The Lone Walk

== Prologue ==
=== I've finished chapters one and two. Possibly 3. I need to the end of the summer to add them. === 
It was a dark night, colder than Olwen thought it would be. 
Of course it didn’t bother him because he was born in the weather, or so he was told.  It was snowing at the time and it gave the impression that nothing bad was happening. As  He walked for a few minutes thinking of why he was doing this, why he had to be walking away from a nice warm home. As he was Walking away from home, couldn’t he just fly… well, if he had wings for that fact, but in that exact moment he heard someone yell his name:
         “OLWEN!” 
        In almost an instant He remembered why he didn’t want to be spotted—. In fact, he couldn't risk being noticed. He didn’t want them to see him fleeing through the sky like an obvious dot in the sky. He knew, like that, he would be caught that way and his efforts would be for nothing and all will be in vain. 
         This has to be done, Olwen thought. There is no turning back. The cold air was sharp, sometimes it felt like it was as sharp as knives. But he didn't turn back, he couldn't turn back. He had a desire to go back home. But he knew he couldn't, so through the dark and snowy night, he walked forward with sheer determination.
= Chapter 1 =
A few hours earlier…
His parents were arguing again, about Olwen’s future. He had become sick and tired of it, but he knew it was right… he hadn't chosen yet and his time for him to chose his fate was drawing near..
         Mother wants me to be a scholar so I can write for my career, so I could perhaps become a great poet… but father wants me to be a guardian, where I sit around all day protecting a jem or something stupid. But I also get benefits from it, especially religious ones… but Can’t I just make my own choice? he thought, looking about the room, he kept glancing at his parents anxious. But the sudden feeling of forgetting something came again. Tanwen was hiding again as he knew.
        “Where is he?” Olwen muttered to himself passing by torch after torch.
         Olwen looked for a while as his parents argued ,he looked all over walking past servants and past other relatives that meant nothing  to himself, and he eventually found Tanwen under the stone slabs they used as beds. Olwen remembered the last time Tanwen interrupted during one of the  arguments; Tanwen had interrupted for an answer and Olwen had heard him yelp in pain as our parents tackled him.
         “Not again,” Olwen said. The fire was flickering as he walked in he noticed that Tanwen might be hiding from him. Why is he hiding again? It’s been a week since the incident, Olwen wondered. 
        “Hey, Tanwen,” he asked softly, “why are you hiding again?” 
         Tanwen didn’t reply, so Olwen looked back under the stone slab, thinking worriedly. Why does he look so anxious? Is he ok? Olwen tried to coax him out from under the bed but it was no use. “I’ll be back later,” he said after exhaling sharply. 
         Olwen was walking back to the dining room where it sounded like his parents had stopped arguing. He tried to keep his talons from making any sounds on the cool rock below him. 
         Almost there. Curiosity popped like a bubble within him, and his ears pricked. What happened at the end of the argument? Who stopped it? 
         Olwen was trying to think about what he would become if he chose to be scholar or a guardian, he felt that both would have his brother forced into his shadow. Olwen didn’t want that to happen to Tanwen. As Olwen was getting near the dining room he heard his parents whispering, and straining his ears he tried to hear what they said. 
         “So is that what they want for him?” Asked his father.
         “Yes,” his mother said, “this way he can be…” 
         Olwen didn’t hear the end of it because his father cut in and said “he’s not safe anymore, we have to get him somewhere safe,”  Olwen turned and ran. Not knowing how he was in danger but then his fear took hold of him and he didn’t look back.
         Olwen was running so fast he didn’t think of what he passed, so he bolted past Tanwen and heard him yell. 
         “STOP!” He shouted at his sprinting brother. 
         Olwen didn’t slow down to listen. 
         He was running through the halls passing other families and sometimes servants, some didn’t even look towards him, but others, as he passed them, he felt their gaze on him. Their gazes felt hot as he glared at a window far down the hall. Regardless, he kept running until the window  that had seemed so far away was in front of him. He threw it open and he didn’t even turn back to see if Tanwen was catching up.
         “Wait! You don’t understand!” He yelled after him. Olwen looked hard at the window and jumped, not really sure why he was doing it.
         I’m falling, why did I jump out of the window? It's almost li- at this point he hit a thick layer of snow, bouncing off a tree, and then, hearing a roar, his mind shouted, I need to start running.
         “OLWEN!” 
         I don’t want to get caught… what do they want from me? 
         Something caught his eye, was it movement? 
         Snow was falling off the tree he had hit and softly wafting from the sky, a slight breeze ruffling his face, sending a chill through him and he wondered. What’s over there? 
        “Hello? Is anyone there?” 
        Olwen listened for a moment as the tree settled. Olwen cautiously backed away from the tree; and when didn’t hear any more noise- SNAP. It was from the same tree… he looked closer and he saw a curious critter- a human! 
         Why are you out here? Instead inside your little home? As the human tried to proceed into a bow, “Olwen!” 
         Tanwen’s voice was closer now. I need to get to the mountains.  
I’m almost there, only a few more miles! I’m so close, I need to see Gila. She has to have the answer, right? She can only give answers. 
Olwen hadn’t heard his brother's voice in a few hours. 
I need to keep it that way, I don’t want to figure out what mother and father want from me. He heard a branch snap. Have they found me? What’s going to happen?! 
