On the edge of the Shayha Plains, nestled by the Vigchus Mountain range, was a respectable farm hold, ready for the spring plantings.  Among the hired hands all laboring with hoes and other equipment also worked the proud owner of the land.  A gentleman that stood a good six feet two and had a muscular profile.  The young farmer also fashioned shoulder length multi-toned light brown hair that was currently up in a ponytail, and deep hazel eyes.  His tanned skinned glistened with sweat as he bent over his laborious duties.  Hadrec wiped off the sweat on his forehead that threatened to drizzle down his face.  He’d been tending his fields all week.  Now that he was nearly finished hoeing and laying down seeds for spring, he would finally get some well-deserved rest –until he needed to tend and harvest his crops.

The past few years had been bad for the crops and the livestock.  Dry.  Barely any rain came throughout the year.  Then very little snow in the winter.  The last of the winter that swept the continent a few weeks ago was harsh; there were little to no snowfalls.  It was mostly windy and bone chilling cold.  When it did snow, however, it was a harsh blizzard, making everyone from miles around stay indoors.  Every one hoped the next year would be better, or else they would starve.

Leaning on his rake and looking to the sky, Hadrec saw a young, opalescent dragon soar around the day moon, Quinshu.  The shinning silver orb hung just over the faint shadow of the great mountain range just southwest of Hadrec’s land.  The dragon was a more magnificent site, filling Hadrec with awe and respect.  Its glittering scales shimmered in the light cast on it by the sun and the day moon.  Sparkling with great many colors and with graceful strokes, the dragon stretched its wings that spanned larger than the length of her body and beat them in the air, lifting her higher onto a warm thermal.

The agile and lithe figure let out a gracious, yet tired sounding, screech.  The sound was similar to a hawk, but louder and had much more pitch, as it was from a female dragon.

Hadrec smiled and watched her rise in the air to dive back down and skim the high treetops.  He smiled to himself.  “Hey there, Roseweed.” He said, talking mostly to himself.  He liked to think of this dragon as his neighbor, as she didn’t destroy his crops or harass his workers.  She was courteous and never seemed to come close to his lands if she couldn’t help it.  “Still waiting for that hatchling to crack through its egg?” he asked, knowing she couldn’t hear him from that distance, and would probably not answer him.  Unlike other dragons, those of the translucent or opal colors were known to only have one to three eggs, and most times, two were duds.  He hadn’t seen the dragon in months; she would have guarded her egg near starvation.  Which would explain her haggard and slim appearance. 

He also knew that really befriending a dragon, especially a wild one, was beyond his abilities.  He wasn’t a Dra’Sorrian, or Dragon Speaker in the common tongue; dragon riders who could talk and bond with dragons like they would with a soul mate.  Dragon Speakers; as well as the more militant Mystic Knights, could witness the many magical miracles that dragons could perform.  They also had a power of their own, matching the magical abilities of ‘their’ dragons.  Some say the Dragon Speaker magic’s were more powerful than most other magic users; even more powerful than sorcerer magic.  While there was some magic in his family, Hadrec hadn't inherited more than the lands he now cultivated.

The large dragon swooped down, and then halted as if she saw something that caught her attention.  Roseweed screeched again; this time it was a sound of distress.  As she repeated the cry, even louder, Hadrec frowned.  Something was wrong.  Not much could upset such a large creature.  Dropping the rake, he started running towards where she was circling.  Her hunting grounds were not far away; just outside his fields.  He had only to follow the dragon cries and the dragon herself, when he could make her out above through the sea of leaves.  Hadrec hadn’t any idea what he would do when he found the reason for her upset, but he hoped he could help in some way. 

He ran until he came to a clearing.  In it, were eight men; seeing that they were not the friendly looking types, with weapons in their hands, Hadrec hid behind a thick bush before anyone saw him.

Two of the men were carrying something.  Hadrec tried to look closer to see what it was but the bulky bodies of the men kept it hidden from his site—until they set their prize down.  Then he saw that it was a dragon egg.  A golden dragon egg.  It astounded Hadrec, never before had he heard of an Air Dragon laying an egg that was gold.

