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The air was dry. Far too dry. The hum of insects and the acrid smell of swamp water did not fill the air. Instead, the wind blew quietly through groves of lush green trees instead of sitting in a haze over muck and mire. Piercing rays of sunlight beamed through the clouds, a much different tone to the near perpetual darkness of Rashi'ik's homeland. Everything was new and strange, which kept the shaman on edge. Recalling the fateful day that a stranger from a far off land appeared in his village, his thoughts returned to home. From his ritual fire which burned lowly inside his wicker hut, to his collection of herbs and various dried ingredients which hung from the ceiling in organized rows for easy retrieval. Rashi'ik was sitting, eyes closed and meditating when he heard a stranger come stepping loudly into his dwelling.

"I've been expecting you," was his solemn reply and merely a few words passed between them before he gathered what few belongings he felt were worth keeping and headed out of his land, away from his people and into the unknown. He knew that his fate did not belong in the swamp, but he was waiting. Patiently waiting many a fortnight for the call of destiny to spirit him away to his true calling.

Now here he stood, silently gazing at the congregation of strangers who were talking, walking and quite frankly making too much noise for his taste. Gazing at their dress, he wondered how they were even able to move at all with all the clothing they wore. Bodices and leather armor, some even had even strapped boards to their arms and even worse, others were layered in thick sheets of metal. All he needed was his rough stitched leather pants and skull helm which adorned his face. The only weapon he carried was his trusted battle staff which was lashed to his back by a thin leather strap for easy retrieval, yet reliable security. His eyes flitted back and forth, observing and waiting patiently for something, anything to happen. If anything, he was beginning to question his choice to leave his swamp, for so far his voyage to the outside world had been uneventful and downright boring. The thought of Merrik lying about these so called "dragons" even flitted across his imagination once or twice.

Suddenly, a great black beast darted into the sky, releasing a fearsome jet of black fire upon the heavens. Upon seeing this, Rashi'ik immediately ripped his staff from his back and adopted a defensive stance, continuing to observe the situation. Up in the heavens, he could see a small figure sitting upon the back of the beast and any traces of doubt immediately vanished from his mind. The dragons were real after all, and perhaps he would soon ally with such awesome power. Just as he began to imagine himself soaring along the sky atop the wings of a dragon, the black dragon descended, and Merrik called out:

"The dragon are being released. Be brave, be strong. Be wise. For today, you become dragon tamers."

Shortly after, a conflagration of colors filled the sky as a horde of dragons was released into the air. After flying about for a bit, they began to descend on the arena where many different tamers were confronted with dragons of all different colors. Even after all the dragons had descended on each of the others, a single dragon soared above, observing intently at the near chaos which was erupting below. Rashi'ik could swear the beast was eyeing him as it flew wide circles, before gliding down a few steps in front of him. Rashi'ik never flinched, even as the dragon began to take heavy steps toward him. The olive tint of the dragon's skin reminded Rashi'ik of his homeland and even comforted him as the creature lumbered closer, bringing it's massive head only a few inches from his face as the two stared eye to eye for a few moments, silently judging each other. Rashi'ik took a step to the left, circling around the dragon which was met with an equal footing in kind. The two circled each other for a moment before stopping suddenly at which point he began to circle to the right which was also mirrored by the dragon. After a while of silently judging each other, Rashi'ik felt a presence begin to prod at his mind. He resisted strongly, which prompted the dragon's eyes to widen briefly, then slant as the presence tried even harder to penetrate Rashi'ik's defense. Holding firm to his defense, he even attempted to try and reach out against the force in futility, but in doing so caused the beast to move his head slowly to Rashi'ik, knocking him to the ground as he stared intently at this defiant human. Finally, Rashi'ik figured it was in his best interest to let the giant winged lizard have his way and a flood of emotion and memories rushed into his mind. Suddenly he knew much about this dragon, and he figured the dragon knew the same of him. Taking a moment to compose himself, he rested his hand on the dragon's snout as it's name suddenly flitted into existence over his consciousness.

Mandragor.

As the two began to pour over each other's experiences and memories, Rashi'ik relived some of the pain of his alienated youth, the pride of becoming a shaman and the awe of seeing Mandragor for the first time. He also began to feel a loneliness within Mandragor, although when he tried to pursue it further, the part of his mind became resistant and impenetrable as Mandragor bellowed a command into his mind.

"Well then shaman, let us see whether you are worthy of my time or if you shall make a tasty morsel! Strike me if you can!"

Mandragor bared his teeth at Rashi'ik as a tuft of smoke escaped his nostrils. The dragon suddenly rushed forward, snapping at Rashi'ik and he just barely jumped out of the way before Mandragor took a gaping bite out of the air where he once was.

"Quick! And smart! Perhaps I won't make a meal of you yet!" the words poured into Rashi'ik's mind in an almost laughing manner. The shaman steeled himself as he rushed forward, executing a ferocious swing towards the dragon's neck which was deftly dodged with a fluid motion by Mandragor. The two went back and forth, sparring for a few moments before the dragon spoke again:

"Alright, alright enough! I grow weary of this cat and mouse. Come, I have searched your mind and deemed you worthy Blood Born. I would be honored to make you my pet."

Rashi'ik cocked his head a bit in confusion, then sheathed his weapon and began to step towards Mandragor. "I will not suffer being your pet, dragon, but I do look forward to the days to come, Mandragor." he projected into his partners mind as they carried on together.

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