The following months after my meeting with Tyrsatar I learnt the important
things about dragons, and we flew over the countries visiting other elves.
In some solitary areas we were really an attraction. I think I've seen more
from our world in this time than my parents ever had.
Then Tyrsatar told me that there would be a big dragon-meeting at Ythula Weyr, and we decided to make the journey over the big sea.
We started in the morning, and in the afternoon we leaved my world. Only water under us, we flew seeing no other beings for hours. In the evening a small island grew up in front us, a welcoming place to make rest.
There was a high mountain at the southern part with an inviting cave. We wanted to ask if we were allowed to stay the night here, but we came into a large dome with some galries behind the cave's entrance and didn't find any mark of any being living there.
Wondering about that fact we went deeper into the mountain, Tyrsatar on the bottom and I on higher ways. Suddenly we were surrounded from clouds with a very strange smell, so that I had to fight to fall not in sleep.
The fog dissolved soon, and I saw my dragon sleeping on the rough ground. A knight with a big sword was approaching to him, and the warrior's appearance didn't promise any good. There was no time to leave, but what could I do?
I took a stone and threw it in the knight's direction, but I only hit Tyrsatar's shoulder as I wasn't good in that. The warrior was already aiming the dragon's heart with his big sword when my third stone hit his neck.
He turned round, perceived me and stormed towards me. I prevented my dragon's death, but now I had to save myself.
Some feet behind me I discovered a deep hole in the ground. Spreading a grey cloth over it I recitated a spell so that it looked like the ground at first sight. Then I jumped over it and pulled my dagger.
The knight laughed seeing my resourcelessness, his eyes desirous of my blood. Swinging for a strike he collapsed into the hidden hole.
He fell from rock to rock and landed on the cave's bottom. As he was unconscious I had no difficulties to look for my elvenrope and tie him. But the next problem wasn't waiting.
Tyrsatar was sleeping and sleeping, and I didn't know how to wake him. Although the warrior tried to get rid of the fetters he had no success as nearly noone could break elvenmade ties. I received not any answer from him.
At the third day some little gnoms came into the cave. First I had fear they could be one mind with the warrior, but soon I recognized their kindly manner. Being suppressed by the knight for years they were relieved about his capture.
The gnoms began to brew a soup with an extraordinary terrible smell. Then that soup was poured into Tyrsatar's nostrils. He arised with a loud curse, and weeks after this event he still lamented he would loose that smell never.
It happens not often that someone saves a dragon's life, and our deep friendship became more profoundly in our hearts.
After some days flight we arrived at Ythula Weyr. There we were informed that we had captured one of the most famous dragonsliders. Having the choice between death or hard labour that warrior decided to live further. Once I heard he had to clean latrines and such things.
I got an honour place in the weyr. I've never thought to became famed in my young age.