Above, Roseweed cried out and dived at the men.

The two men picked the egg up again and tried to run awkwardly as the rest of the men, who all had crossbows in their hands, started shooting at her.  One missed her, but two caught her at each wing, one other straight in the chest underneath a chest scale.  Two other arrows hit her in the stomach, where her scales were not as strong, especially after fasting.  She roared in pain and anguish, plummeting down to the earth.  She hit the ground with amazing force, making a hole almost her body width deep.  The ground shook and dust flew everywhere; a rock hitting a tree only feet from where Hadrec hid. 

With his heart racing frantically, Hadrec glanced up from his hiding place again.  His gaze found Roseweed; she was still alive, but barely.  He could see her chest rise and fall.  He waited until the men vanished into the woods before running towards the trench and sliding down to Roseweed’s side.

She was at least three or four times as big as a horse, but was only a few millennium old and only just fully matured.  She’d had her first mating the summer before.  Now her first egg was taken and she would never be able to see it.  It may even be destroyed, and never allowed to live.

Hadrec slowly crept closer to her head and stretched out his hand to her scaly neck.  He didn’t want to frighten her or cause her panic.  “It is okay, Roseweed.  I’m a friend.” He told her in a soothing voice.

Roseweed lifted her head.  She studied him for many long moments.  Pain swirled within her multi-colored eyes.  She tried to get up, but couldn’t.  A low whimper escaped her throat.  My… Child? Her deep voice echoed in Hadrec’s mind.

Hadrec jumped in surprise and almost fell over backward.  He hadn’t expected her to reply.  Her …voice… was rich and sweet, like a young woman’s but far more musical.  For a moment he couldn’t say anything.  He could only stare at the beast’s beautiful and enchanting eyes.  “It’s… it’s been stolen by those men.” He finally replied.

Roseweed closed her eyes and took a deep breath.  Must get it back before the protégé becomes too strong… You…? You are the one...  the father...  you can help.  She took another deep breath as the human gave her puzzled look.  Your city of Verderon...  you will be going to see the Twelve Sisters? She paused, waiting for him to slowly nod in a puzzled sort of way.  Love in such an unlikely way...  but I have seen it…you shall sire the One.  My child is Golden… the one who will… help…the One who is Destined for her.  Roseweed’s eyes closed and her breathing slowly became sluggish.

Hadrec shook his head in bewilderment.  She had spoken to him, and told him the one thing he wanted to hear.  That his desire to look for a wife in Verderon would be successful.  He knew about the sisters in Verderon.  The mayor was getting desperate to see his daughters wed to those they approved of, even if it was to commoners.  The father was even making an event out of it; to bolster the people’s spirit, he said. 

Yet unwed, Hadrec thought this was a good opportunity to try his luck.  “I don’t understand.” He said desperately.  “How can marrying someone and having a child of my own save your life and that of your child?”

Suddenly, Roseweed’s body glowed with the intensity of a summer sun.  Hadrec shielded his eyes from the blinding light.  Slowly, she seemed to dissolve into little balls of light.  They came together to make a small form and started to fade.  They faded until only a human girl, in rags, stood there.  Waist length hair the color of moonlight that glistened with the hints of other colors, went straight down her back.  She opened her eyes, which were still multi-colored, and smiled at Hadrec.  Her childish features were pale, but even with her light hair; she neither looked ill nor washed out.   “You don’t need to understand.” She said to him, her voice was startlingly adult; resembling her dragon voice, but much higher.  Her pale blond hair whipped around her small and fragile three foot five body in wisps.  “You must trust me.  My hatchling was clutched dormant; it is waiting.  It will be for many years, especially if it keeps in unpleasant company.  I don’t know why she was hatched now, when your child will have to grow...  but it appears to be part of some plan of the Stars.  So the golden dragon shall sleep and wait until your child is ready.  She is the only one who can save my hatchling, save me, and our world.  The Prophesy is bearing fruit.  You must swear you will do what I have told you.” She told him.

Hadrec nodded, tears of awe swelling in his eyes.  “I… I swear, Roseweed.” He told her, falling to his knees.

