The Thief and the Ghost Chapter 3: The Call Deepens

"Don't you care about your own safety?" Gadwall asked. "Think about how much you're risking to become a rider. Think about how much you're risking once you go through training. Aren't you thinking at all?"

"I risk my life every day in the arena." I pointed out. "Every day I am unsure if I'll see another sunrise. You can't bring up my safety when danger is my life."

I could tell that he wanted to say more. Thankfully he was able to restrain himself on the matter. At least verbally. His facial expression was full of anger. His hands formed into fists as he calmed himself down. The moment he unclenched his hands was when I moved towards him.

"Even if you do become a rider, that doesn't mean you'll change anything." Gadwall said. "I've known many human wyvern riders that originally wanted to change things. Do you know how many managed to? None. Once they became riders their entire outlook on life changed. They begin to serve the Nieth like every other rider before them. Don't you think I want to be free? But you can't take such a risk for something that might not work."

"And if the voice is right?" I asked. "If I am a chosen rider then there is the possibility for change. There's the possibility I won't be chained to the Nieth."

"What did it mean by Jorn is on the cusp of change? Are you sure that's a good thing? What if your only purpose of becoming a rider is to spread the Nieth plague from Horngul to the furthest points of Jorn?"

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The Thief and the Ghost Chapter 2: Crushing the Dream

The night air made me sweat. Soon even those Nieth that were interested in me wouldn't want to be near me now. They would take my scent as proof I was unclean. It would be bad enough fucking a clean human, one that smelled bad wouldn't be considered. Gadwall had lent me a few perfumes an admirer of his had given him. But those strong chemicals couldn't help to deal with the new scent on my skin.

When all hope was lost I saw a target. His eyes were going over my body and pausing on my tits. I smiled and walked over to him. He seemed like he had wealth. A few wyvern riders sat behind him and seemed more focused on their meal. This must be a sign. My eyes looked up when wyverns flew overhead. It could only be a matter of minutes until my training started. My outward appearance was calm but, inside, I couldn't be more excited.

A human waiter stopped me before I got close to the Nieth. This outside restaurant was situated between two buildings. Both contained the kitchens. I calmed myself down by focusing on those facts. If I messed this up then everything could be lost.

"I'm here to see him." I said and pointed at the Nieth.

The waiter looked at the Nieth. There were not many customers since it was popular for its daytime cuisine. The human could clearly tell that the master wanted me. Hopefully he wouldn't recognize me from the coliseum and would think I was a whore. That would make things easier.

"You don't look like a *****." The human said. "Aren't you Tis Lothis' sister?"

"Human!" The Nieth yelled out. "Bring me that woman. She is appealing to my eyes. If there is any problem I will deal with it."

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The Thief and the Ghost Chapter 1: A Gift of Blood

After too much time I found Mont. He was, as always, with the lowest of the humans. As a Ghost he was lower than any human on the continent. Yet his demeanor did not show that he was someone who was not to be communicated with by polite society. Yes, I could talk with him but I was not encouraged to do so. As he held onto his staff, his eyes seemed to look right at me and then his face grew angrier than normal. Mont was not always angry, but his face did a good job at making him seem so. I guessed he knew from the sound my body and clothing made that I was carrying no weapons. It was amazing how enhanced the senses of a rider were.

Though riders did not age except extremely slowly when Ghosts, Mont appeared to be a man in his mid-fifties. His hairline had receded a little and he wore the wrinkles of an old man. As always his facial hair was trimmed to a very appealing degree. His cheekbones seemed to be much sharper than the blade he carried. I thought if I ran my hands lightly against his cheeks that they would be cut off.

I wondered what color his eyes were before he had become a rider. In the present they were whitish as all their color had been drained. Did they used to be blue like the sky? Had they been green like the vast jungles of Horngul? When Mont was born did he have eyes that were as brown as the dirt or golden like the sun?

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The Thief and the Ghost Prologue

"I ride my third wyvern, a Jornish, so I know how hard promises are to keep." I replied sadly. "Especially the kind of promise you intend to keep."

"I ride my second wyvern, my love, so I am well aware of what promise I made. And I will keep it."

I had trained Tersa. She had appeared one day and I was drawn to her. She was so much younger but that wasn't a concern for a rider. Our lives were so long, because by connecting to wyverns we got their lifespan, that if we looked for lovers our own age we would never know love. At least when I had fallen in love my loves hadn't started as riders.

"Wasn't there a difference you experienced with your first wyvern?" I asked her.

"My Bortok?" Tersa said. "Yes, there was a difference. It was like I was able to experience the world for the first time. As if everything before was just a dream. It was wonderful and terrifying all at once."

"And you became a different person afterwards."

"Yes."

I ran my hand through her hair. If I had not been blind I could see that it was blue. Without eyes I could only feel its odd texture. It felt like normal human hair but also like hair from a Nieth. If a Nieth had hair. Tersa's hair was the clearest sign of her Nieth heritage. I had no Nieth in my blood, only human. My hand then went from her hair to rest on her hips.

"I'm not going to change my mind if you lose your wyvern." Tersa said. "No matter how different of a person I become."

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The Thief and the Ghost

A woman seeking her dream

A man seeking to reclaim what he once had

A destiny that seeks to bring them together