The next morning, you and Drakreanor waited in front of the great portal. Battle weary veterans gazed with a grudgingly anticipative eye, many of them missing wings or body parts. The elders glared with their tight, expecting gazes. Last but not least, throngs of ordinary Draconians came to see you off.
You cringe, you've never been a shy person, but the audience there to greet you more than made you implode.
Must be the way you're dressed, you figure as you mount Drak. It had to have been the corniest uniform ever, with those long boots, and drab brown tunic. It sort of reminded you of the miner's gear you wore when you slaved for Mylandia. But at least the eye-goggles made you look cool.
"Don't feel bad Gil, be proud to be a dragon rider of Pern!!" Drak half-way jokes, being attended to by servants. "Thanks" you mutter back somewhat sarcastically.
But you didn't want to completely assimilated to that place!! Hell no!! Concealed underneath your outfit, was a machine pistol, while Drak's pouch boasted a video camera, photographs, and other types of modern technology, just in case things got a little too hairy. The dragoners figured it was more worth it to permanently alter other people's worlds instead of risk losing their own.
Heck you'd even carried a guitar since the Pernese valued music so much!! An electric guitar that is...
Once you and Drak had been declared 'ready', you walked up to the portal, while the crowd suddenly fell silent. You suddenly feel sick to your stomach, even as you gathered magical energy to cast your spell.
Okay, just say the spell Gil, don't freak out, you say to yourself. You hold up your hand, take a deep breath and utter, "Pernea!!"
A red beam emanates from your hand as the warp portal suddenly spawns. The portal danced and shimmered around the archway; you can already feel it start to pull you in.
But before you go in, you turn back toward the crowd, "Goodbye everyone!!" you yell out. Your fellow humans and dragons wave good bye too, legitimately wishing you good luck. The elders seem especially enthusiastic in seeing you go.
You and Drak nod to each other. "Okay, let's go Drak" Obeying, Drak bends his knees down, and leaps 'in between'.
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