Roseweed nodded.  “Remember your oath, Hadrec.  For great disaster awaits if you do not.” She said as she turned to walk away; she had to get back to her lair to prepare, and she had a long walk ahead of her.

Hadrec knelt there, frozen.  He swallowed nervously.  Hesitantly, he got up on to his feet and started back to his cabin.

“Oh, and just so you know...” The childish voice called; startling him.

He turned to face Roseweed.

Her eyes were as sad as they were when she looked upon him in dragon form.  “I have also seen … I will come for her when the time is right.” She added, again turning and disappearing into the forest.

Hadrec drew a shaky breath and continued towards his home.

The streets were busy with chariots and horses coming and going for the festivities to come after each of the Twelve Sisters found a husband.  Crystal was the youngest, and it was decided that she would be the first to choose a suitor.  An event she would have preferred not to be a part of.  Though with her long and curly red-brown streaked hair; currently tucked away under a broad brimmed hat; and deep emerald eyes, she could have any man she wanted.  She wasn’t tall, but nor was she short; she had a well-proportioned and healthy figure and her skin was only slightly tanned with many endearing freckles. 

Crystal smirked to herself as she walked down the street.  Knowing her parents and her sisters, they would pressure her into marrying the first rich man that won; or the one with the most land and resources.  Even though she, and her sisters, had already turned down men just like that.  Her family was already wealthy, and Crystal would much rather live in the countryside, where dragons flew in the sky, voicing their existence in the wild.  Her passion was culture and more so nature, for she loved to garden; as well as a deep curiosity and admiration for the magical, winged beasts of Starza.  Her parents were proud descendants of the first Dragon Speakers, though neither had the magical gifts that others of their line inherited.

Nodding at a gentleman passing by, Crystal crossed the street and entered a small clothing store.

“Hello Miss.” The storekeeper greeted from across the store.  “Just let me finish with this lad and I’ll be right with you.” He added, gesturing towards a man who was trying on a couple of dress cloths and good trousers.

Crystal nodded absently and looked through a few selections of women’s fashions and fabrics.  The store was a square room with many types of clothing hanging on pegs on the walls and hanging on wooden racks positioned on the floor.  One half of the room held cloths for men while the other side was for women.  There were also many folds of fabric for those who wished to have something custom made, which was what most wealthy families did; though most wealthy citizens tried other stores.  Crystal enjoyed this one because of its simplicity and charm.  The proprietor was charming and helpful and the selection was very good, and sometimes exotic. 

The man and the storekeeper went into the back dressing room for a few minutes.  When they came out, Crystal saw that the light brown haired man wore dirty trousers and a soot-stained shirt.  She assumed that he was a farmer, which brought a smile to her lips.  Once she dreamed that one day she’d buy a farm of her own and live a peaceful life.

The men were talking about the event that had the whole town roused and celebrating.  “Now, Sir, let me give you a couple pointers,” the storekeeper was saying to the stranger as they went to the counter.  “I’ve heard that most’ta those twelve gals love money, coming from a wealthy family.” He shrugged before adding.  “Accept the generous Miss.  Crystal.  She’s a beauty too.  I’ve heard she’s a bit like a tomboy, you know.  Always getting her hands dirty so to speak.  You should try for her.  A nice farmer man like you may be jus’ ‘er type.”

The stranger nodded with a smile.  “I’ll remember that.” The man ran a nervous hand through his shoulder length hair.

The Shopkeeper continued while organizing a few garments into neatly folded piles, “There are three events that you must go through to prove yourself worthy, ‘cause their Pa loves bravado.  All have to do with fighting, if you believe that!” The storekeeper scoffed.  “Before that, though, all the suitors must present themselves in front of them and their father.  Words will be spoken.  And if you choose, when they announce you, you can speak a few words to the miss you’re aiming for.”

Hadrec shook his head.  “All this to get the ladies favor and the fathers consent.  It’s almost as bad as being betrothed as soon as you’re born.” He said in slight disgust.

The storekeeper just sighed with a shrug and put a few finishing touches on the suit.

