When Ligh'tregan woke up the next morning, he had a sharp pain in his hand. He looked down at it. There, where he had first stroked Goldera, was a green line. He tried using magic through it and it was easier. He was a true rider.
“Glad you’re awake early!” said Rogan sarcastically.
“Why do you say it like so?” asked Ligh’tregan.
“P.M or A.M?”
“Aye! Now get brunch and get going to the battle warden!”
A few days later, he was celebrating his 14th birthday and he went back to slakington to celebrate it well. But he ended up ruining it. It had been burnt down and everyone killed. Everyone apart from max. Max was standing there, quivering. His head was limp and the purple locks were hanging down. His hammer nailed someone’s head to the floor and his sword through another’s chest, which was the one who had a jar of lava in his hands. “How did you do this max?” He asked.
“Go away!” screamed max, pushing his force field out to send Ligh’tregan flying. He unsheathed haj’jok and punctured the force field, walked over to Max and asked him, “How did you kill all these people and rescue yourself?”
“Used magic.” He replied, “We’re elves!”
chapter 4: The Dragon Lord chap4