over the kingdom of Myrtlelisp. Power beyond imagination, unmatched grace, that is what a dragon is. That is what I am riding, a Detradas'Indalhi, a Great Winged One. 
 
 There had only been one other in the clan of Yinsalor who had been able to tame such a powerful and wild creature, the one who pulled the Three Grand Clans together to form the original kingdom of Myrtlelisp, Ordaloh the Great. Yet, here I am, clutching the ironhide reins and sitting on the leather saddle strapped to the heaving chest of the majestic being under me. A being worthy of a hero. 
 
 According to Elven legend, a Detradas'Indalhi could live for hundreds, or even thousands of years. They were the original inhabitants of the land, before even the dwarves or us elves. They knew the world before we even set foot in it. They made the past, they are here in the present, and they will be a part of the future. I just do n't know how I'll fit into that future. 
 
 My hair, long blown out of what is proper for someone with my status, would make my mind look more organized than a week old recruit's bunk. So many things flying around in my head, the war with Altmaire, how long it's been since... no... I, I ca n't... not now, not here. No, have to think of something else, something better, something happier... How me and him are doing together, if he would consider settling down with me after the war and start a family with me. No, I said family... I miss them so much... So much for being a legend, I could n't even defend my village from a bunch of bandits... If only I rode faster when I saw the smoke... If only I brought more arrows... If only I had n't... If only... If only... 
 
 I ran, as fast as I could, as far as I could, when I could n't hold them off. Maybe that's what I'm doing now, running away. I embrace the salty sting and lump growing in my throat as I start to sob. What a legend I am...