Crystal didn’t say anything; apparently the shopkeeper hadn’t recognized her when she walked in.  Then, she wasn’t known to wear hats very often; she didn’t want too much attention on the streets on this day.  She picked up the dress fabric she was looking for and checked to see if it would do her justice.  Crystal enjoyed sewing and making her own dresses; which often became a trend in the rest of the city.  Then she went up to the counter.  She handed the storekeeper the stretch of fabric.  “I’ll take this whole length, please.” She turned to the stranger.  “So, you’re hoping to impress one of the Sisters?” she asked, not looking at the man.

He nodded.  He averted his eyes as a slight blush appeared. 

“That will be twenty gold pieces please.” The storekeeper said to the man.

“Twenty gold!” the man exclaimed, but brought out the needed gold.  He looked at the cloth as though hoping it would be needed for many occasions.  Fortunately he didn't splurge often at all, so he'd saved a good amount of his money over the years.

Crystal smiled.  “You seem to be one of the good gentlemen, and the cloths are sure to impress.” She looked up at him and gave him a smile.  She quickly paid for her fabric, took the bag the shopkeeper had put it in and started out the door.

“Thank you, Miss.” He stared into her soft blue eyes.  Hadrec smiled back at her.  “Do I know you? It feels like I’ve seen you before.” He said as he gathered his new clothing and followed her.

Crystal smiled and tilted her head, making her light red curls swing gracefully.  “I’m often seen in when the farmers come to market.  I love the smell of fresh foods.” she asked.  “Which sister are you hoping to impress and wed, sir?”

Hadrec sighed, while trying to subtle while admiring her beauty.  “Well… I’ve worked with some of the mayors lads at my farm and I've caught glimpses of Crystal since I started working at my dad’s farm.” He answered; he paused, still trying to place the woman in front of him in his memory.  Perhaps all that’s happened with the dragon has muddled his mind some.  “I've felt this sort of pull whenever I came to Verderon.  And when I heard their father was...  I knew I had to try.  Though I am not sure what I could offer her more than other men could.  I’m just a lowly farmer.”

Crystal smiled as they walked out the door and out onto the streets.  “Is that so? Well, I wish you good luck.” She said.   “But so far, I’d say your chances do look very good.  Even if you’re ‘just a farmer’.”

Hadrec gave her a puzzled look.  “How can you be so sure? I haven’t even properly met her and I don’t even know if I’d stand a chance.”

Crystal cleared her throat and smiled wily.  “Well… because I’m Crystal.  And I remember you.  My brothers also speak highly of you.” She told him, continuing to walk down the sidewalk.

Hadrec stopped dead in his tracks.  “You’re Crystal?” he asked, astonished. 

Crystal looked back without stopping and smiled.  “I am.  You are kind and handsome… but we shall see your other qualities, sir.  See you at the hall when the competition is being taken place.  Be ready to fight for me, sir.  I’ll be watching.” She told him with another sweet smile before she walked around a corner.

Hadrec smiled back as he watched her slowly walk away.  His heart leaped from his chest, which had been stirring the moment he’d looked at the redheaded woman.  He had been ashamed that he’d found her attractive even as he was hoping for the hand of another.  But it was her.  And she seemed to be everything he’d hoped for.  He just hoped that what his father had taught him was not all forgotten. 

Hadrec turned to cross the street towards the hotel he was staying in when he saw Roseweed.  She was in her childish body, standing on the opposite end of the street.  She was staring at him with a smug and knowing grin on her face.  A group of townspeople traveled between them and when it was clear, she was gone.  Clearing his throat, Hadrec continued to the hotel, hoping Roseweed’s appearance was an omen.

With a large stretch for her sore muscles, Crystal decided to take a break from her loom.  She groaned with relief as she stood; one hand against the flat of her back and the other atop her rounded stomach.  A kick against her hand was all that objected to her sudden movement.  Crystal chuckled breathlessly.  “Sorry pet.  Mommy needs to move-” Sighing, she moved through the house, “and now mommy needs to pee.”