Olwen went to the broken branch and there was the same human as before, and he stared at it confused. 
How... what.. why? What was he still doing here? And why was he following me?! There are no villages within miles towards the mountains!
“Why are you following me?” He nearly barked at him. It mumbled something and looked up at him and to his surprise, it answered.
“My name is Champo.” He spoke Dragon?
Olwen stared at him, confused. 
Am I supposed to know him? I doubt it. I finished with these lessons less than a year ago. He is looking at him as if Olwen was supposed to know him. His face changed from excited to disappointed real quick as Olwen again gave him a confused look. 
Champo looked as he was ready to storm off because of it. 
“Wait, I don't want to be alone!” Champo looked at him with sympathy, and stopped to think. 
If he wants to leave he can leave, I won’t stop him, Champo looked up at him kindly and said, “Ok. I’ll come with you. Just one thing…”
“What is it you need?” Olwen said
“Can I get a ride? My feet hurt.”
It was a few hours of walking, at least he wasn’t alone. Champo was gleefully singing. 
He’s hiding something. What is it? 
At that moment he heard a loud roar of western dragon trumpets. 
Why would any dragons, especially western dragons, be here!? 
Olwen dove into the thick layer of snow and made Champo let out a yelp in shock, and then I saw about thirty western dragons and ten beautiful, ribbony eastern dragons. But among the eastern dragons was a dragon that stood out- Tanwen?
What!? Why? There was a sudden urge to run and ask him what was happening but Olwen knew that if he did, both he and his friend would be caught, and presented before the  leader of the western dragons- the bejeweled Daenerys, the violent dragon that was keeping them all in line. 
Why, why is Tanwen here?! Did he follow my footprints? This doesn’t make any sense.
After a few moments of waiting, a shout from Tanwen rang out.
“Go and search for him!”
“Quick, get down,” Champo said, just as all the many dragons, to Olwen an army, flew overhead.
It had been an entire hour when all the wingbeats started to fade, and Champo was shivering at a worrying rate now. 
I think I can go now. Olwen stood up and looked around. Tanwen must be up ahead, there’s no way that he’ll stop. He never gives up. So he mused, as he walked with extreme caution. Champo pointed up ahead. 
I don’t like this, which way is the mountains? 
A moment later as Champo was stretching, everything seemingly calm, a tree branch snapped, throwing Olwen into a panic. He ran as fast as he could and Champo held on to his tail with frozen fingers, making little screams as Olwen dodged and darted through the forest, eyes wide with fear.
Who’s chasing us? Olwen took a moment to look back to see their attacker,  and he nearly hit a tree as he saw her, his worst nightmare…
The bejeweled dragoness, the Queen Daenerys.
What?! How did she see me! I was so-, 
“Well,” she said in a voice that could freeze fire, “aren’t you going to say something?” Her beautifully blue eyes drifted down. “Ahem. It’s not very professional to let your tail drag. Curl your tail up… you’re getting it all snowy.” She gently hissed. “I should have expected this from an ignorant young eastern.”
Why is she being so… nice? And bossy?
“Why are you trying to correct me? Aren’t you going to catch me and drag me back? I can’t go back, ever, please, I just cannot go back there!” The words spilled out, and her eyes sparkled.
“You’re being so paranoid, boy. Catch your breath, stop asking me questions, and act like you’re in the presence of a queen.” She let out a sharp note that pierced the sky, ringing in his ears. It was neither beautiful nor terrible.
Wait… why did she do that?
He looked around him in panic, seeing big, angry shapes materializing out of the forest and snow. He started to breathe fast, taking one step back as she stood at her full height. He could have sworn he felt his tail tip brush scales. 
There’s more of them… a green and red one on either side of me. I have to run! There’s no doubt that there is another one behind me!
“Look, I don’t want anything to do with you! Why are you following me!?”
She let out a long, thoughtful hiss. 
“It’s about your bounty,” she snarled, showing white and sharp teeth. “We all have issues that have been haunting each and every one of us.” 
Why is she bringing this up?
At an opportunity Olwen started to bolt, yelling, but the wind was carrying it away.
I’m almost there! What’s… what… huh? Bewildered, Everything was still, the world had no sound and Champo broke the silence, managing to crawl up his back, grabbing his ear and yelling, “Get back, Olwen!” Seconds later, Tanwen dropped out of the sky, landing with a loud thud fluttering snow in front of his brother. 
“There you are, brother,” Tanwen said. It was too fast for Olwen to react, but his brother’s light eyes flicked over Olwen’s shoulder and betrayed the pain about to come.
Sharp pain burst walong with stars in Olwen’s head and eyes, and blackness surged up his body; Olwen fell, unconscious. 
Caught in the clutches of Daenerys, and his brother. How could this happen to me?
= Chapter 2 =
= Chapter 3 =
= Chapter 4 =
olwen simply looked at the guards with a glazed expression as they approached him slowly. He felt the baking heat of the sun on his back that was shining through the window, he had backed himself into the corner as they reached for his muzzle. He tried jerking back away but the wall behind him allowed him to go no further and they held his head still and unbuckled the muzzle. They took the muzzle off and and felt like an eternity for they didn't want too hurt him. Eventually they then muttered, "he'll never make it past the first day." Which got olwen too think, never make it?? he quietly stumbled around breathing in the dry, sandy air and coughed a little. 
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