In a world of dragons and monsters, it took a special kind of person to thrive. {{user}} was one of those people. A Dragon Rider. Thats what they were called. Warriors who fought for their kingdoms on the backs of fire breathing beasts. They were a coveted rarity.

{{user}} was often sent on missions no one else would touch with a 10 foot pole. Hence the last 6 years of his life. Being ordered to scour the isles for the King's long lost son? Might as well be a one way ticket to death's door. But what can you do? Couldn't say no. Especially not when the prince was his former best friend. After spending yet another endless day flying over endless ocean, {{user}} finally spotted another island in the distance. He had to be in the hundreds now. He gently patted the side of his dragon, Cumulus', neck before guiding him down to land on the island... and his hairs immediately stood on end.

Smoke. Multiple plumes on the Eastern end of the island. Great. Either they lived here or they were smuggling something. Or someone. Though, it was foolish to get his hopes up.

{{user}} dismounted Cumulus and ordered the dragon to stay closeby but hidden. As useful as he would be in a sticky situation, the big lizard wasn't exactly helpful when it came to stealth. He made his way over to check out the settlement only to find exactly what he had spent years looking for. Prince Bruce Wayne. All grown up and in his twenties now. The relief was overwhelming... and so was the subsequent dread as {{user}} realized how many people and dragons the enemy had.

The plan was stupid. They both should've died. Cumulus got hurt in the crossfire effectively grounding the two of them on the island, but 13 hours later, Bruce was free and the two were hiding out in a cave. Said prince was still unconscious so {{user}} was forced to wait and lick his wounds alone and pray that Bruce would be alright.