Hugh Came up over the hill, looking forever like the country bumpkin he was.
The new, stiff leather armor still needed a breaking in period, and his
sword and dirk would gleam if removed from their respective sheaths. The
only Items worn on Hugh were his boots and his bow. Even his Arrows bore new
Arrow heads. He smiled at the thought of going to the warren at Whiteriver.
Even though he knew it was a long shot, he was going to try to become
'joined'. His father Malcome the Fletcher had always revered the dragons and
their riders. Malcome had taught Hugh from the time he was old enough to see
that the Dragons were almost god-like, and their riders the chosen of
Heaven. When Malcome died a fortnight ago, Hugh vowed to attempt to pursue
his Dream of joining. Taking what money he had saved, along with what he
received for his father's shop and Equipment, Hugh struck off for  his
adventure. 

The Leather chaffed, and Hugh laughed. He knew he needed to find shelter
before the night came, and he began to search for a cavern or cave to sleep
in when he heard the howl on the wind...The telltale sound of the Wraith!!!!
Hugh went over the rise in front of him to the Wraiths feeding in frenzy on
huge Eggs! Dragon Eggs! 
"No!' muttered Hugh, as he knelt and pulled two flasks from his pack. The
merchant had told him the oil would burn hot and long. but the components
had to be carried separately. Hugh had followed his advisement's and kept
the containers separate and wrapped. Now he needed the special contents.
Placing them in a bowl, and striking his flint and steel, Hugh caught the
mixture on fire. Stepping from the hot bowl, Hugh dropped his pack and
strung his bow. His father had always been proud of his son's prowess with a
bow, and today Hugh could not be amiss. Taking the four large, special
Arrows from his quiver, Hugh checked the heads. Each was as large as a
torch. Hugh dipped the First Arrow into the firing mixture, lighting the
arrow. He aimed at the closest Wraith. His father had told him that the only
thing that could destroy a wraith was fire or Cold. He hoped this was
enough. Hugh aimed his arrow and fired.

The wraith was hungry.....Hungry....Dragon egg was soo goood! must have
AWWWWW! the wraith watched the flaming thing pass through it. The flaming
thing hurt. But did not kill. Must find the human who did this Feed on the
human....
Hugh readied his second arrow....The Wraith had noticed him..good..it was
leaving the eggs alone. Hugh aimed his second arrow in front of the wraith,
to stop it. He fired...
Human was going to be dinner!!!!!!!! No! more Flame!!!! Make the Human
Pay!!!!!!!!

Over head the Whiteriver Warren Patrol saw the flaming arrows. Closing to
investigate they saw Wraiths!!!!! and a lone human holding them off. 

Hugh Fletcher

nrpg

HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

:)

Troy

Name: Hugh Fletcher
Age 17
Wt 210
Ht 6' 2"
Green eyes, long black hair

Father and Mother deceased. 
Hugh is a Trained Weaponsmith and Fletcher. 
His one dream is to become joined as His father spoke so highly of The
Dragon Riders
Special Traits
Excellent hunter and Tracker,
Animal Empathy (mammals and Avians, not Dragons, picks up very surface
emotions from humans more like a strong intuition then any thing)
"And if the Music stops...We've only the sound of the rain,
All the hope and glory, all the sacrifice in vain,
and if Love remains, 
though everything is lost,
we will pay the Price,
And we will not count the cost."
Rush "Bravado"   Niel Peart, Ph.D.: Lyrics   
Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson: Music