As they got closer toward the intended destination, their path navigated completely by instinct Corvo had assumed, the emerald-colored dragon Madremonte had came to an abrupt stop.
"Is there something wrong?" Corvo inquired, worry of the unknown an all too familiar feeling.
Rather than tell him however, she showed. Before he knew it, his vision had suddenly darkened and he immediately panicked before his sight had returned, but not the least of what expected. Everything around him was being seen sharper, making out small details from vast distances away that the normal eye couldn't pick up, and everything had a greenish hue to it.
'Shhh,' soothed the dragon as she hovered and observed. 'You're seeing the world through my eyes... There. Do you also see it?'
It took Corvo awhile to notice what had locked her gaze but soon he noticed it. There without a doubt, in the far off distance, were the ruins of the Dragon Citadel! "Wow! I gotta say Madremonte, I never expected things to go this smoothly. I half-expected this epic journey to be hindered by some evil monsters hell-bent on killing both of us!"
Madremonte was silent for a couple of minutes before replying, 'That.....could still happen.'
Corvo sighed as his shoulders shrunk. "Please elaborate?"
'There are... malevolent creatures who'd rather see us meet an untimely end than successfully reach the Citadel... We'll need to be on alert.'
Madremonte then tilted her attention to something else downward and Corvo immediately spoke as he registered the small fishing port. "Dargon's Landing? I heard of this place. It used to be big and grand, bursting through the seams with life back in it's heyday. Now it's just a shell. What about that place caught your attention?"
'We're not alone, it seems,' the dragon replied. Without warning, she broke away from her floating state and shot through the clouds before Corvo could respond, his normal vision returning to him as he gripped tightly to her scales.
What did she mean that they were not alone? Were they going to be rushing into battle already?
Corvo nervously eyed the spear-like staff strapped to his back. He and Madremonte didn't have time to go over any combat spells of any sort before leaving, if he was going into a fight he'd be as green as green can be.
Suddenly, Madremonte pulled a sharp turn completely downward, their descent accelerating at such an alarming rate that it caused the boy to yell, well, more like scream as he clung for his life. As she broke free through the clouds and closer towards the Earth Corvo couldn't bare to keep his eyes open any longer. So when the sound of rushing wind and blood rushing towards the brain began to quiet down and all was completely silent, he naturally assumed he was in the heavens as a result of a catastrophic and tragic crash.
'You can open your eyes now, young cub,' Madremonte's voice echoed in his mind. Corvo slowly cracked an eyelid then another as he shakily took in his surroundings. They were safely back on solid ground, much to his relief, but his eyes widened at the sudden new discoveries in front of them.
There before them were three strangers, but it wasn't them that caught his eye, but the three creatures behind them instead. He warily took their appearance in but sensed no hostility, malevolent intent. These were..... Friends?
'They certainly aren't foe if they haven't attacked us yet,' spoke Madremonte as she read his thoughts. 'Quickly, hop off and introduce yourself. These could very well be your fellow Riders.'
Hesitantly, Corvo shakily climbed down, readjusting the staff on his back as he approached the group. He was never much of a people person, and the changing of roles from normal peasant to Dragon Rider hadn't changed that. Taking a deep breath, he stopped a few paces from them and waved in an awkward way, as if the gesture was alien to him. "Um, hi-hi there," he shuffled his feet as he searched for the words to make his introduction go as smoothly as possible. "...Name's Corvo. Corvo Zellas." He hastily shot his hand out for a handshake. He suddenly realized how childish he may have looked. These fellows looked well into their twenties and here he was, a scrawny seventeen-year-old teenager appearing from out of nowhere but apparently a Rider like themselves. "Um..... Nice dragons you got there! I, um, got a pretty sweet one myself, though you probably already figured that out when you saw me swooping down!"
'Young cub,' Madremonte chimed in, 'Just relax honey.'