THIS IS MY STORY
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The Last Rider
Part One: The Last Rider
It was the day after the New Year. Harry was making his way down the crowded streets of New York. A light snow had started, dotting his black hair with the white frost.
The snow made his feet cold, even though he was wearing warm socks and Converse high-tops. He pulled his red hoodie sleeves over his hands as he walked quickly down the street and across the road.
He arrived at a fairly large school. He went to high school at Fredrick K. High School. He thought it was an okay school. He puffed out some cold air and then walked up the marble stairs and into the school.
He could see his best friend waiting for him in the hallway, as always. He was wearing his backpack, as always, and had a red hat pulled low over his ears. He was whistling an old song from the 60s.
Whats up? He asked, pulling the hat off of his head.
His friend jumped in surprise. Oh, hi, Harry! He rubbed his arm in apology.
Harry yanked his arm away then started to walk. Oh, its fine, Cason, really, he laughed, patting him on the back.
Dont take my backpack off! Cason snapped, eyes wide with fear.
Why not?
Nothing, nothing Cason walked on like nothing had happened. So, how was New Years?
Good, Harry replied, trying to resist the urge to take off the backpack.
Cason eyes him carefully as they parted ways into their own classrooms. Bye, bud, he said, waving.
Harry gave him a thumbs-up then walked into his class. He sat down at the very back inside one of the hard metal chairs that he hated so much. He took off his hoodie then sat on it, throwing his backpack on the ground. He rubbed snowflakes off of his shirt as he took out a pen and a sheet of paper to draw on for a little bit before Mr. Dave came in to teach class.
He sketched a small eagle head before drawing the feathers. Darn! I drew another phoenix! When will I ever be able to draw a simple bird? He muttered angrily as he crumbled it up then threw it inside the mesh trashcan by the door.
He put away his pencil as he watched all of the other students enter the room. He slumped down farther in the chair, muttering under his breath.
Mr. Dave walked inside the room then clapped his hands together. Alright, class, take out your Social Studies textbook from under you desk, he told the students.
Harry rolled his ice-blue eyes as he took out the book. It was about 800 pages long and only talked about physical features and economies.
Mr. Dave took out a bit of chalk then started to write on the board,
TURN TO PAGE 765 AND READ TO PAGE 780 ON POLITICAL MAPS AND PHYSICAL FEAUTRES OF THE WORLD.
Harry let out a small laugh. They read this last week. He turned to the pages where he started to read about Canada and Greenland. He stopped smiling when he noticed that he could smell a faint trace of smoke.
Half of the class raised their heads from their reading and looked around curiously.
Harry raised his hand. Um, Mr. Dave? He said, uncertain.
The tall teacher walked over to him. Yes, Harry?
I smell smoke, sir, he replied.
Mr. Dave smelled it too. Its coming from the trashcan! He yelped as he rushed over to it. Harry and the rest of the class followed.
He peered down into the can then saw that the paper he had drawn on was slightly smoking on the edges. The phoenix he drew was glowing a deep ember color, but no one seemed to notice but him.
The paper! A girl gasped, pointing to it. Its smoking!
Harry said to Mr. Dave, Let me get it out! Before anyone could reply, he reached down and picked up the paper. It wasnt even hot. Here, he said to his Social Studies teacher, who took the paper.
Ouch! He yelped, dropping the smoking paper on the ground.
Harry picked it up and unfolded it. The phoenix was still glowing a deep ember, but it was starting to turn into the color of graphite. Ill go put water on it, he offered.
Mr. Dave looked flabbergasted. Okay, you do that! He rushed over to his desk. Class, back in your seats!
Harry ran over to the boys bathroom then rinsed off the paper. He shook his head, and then murmured, Wow. He sure was exaggerating. Of course it couldnt have burned him.
He about to throw the paper away then thought better of it. He stuffed it inside his pocket and walked back to class.
He plopped back inside his chair, feeling the faint heat of the paper in his pocket. Ignoring it, he went back to reading.
It was the 6th period the only class when Cason and Harry were in the same class. They were sitting at a round table in the back of the cafeteria with their lunch trays.
Cason was picking at his salad with a fork, his backpack still on. So, I heard that there was a fire in your 1st period class and the fire alarm didnt go off, he said.
