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Taron always wanted to be a dragon rider. It was a dream he had from a young age. It was also an expectation placed upon him to carry on the family’s legacy.

When the time came to find his dragon, he was nervous that none would choose him. It took a while of wandering but he finally found an egg that seemed to call out to him, a dusty colored thing that almost looked like a rock. It didn’t hatch right away, he sat there with it for a long time, feeling it stir. Eventually, it started to crack.

It was the most patient Taron had ever been in his life. And every second was worth it when his dragon finally tumbled into his arms.

He and Z’aaron balanced each other well, Taron being the one to encourage them to do new things, Z’aaron being the voice of reason to keep him from doing anything too rash.

When he heard about the brightsteel competition, he had begged Z’aaron to compete. His dragon stood firm that there was something he didn’t trust about all of this. They compromised on at least going to watch. But it didn’t stop Z’aaron from keeping his head on a swivel the whole time.

Ozriel was not born a fighter, nor a rider. He was born the son of a lower merchant. He had no strong views on the world until a dragon, bereft upon losing its rider, went on a rampage in his village. It destroyed his father’s mercantile, killing his parents and maiming Ozriel. He lost his right eye to the beast, and when he saw its power first hand, he wanted it.

No dragon ever chose him when he went for hatching days. It was more than a disappointment, it was an affront. How dare one of these creatures take everything from him and give nothing in return? How dare they have this power and not let him touch it as well?

So, if he couldn’t have the power that came from a dragon, he would find his own.

It was easy to gain a following. He’d always been good at speaking, at leading. It was easy to convince some elves to join his cause, as well as others who felt the same sense of entitlement to magic. It was also easy to convince others of the corruption it caused to those who tried to learn it. This new era of dragons and their riders was going on too long. It was time for it to be brought to an end.

The first major attack in the Next Kingdom Over went better than he could have hoped. Fear and chaos began to spread. Ozriel’s order and name brought fear to those in the lands, he held more power than a simple dragon ever could have hoped.

Jont’adhg barely remembers being hatched into Hiroth’s arms anymore. He barely remembers those early days of training together when Hiroth would take the riskiest routes to finish first—or if not first, in the most memorable way. His rider had a legacy he wanted to live up to, and who was Jont’adhg to discourage. Everything always had to be more, though. It had to be bigger and showier and better. Nothing was too risky, nothing was too experimental.

And that’s when everything fell apart. Jont’adhg doesn’t remember much about that day, he just remembered the raging storm and grabbing Hiroth in his talons, wrapping him in his wings as they plummeted from the sky.

Even the healers say it was a miracle both rider and dragon survived, but at what cost? A limb and some wings? At least they were alive. For Jont’adhg that was enough, but not Hiroth.

Jont’adhg has done his best to slow his ambitious rider down, but Hiroth is insistent he can fix them both. He tries anything his rider makes, but rarely has an invention worked as well as they would need it to to be back in the sky.

BIOGRAPHY:

William Stoddard was raised on a farm in Colorado, and it was expected that he would eventually take over the farm himself. There was just one problem. He did not want to be a farmer. His dream was to join a rodeo and become a bronco rider. But his father refused, insisting that he stay and run the farm. William did not want to anger his father, but neither did he want to give up on his dream. So one day, he got in his beat-up old truck and left home, sorry to leave his family but determined to achieve his dream.

It took some time, but eventually he found a rodeo where they were willing to give him a chance, and he proved himself with flying colors, becoming the best bronco rider anyone in the rodeo had seen in a long time. Still feeling guilt for having left his family, he started going by the pseudonym Bullseye, too embarrassed about what his family would think if they ever found out where he was. But overall, he was happy to have reached his goal, and everything was good.

Until it suddenly was not.

It had seemed like Bullseye could ride and tame any bronco, but one day, that was put to the test with a particularly rowdy horse. In the end, the bronco won, and Bullseye found himself with a devastating knee injury which brought his rodeo career to a heart-breaking end. Despondent, he left the rodeo but had no idea where else to go. He knew he could not go home, which only hurt him more to think that he had left his family for a dream which had backfired spectacularly.

While still trying to figure things out, he stopped at a gas station and bought some snacks and a bottle of soda. On the bottle was a code to enter to win a trip to Sidneyland, a place Bullseye had never been. Though he figured his chances of winning were zero, his despondency made him feel suddenly like throwing caution to the wind.

So he entered the code, and amazingly, unbelievably...he won.

If he had been amazed to win, Bullseye was even more amazed when he got to Sidneyland. It really did seem like the most magical place on earth, and the more he saw, the more he liked it. And once he saw Besydus, Texas, he knew he had found his second calling. He might not be able to ride in the rodeo anymore, but maybe he could do something just as good. So again he threw caution to the wind and dared to apply for a job. Again his luck seemed to be holding--he was hired.

But not for Besydus. Bullseye was assigned to Pokemon: The Enchanted Forest.