Chapter 5. Betrothed

The sixth month of the year of the creator, 2,020.

(Two months before the blood moon) 

Asghavia, Volcaris.

The roar of a dragon pierced the moonlit evening sky as its powerful wings beat the air. The rider on its back dug its heels into the dragon's left flank causing it to screech and veer sharply to the left. Folding its large wings, it swooped downward, flying straight to the ground below.

The rider atop its back did not panic but confidently held on to the large horns protruding from the dragon's scaled back.

Just as it seemed like it was going to crash to the ground, it opened up its wings and sailed through the air, over the heads of the people of the city who didn't pay much mind to it as they had been used to the sight of dragons for over a millennium.

It flew over the street of Shayr, past its stalls, taverns, and brothels as it headed east, to the arena of dragons.

Beating its wings against the wind, it began its descent to th