After relieving her bladder, a quick look out the window told her it was nearing evening, so she moved to the kitchen.  She smiled and nodded at Nadia, wife to one of Hadrec’s farm helpers.  With her pregnancy nearing its end, the extra help in the house was welcome.  “Need help with supper?” Crystal asked cheerfully.

Nadia grinned while cleaning the vegetables.  “What’s got you in such a good mood?”

“The baby kicked again.” She answered with obvious happiness.

“Ah.  With a babe so active you’ll never lack for exercise.” Nadia laughed, laugh lines crinkling at the corners of her gray eyes.  “And by the looks of ye, that day will be coming soon.” She commented as she rested a knowing hand on the other woman’s belly.

Crystal also rubbed a hand over her belly affectionately.  “Until then, I’ll chop, you get everything else ready.”

Smiling indulgently, Nadia nodded and laid everything out for the expectant mother.  They chatted as they worked.  The older woman imparting last minute wisdom.

As Crystal was cutting the last of the vegetables she was beginning to feel uncomfortable.  Deciding to have a nap after everything was in the pot; she gathered the chopped ingredients and started towards the stove.  Before she got there, a sudden intense sensation went through her stomach.  The platter fell from her hands as she doubled over.  The next moment she felt a gush go down her leg.  Crystal heard Nadia’s shout of concern and felt Nadia’s arms led her to her bedroom.

Crystal was hours into labor when Hadrec was able to come to her side.  The midwife and her helpers were preparing the linens and implements for the birth, so he made sure he stayed out of the way.  He held his wife’s hand and rubbed her back when she needed it.  All the while fretting about Crystal and wondering how long giving birth really took.  The midwives were in no hurry, however, and had to continuously reassure the nervous husband. 

It was during the darkest part of the night when Hadrec was kicked out of the room.  Crystal’s contractions were becoming very close and the midwives seemed to deem it almost time.  When Crystal’s shouts and screams became too much for him, he even left the house.

It was a dark but clear night.  Seemed like all the stars had decided to come out and shine on the world.  As minutes past, he located all his favorite constellations.  A flicker of light caught his attention overhead.  When he looked, another flash of light streaked across the sky; then a brighter one.  And just as he heard his wife give a loud gut-wrenching shout, the top of the world was alight with streaks of fire.  When a bigger shooting star crossed the sky, he could hear the wail of his new born child.

It was a warm early spring day and the streets of Verderon were still busy.  It was a market day for any and all products made during the winter; to make room for the growing season.

Crystal and Hadrec had come from her parents’ villa for a grand late birthday party for their five year old daughter Trinity.  Their girl had played with her cousins and charmed her aunts and uncles.  Now they were perusing the stalls—their happy and hyper child wanting to spend her birthday money on something she picked out before they had to leave in the morning. 

Trinity dragged them to a shop at a corner that sold domestic animals.  The shopkeeper greeted them cheerfully but was busy with another family.  Hadrec followed behind as Crystal and Trinity went from pen to pen.  Somehow Trinity maneuvered them to the clinic part of the store and was aweing at the poor wounded animals.  The lady watching over them allowed Trinity to hold a bunny that had bandages on both its forelegs and hind legs and couldn’t walk for more than even a hop.  Sitting with the poor animal in her lap, Trinity soothed and petted it until Crystal told her that they had enough bunnies at the farm and it was time to look at the other animals.  Reluctantly, the five year old stood and put the bunny back into the pen where it paused before hopping happily to the other side of the enclosure. 

After making a full circuit of the shop, Trinity was drawn to the pen with rescued street cats.  The youngest being a small scraggly dark gray kitten with a silvery stripe down her spine all the way to the tip of her tail.  It went right up to the girl and meowed piteously and braced its fore paws on the pen wall.

“I want her mommy!” Trinity declared, grinning at the small kitten.  “I want to call her Moonbeam.” She said with a declaration only a five year old could pull off.

Crystal grinned, gently picking the kitten up ad putting it in her daughter’s arms.  “Then Moonbeam she’ll be.  Now hold her firmly but not too tight, love.” She said and took her daughter to the counter to pay for the lucky cat.  All so engrossed with the little girl’s enthusiasm that they didn’t notice the clinic help murmuring excitedly as they left.