[Remieth]

Another gout of flame on the sand.  She watched intently around her nesting 
place.  Nearby, she could see Yavash and Fengor patrolling.  She was not a 
queen, but the 4 eggs nestled in the sand still made her worth protecting, 
and the males were intent on doing so... especially now that humans had come.

Oh, there had been the humans in the land when she and the others had 
chosen to venture into the strange land.  They had been as tasty as the 
occasional human that she had had in her first home.  But, these humans in 
the new land had not had any twisted, traitorous dragons on their side.

It had been as it should be-- dragons rules the skies and the humans and 
their animals served as food.

But now the traitor dragons had come.

Yavash had wanted to destroy them, but he was young and foolish.  He did 
not know the destruction a traitor dragon could wreak.  So, they had stayed 
away from the newly arrived dragon-human habitations.

First, there were the man-ones.  They had acted differently than most 
traitor dragons, and had caused at least as much destruction against the 
humans of this land as the true dragons had done, perhaps more. Even now, 
she could see the smoke rising from one of the human places.

But, now there were the others.  "Warren dragons," they called themselves 
in their haughty way.  And now there were three types of dragons in this 
new land-- the true dragons, the half-wilds and the warren traitor dragons.

Fengor trumpetted and she looked up, prepared to launch herself to the sky 
to defend her small clutch.

<Are you a true dragon or a traitor?> Fengor demanded.

<Traitor?> the strange female asked.

<A "warren dragon"-- are you one of those who enslave themselves to the humans.>

<What if I am?>

<Then you are not welcomed here.  Now leave us in peace and we will leave 
you in peace.>

<Did you burn the human village nearby?> the stranger asked.

<What?  And waste good meat?> Yavash said haughtily.  <No, that was the 
other traitor dragons.  The ones who came before you "warren dragons.">

<Do you know where they are?>

<Of course we do,> Fengor answered.  <But, we're not telling you.  Now go 
away.  We grow tired of your presence.>

The female sent the dragon equivalent of a shrug and left.  Fengor turned 
and settled down near Remieth.

<I don't think she saw you,> he assured her.

She sighed.  <I don't think so.>

The sat silent for a moment.

<I have a confession to make,> Fengor said.

<What is that?> she asked with concern.

<I talked to one of the half-wilds the other day.  I did get some important 
information.>

<Which was?>

<The half-wild riders are wanting to take eggs.  They are gathering humans 
to enslave the hatchlings to.  I worry for your eggs, and all the others 
here in this new land.>

She was disturbed, too, but cuddled closer to the sire of her 
hatchlings-to-be.  <You and Yavash and the others will watch.  None of my 
children will ever be slaves.>

Fengor shivered.  <I truly hope not.>

Respectfully submitted,
 Lynette R. F. Cowper
  Writing for the wild dragons:
  Remieth, Fengor and Yavash

NRPG: Just thought an explanation of Novara's dragons was in order, though 
I'm disappointed that everyone ignored such a blatantly dangling thread.

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