"Do you have everything you need?" "Yes, mother..." Alan replied. "Change of clothes? Your sword? And don't forget your flute!" she persisted. He groaned at his mother's concern feeling slightly smothered, but knew it was of her best intentions. With a nod and a smile, he quickly wrapped into a hug with his mother. She held him tight holding back tears in her eyes from the lone fact of today; her son would be leaving. A series of sniffles erupted from her voice, "Now... you make me a proud mother, and show them what you're made of. Your father wanted to see you before you depart. He'll be at he stables with your ride." Alan let out a deep sigh as he refused to cry in front of his mother, he was becoming a man now. "I love you, mom.." he uttered as the embrace broke, and he broke into a sprint for the farm stables. As he ran past other houses in the field, the people waved him good-bye, wishing him well with smiles and praise. Alan was the first of any of his circumstance to apply for being a Burner. What gave him an edge to qualify was his father's rank, and the family's service for stabling the Burner's mounts. Now it'd be up to him to bring rise to his position, accepting whatever fate may come of him now than having to think of it later. Just as he completed his thoughts, he saw his father; hand cuffing his beard and the other to his side. Alan came to a stop just a foot away from his dad, a silence began to settle in as they stared into each other's amber eyes. He slowly began to nod, looking over his son. "So... this is it, huh, son?" he mumbled. Alan was prepared to say his good-byes to his mother, she had come to terms with him signing up. But his father rebelled in every way possible for this. But the day had come, he was leaving, and was unprepared to say good-bye to his father. Lost in thought, he father continued to speak and snagged his attention. "Listen, Alan..." he uttered. "We haven't seen eye to eye for the past month. But I just wanted you to know... I'm proud of you." he finished. Alan looked up at his father with a smile, his father giving one back. Breaking the following silence, a large copper dragon came walking from the stables with a saddle on its back. A bright smile slipped over Alan's face as he gazed up at the giant, his father chuckling as he looked over his son's face. "Dad! Asylia!? Really!?" chanted Alan, excited like a child in a candy store. His father nodded, "I figured this would be a good way for you to get you to the keep.... Plus, she wouldn't let allow you to leave without seeing her first." he stroked the back of his head. Alan approached, she lowered her muzzle to him with a purr. He laid his palm over her nostrils with a warm grin, grabbing hold of her horns and tugging himself in place on the saddle. "Just to let you know son, you're the only one who's showing up by a dragon." Alan paused for a moment to process what his father had said. "Why's that? Aren't there other dragons out there?" he asked. "Well, son... they were sending a carriage to pick you up with the other sign-ups. I just thought you should leave in style." Alan looked towards the horizon and chuckled, "Think they'll be jealous?" he asked. His father looked ahead and shrugged, "I'm damn sure, Alan." With a short laugh and a tug on the saddle, Alan and his ride took off into the sky. And uproar of applause and cheering cracked like thunder from below. The sounds of the world soon were muffled by the rush of wind grazing his ears as he lifted off with his practice dragon. Asylia had known Alan since birth, and was the first friend he made in life. It was only fair he travel to Haestrom on her wings and say his farewell to her there. As he looked back over his shoulder he saw as his previous life vanished beneath the clouds, and he entered the sky; his new home.