Author's Note: Welcome to my fanfiction! :) There are (at time of writing) two OCs planned for this story: Lied (Li-yed), and Jaegsír (Jay-eg-seer). This is the prologue of sorts, which is the reason as to its pitiful length. The rest will be longer, I promise. As always, I would love your thoughts on this and thanks for reading!

Grey waves crashed around the Talíta, lapping at her sea-worn sides and spraying her deck with a freezing mist of glittering droplets that soaked the ship. The water reflected in the light of dusk and made everything they reached shine.

Rain poured from the sky with a pounding intensity, the sound of the falling drops hitting the wooden deck a plunking din. The wet weather only added to the ocean mist; utterly drenching the ship.

The white vessel groaned creakily as it rocked to and fro on the tumultuous rhythm of the ocean and a thunderous growl could be heard rumbling from the belly of a beast.

This infernal weather has persisted for the last three days! How much longer can it last?

The voice, that of an irked female, was not audible. It was a thought that echoed, infused with irritability, through the mind of any that touched the speaker, announcing her displeasure to any that cared to listen.

A hulking shadow was present near the back of the Talíta, and long, ivory claws scraped the boards of the deck, the paws they were attached to were adorned with brilliant sapphire scales.

A comforting male voice answered her. You're being melodramatic. It's just rain; we're lucky it's not worse.

Bah. I'm not concerned about what might happen, I'm concerned about what's happening! Besides, you can hide below deck.

I thought you didn't mind rain.

I don't, but I've had my fill of it.

A sinuous, blue body emerged from the darkness, glinting icy blue eyes glaring through the dismal greyness. Leathery wings unfolded and stretched. A dragon, glorious and beautiful in her currently peaceful state, approached a small hatch in the floor, arching her snake-like neck so the tip of her muzzle could touch the door. She inhaled and withdrew her maw, sitting back to eye the hatch beadily, moisture glistening on her scales.

I can imagine. The man's voice sounded amused.

The dragon rumbled softly, her inner eyelid flickering amiably. Her affection for the man was clear and for awhile there was a companionable silence between them.

Then the male voice sighed and weariness consumed his tone. Rain or no rain, we have to get the eggs to safety.

The dragon shifted and her voice changed as well, becoming soothing. We are under the guidance of Glaedr and Umaroth. They will help us find a proper place. Surely the wisdom of a thousand years is enough to fulfill our quest.

Yet it is they who look to us as leaders. The male voice became testy. We can't let them down.

We won't. Together was can do anything. The blue dragon promised with a proud snap of her deadly jaws.

The time of the Riders will come again-

-and when they do-

-we will lead them.

A vicious determination filled the dragon's gaze and she roared into the clouds obstructing the sky, her white teeth, sharp as swords, gleaming bright. It was a cry of bonding, the seal of their promise with a bold display of confidence. Together, they would bring back the Riders.

Together, they could do anything.