Dragon Rider (Dragon Rider 1)

“These are brownies,” said Firedrake. “You must have heard of them, too.”

The she-dragon frowned. “The stories say they let us down when we most needed their help.”

“What?” cried Burr-Burr-Chan indignantly. “We never —”

Firedrake looked at him and shook his head. “Don’t upset yourself,” he said. “There’ll be time for explanations later.”

“Where are the others?” asked Ben, stepping out of Firedrake’s shadow.

The she-dragon retreated in surprise. “The dragon rider,” she whispered. “The dragon rider is back!”

Ben bowed his head shyly.

“You ask where the others are?” The she-dragon bent over him until the tip of her muzzle almost touched his nose. “They’re here. Look around you.”

Baffled, Ben looked past her. “Where?”

“There,” replied the she-dragon, nodding toward the cave behind him.

Sorrel whistled. “Yes,” she whispered. “She’s right. There they are.” She climbed up on one of the mounds of rock that looked like crested dragon backs and patted the scaly stone. For once, she was speechless. Firedrake and the others looked up at her incredulously.

Ben put out his hand and touched the gray rock tails and bowed necks of the dragons. The she-dragon came up behind him.

“There were twenty-three of us,” she said, “but I am the only one left. Maia the Reckless, they always called me. Moonstruck Maia.” She shook her head sadly.

Firedrake turned to her. “What happened?”

“They didn’t go out anymore,” replied Maia in a low voice. “They stopped flying in the moonlight. And very slowly, they changed. I warned them. I said forgetting the moon is more dangerous than the golden dragon. But they wouldn’t listen to me. They became tired, sluggish, bad-tempered. They laughed at me when I went out in the moonlight or flew over the lake on nights when the moon was full. They were forever repeating the old tale of the golden dragon who would destroy us all if we didn’t hide from him. ‘Careful,’ they used to say when I wanted to go out, ‘he’s out there. He’s lying in wait for us.’ But he never was. I told them so. ‘Remember,’ I said, ‘remember there’s another story, the tale of the dragon rider who will come back on the day when silver is worth more than gold, and with his aid we’ll defeat the golden dragon.’ But they only shook their heads and said the dragon rider was dead and gone and would never return.” She looked at Ben. “I was right, though. The dragon rider has come back.”

“Perhaps,” said Firedrake, looking at the dragons now turned to stone. “But someone else is back, too. Nettlebrand is here as well. Nettlebrand the golden dragon.”

“He followed us,” added Sorrel. “He’s down there in the lake.”

Horrified, Maia looked at them. “The golden dragon?” she asked blankly. “So he really exists? And he’s here?”

“He’s been here often enough,” said Burr-Burr-Chan. “But he never found the way into this cave, and he won’t find it now, either.”

Firedrake nodded. “Nonetheless, we brought him here. I’m sorry.” He bowed his head. “I was so anxious to find this place that, without meaning to, I have led Nettlebrand to your door. But I won’t hide from him any longer. I will —”

“You’ll do what?” asked Maia. A shudder ran over her scales.

“I will fight him,” replied Firedrake. “I’ll chase him away from here. I will hunt him. I’ll rid you of him forever, for I am tired of hiding.”

Ben and the two brownies looked at one another in alarm.

“Fight him?” Maia looked at Firedrake. “I’ve wanted to do that a hundred times — a thousand times — when the others told me how he hunted them. The dragon-eater, protected by his golden skin, armed with a thousand ravenous teeth. Is he as terrible as they said?”

“They weren’t exactly exaggerating,” growled Sorrel.

Firedrake nodded. “Yes, he is terrible indeed, but I will fight him.”

“Yes,” murmured Maia. She fell silent again, looking around at the cave that was suddenly so bright once more. “I’ll help you,” she said. “Together, perhaps we can do it. That’s what I always told the others: United we’re stronger than he is. But they were too frightened to try.” Sadly she shook her head. “See what fear does to you.” She pointed with her head to the petrified dragons. “See how they cower there, motionless and lifeless. I don’t want to end up like that. You know what I think?” She came close to Firedrake. “I think you were meant to bring him here. It was bound to be so, and the two of us will overcome him. Just as the old stories say: When the dragon rider returns, silver will be worth more than gold.”

“Just the two of you? Oh, wonderful!” Insulted, Sorrel wrinkled her nose. “Don’t you think you could use a bit of help with all this fighting?”

“Er … they didn’t count me in, either,” said Ben.

“Don’t be silly — we can do with all the help we can get,” said Firedrake, nuzzling Sorrel in her furry stomach.