1. Rider's Call
Aiden clung tightly to Iolair as she soared up into the sky, following the Silver Eagle through the drifting clouds. He grinned as the ground dwindled below, the battlements of Carn Deas shrinking to distant rings on the mountainside. The breeze swept the hair from his face and shivered along his arms. An endless horizon beckoned them, whispering of magic and legends. This is what it was to be an Eagle Rider!
Iolair turned into the wind and Aiden’s breath caught, his mind warring between elation and trepidation. He looked down, half-expecting to see the other Eagle Riders still staring after him, in shock and confusion. But the Silver Eagle’s path had taken them high above the fortress and none had followed them. Had that really just happened? Had he really turned down a place among the Eagle Riders to follow Fir-eun?
Ahead, the Silver Eagle slowed, allowing Iolair to glide in alongside him.
“So you have chosen to follow,” said Fir-eun.
Iolair kii-ed brightly. “How could we not?”
“You should have seen the look on the Riders’ faces when you appeared,” said Aiden. “I don’t think they knew what to make of you.”
Fir-eun looped around to their other side, angling into the wind. “Yes, it has been many years since one of the Riders truly saw me.”
“We saw you,” said Aiden.
Fir-eun’s path led into a cloud and he faded momentarily, his silver feathers blending into the mist. “That is why I called you,” came his voice.
“So what now?” Iolair asked. “We’ve become Rider and Sgiath. We’ve chosen to follow you.”
They emerged from the cloud and Fir-eun’s silver wings were once more visible at their side. “Now, it is time for you to learn the old ways of the Eagle Riders.”
Aiden shivered, but it was more than just the chill of the wind. It was a sense of destiny hovering in the air around them.
“You mean you’ll train us?” Aiden asked. His mind whirled with new possibilities of flight and magic.
“In a way, yes,” said Fir-eun, his voice taking on a mysterious lilt. “But not here. First, you have a journey to make.”
“A journey?” said Iolair. “But what about the war? What about fighting Sorcier?”
At the mention of the dark wizard, an icy dread spread through Aiden’s chest and out to the tips of his fingers. He had only once faced Sorcier, and it was not an experience he was in a hurry to repeat. The encounter had almost killed them. It had killed the King.
“Learning the old ways of the Eagle Riders may be the only way you can defeat Sorcier,” said Fir-eun. “There is much that has been forgotten. Only in remembering can we have hope of victory.”
Aiden’s mind reeled. The task seemed far too big for a very new Eagle Rider. “