Harry laughed. Wow, news sure does travel fast! Well, there wasnt a fire, and the fire alarm didnt go off! He took a bite of his hamburger then said, I tried to draw a bird, but I just happened to end up drawing a phoenix. As always, I crumbled it up then threw it inside the trash. This time, it started to smell like a fire and it started to smoke. I picked it up and the picture was glowing. I handed it to Mr. Dave who jumped back because it burned his hand. It didnt burn me, though. Look! He pulled the picture out of his pocket.
Cason nodded then took the paper. The tips of his fingers began to smoke a little, but he just shrugged it off. Wow, you got some skills! He said, pushing his glasses up his nose then ruffling his shaggy brown hair a little. He blinked his golden eyes in surprise before folding it back up again. Hm. Ill tell you why when youre ready.
Harry narrowed his eyes at him. What do you mean? Why not tell me? He said quietly.
Cason shook his head, then took of his glasses. Do these eyes lie to you?
Harry closed his eyes, then laughed. Youre a joke, you know that?
Cason put on his glasses. Shut up! If only you knew the truth! He yelled, then took off, dumping his tray full of salad inside the trash. He stormed out of the cafeteria.
Harry shook his head. Nice, Cason, just nice! He slammed his hand down on the table then got up, dumping his tray and following him.
His best friend was nowhere in sight. Harry pulled on his hoodie. Suddenly, he heard footsteps. He pressed up against the wall just as the principal whisked past him.
As soon as she was gone, he started to run down the hallway. Cason?
He rounded a corner. Cason was sitting against the wall, his arms slumped and his head down. His backpack was still on, though he had on arm in it.
Go away! Cason yelled, standing up.
Harry yelled back, Tell me! Why not tell me now, and get this whole argument over with?
Cason didnt say anything else. He put his other arm back inside the strap of his backpack then walked away and then inside the next class.
Harry shook his head then went to his classroom early, too. This was the last class of the day Band. The band director was eating lunch in her office when she saw Harry walk in.
Harry Rivers? Whats wrong?
Nothing, Ms. B, he muttered, putting his instrument together. He played the French horn.
Okay, Mr. Rivers, she said, throwing the rest of her lunch away. Why are you here so early? She asked, walking up to him.
Its Cason. He decided to leave lunch early, so I did too, he explained, putting the mouthpiece on.
Oh, you mean Cason Griffin? She asked.
Yes maam.
Hm. Hes a lot of trouble, you know She murmured as she gathered up her band music and papers. Her red hair was pulled up inside a low ponytail. She was wearing black dress pants and a red sweater with a dog on the front.
Oh, you know how Cason is hes crazy, and is a troublemaker. Hes a pretty good friend, you know, Harry said quietly. He blew a note into his horn.
Students started to pile inside the room. Flute players, drum players, trumpet and trombone players, bassoon players, tuba and clarinet players, and a few saxophon -
saxophone players walked in, assembling their instruments and making a lot of noise.
Harry sighed.
After band, he walked home as always. He pushed people out of the way, mad about Cason. He walked to and from school, too, but he was nowhere in sight. Thats what Harry thought, anyways.
The good thing about living in New York is you can say whatever you want and no one would care.
He muttered crossly, Whys Cason so mysterious? I mean, hes like, Ill tell you when youre ready, and all of that crap. What does he mean? I want to know. Hes just getting annoying! He didnt know that Cason was following him.
Cason hit him on the shoulder. Whats up?
Hello, Harry said. What a great time to show up! He said in a false, cheerful tone.
Cason did a fake laugh, then socked him on the arm. Shut up. He had his backpack on still.
Do you ever take that thing off?
Im not answering that question, Cason replied.
Seriously? Why not?
Cason sighed. I said Ill show you when youre ready. When its time.
Harry wanted to punch him, but he didnt. Punching was the only thing that attracted these New-Yorkers. Why? He demanded, gripping Casons backpack strap in his fist, ready to pull.
Cason narrowed his golden eyes. You wouldnt dare!
Yes I would!
Cason started to run, Harry still holding on. He stumbled into an empty alley with graffiti on the brick walls and a few cats that ran away.
The strap started to rip. Dont! Cason said desperately. Itll change your life!
Stubborn Harry was too curious. He pulled until the strap broke off. Cason sighed, then let it fall to the ground.
Harry watched Casons back. Suddenly, golden, feathered wings sprouted, and they flapped furiously.
What are you? Harry asked curiously.
Im a griffin! Ive been wearing a backpack to keep them down all my life!
No, you arent a griffin. Griffins have beaks and lion paws, Harry said brightly.
I am part griffin! I can change into one anytime I want to, but I cant right now, in front of humans. I physically cant, he said, trying to put his backpack back on before anyone saw.
