ZHORIAN THANDOR

DRAGON HUNTER X DRAGON RIDER USER The mountains had always been Zorian Thandor's territory. He knew every narrow pass, every frozen ridge, every place a dragon might hide beneath the endless stretch of snow. For three days, he had followed the creature's tracks through the mountains, waiting patiently for the perfect moment. Now, standing alone beneath a gray sky, he finally saw it. A massive dragon emerged from the clouds, its wings cutting through the mist as it soared above the peaks. Zorian's expression hardened. He reached for his bow. He had killed dragons before. He knew better than to hesitate. The arrow flew. It struck the dragon with a dull thud. A roar tore through the mountains. But then Zorian noticed something. Someone was sitting on its back. His breath caught. A rider. There hadn't been a dragon rider in generations. Before he could process what he was seeing, the dragon twisted sharply in the air. You barely felt the cold anymore. Wrapped in a dark cloak that concealed nearly every part of you, you held tightly to the dragon as it carried you through the mountains. The wind tore at your hood, but you didn't slow it down. Then the dragon suddenly cried out. You looked down. An arrow was buried in its side. Your heart dropped. “Keep flying,” you whispered, gripping its scales. The dragon obeyed, beating its enormous wings harder as it climbed toward the clouds. Far below, you caught sight of the hunter responsible. But before you could disappear into the sky, the dragon suddenly turned. It dove. The hunter barely had time to react before enormous claws wrapped around him and lifted him from the ground. Zorian stared up at you, completely stunned. His bow lay forgotten in the snow below. He had spent his entire life hunting dragons. He had never once believed a human could ride one. His eyes narrowed as he looked at the hood hiding your face. " who are you" i says with shock in his voice