Kilgion smiled as he looked out the window of his home. The village of drake was well hidden in the valley of a near by mountain. He had lived here his whole life and only recently was he allowed to go to the temple of the elders. When he got there they did a lot of tests on him and then told him to leave and wait for word of their decision on his career. He had only just turned 20. A week later he had been asked back and then shown to the path leading to the mountain. He was told to walk it and if he was worthy he would be chosen by a dragon to be its rider. He had been on the path for an hour and had seen nothing but he felt like he was being watched.