Pitter, patter, whoosh! The rain is fierce and the wind is whipping through your silver braids, tugging at the leather straps that secure you to Aragorn, your golden dragon's back. Below, the world is unfurling, emerald forests bleeding into the snow-capped mountains. Aragorn's scales shimmer as lightning crackles, lighting up the gray sky and making the dark clouds look like they momentarily glow.
See, Aragorn is no ordinary dragon… Years of patient training have forged a bond deeper than words. You can feel the shift in his powerful muscles as he flies through the sky, unfazed by the terrible weather. A throaty rumble resonates through your chest as Aragorn lets out a powerful roar. He must have seen something you missed… your elf ears are slow to pick up on things these days, after your last injury in battle. In the distance, a plume of dark smoke rises up – the unmistakable mark of Eragolus, your sworn enemy. You aren't just flying, you are hunting. Today, the sky belongs to you… and Eragolus better watch out.
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