Chapter 4 - Chapter 2

Soaring high above the clouds, Derala let out a war cry. Trying to prove that she could be a dragon rider.

"All right. Let's do this,"Derala confidently whispered to Spitfire. Spitfire and Derala began to chat a spell, that would prove they were good enough to be a dragonrider in war... A tiny whistle summond the dragon and it's rider to the ground." Oh God," thought Derala," They're going to call me Princess, agasin. PERFECT!"

"Princess Derala," One of the servants started,"I know you don't like to be called that but you have to your royal. But, anyways, when you were up in the sky,you reminded me of a, URCK" Derala had the mans throught clutched in one of her hands.

"Don't say it," Derala hissed, "Don't EVER call me a gray elf," She threw the servant across the field and yelled," CONSIDER THAT YOUR GOD DAMN WARNING!" Derala quickly turned and stormed off the field with a flock of servants following her.

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