Why didnt you tell me? He asked, watching Cason put on the backpack, tying the strap back together.
Because you werent ready. Youre part---
Part what?
Well, you arent part anything. Youre the Last Rider, he said.
Whats that?
Well, long ago there used to be a Rider. He died and left his ashes behind for those who remembered. He gave a bag of his ashes to anyone who remembered. They had all died, but you have the last bag. It is said that the Last Rider is supposed to feel fire and not get burned. Thats you. The Last Rider is instructed to go with a griffin to the Tribe of Memoria. I know where that is.
And then what? Harry asked eager to learn more.
You are supposed to drop the ashes inside the Blue Fire. I cant tell you any more.
Harry shook his head. No, tell me more!
Cason closed his eyes, whispered something then disappeared.
Harry rubbed his eyes then walked back home, slipping on the walkway to his apartment. He collapsed on the couch and then put his backpack on the floor, laughing at what he just saw and heard.
His mom walked in and asked, Any homework?
Nope. Im surprised! Harry turned on the TV, saw that there was nothing to watch, then turned it back off.
Mom? Can we talk? He asked.
Uh, sure.
I just figured out that I am the Last Rider, Harry said.
What?
You dont know, do you?
Of course I know! Ever since you were given the bag, I had to know the truth. Does that mean well have to be separated? She asked, picking up the small bag. It fit in the palm of her hand.
Well, I have to go with Cason and go to Memoria I think I do. Does this mean forever?
I think so, as far as Cason knew---
You knew that Cason was a griffin? Why didnt you tell me?
His mom sat down next to him, then ruffled his hair. It wasnt time yet, but I guess the time has come for the Last Rider to make his mark, she murmured, wrapping him with her arms in a tight hug.
When?
Ask Cason.
Can I invite him over?
Sure.
Harry called Cason and told him to come over as soon as possible. Now.
So youre telling me that Memoria is real? Harry asked in awe.
Yes! Its where all of us Riders and griffins and half-bloods come. Heck, theres a whole pasture for centaurs!
Wow! When do we get to leave?
Right now if you want! Cason had taken off his backpack and turned into a griffin. He flicked his ears.
Well, I dont know. Is this a prank? Harry asked suspiciously, narrowing his eyes. He was sitting on his bed while Cason was in the center of the room.
Cason laughed, his beak spread into a wide smile. He pawed at his beak, trying not to laugh. You crack me up, he murmured. Of course not! When should we leave? Harry asked, walking over to Cason and pulling out a golden feather. It crumbled to dust in his fingers.
Ha! Whenever you want, but it has to be soon. Oh, and about my feather Cason turned back into a human, only his golden wings left behind. His wings shrunk when he became human. If they didnt, they would be dragging on the ground! If you arent a full member of Memoria, you cant keep anything from a mythical creature. Well, we arent really mythical-
How come you can change in front of me? You said that griffins cant change in front of people, Harry said, plucking another feather.
Cason flapped his wings. First off, ouch! Second, Im not a full-griffin. Im a less-griffin. Less-griffins are half human half griffin. Full-griffins are actually griffins And youre not a human. Youre half Rider half human!
Harry put his hands on his hips. How is that?
Youre the Last Rider! Your mother is a full human, but your father was cousin to the Riders son. All Riders are part dragon.
Some say that the Last Rider is part phoenix and dragon. I believe thats true. Youre part phoenix-dragon. A phoenix dragon is a dragon that is made out of fire. Anything that goes near it will demolish. One of those guards heaven but angels are not hurt, Cason said, putting his backpack on.
Harry shook his head slightly amused. Can we leave today?
Uh, sure, go ask your mom. You might not be seeing her ever again
Bye mom, Harry said, hugging her tightly. Im sorry I cant visit you, he murmured, drawing away.
Its fine, sweetie. Its fine
The train whistle whistled, and then scooted off slowly into the vast hills and mountains beyond. They were on a train full of humans that had no idea that Memoria existed.
So how do we get to Memoria? Harry asked, ordering a small cheese pizza from a waitress on the train.
Cason took some pizza out of the box after closing the compartment door shut. Well be arriving in Germany we will have to travel on foot to the southwest border where the Black Forest is. Its about one mile away. There are the ruins of a castle that only full-bloods or us half-bloods can enter. Any actual human beings will be blocked by a force that the griffins put up. He took a deep breath then took a slice of pizza.
Thats Memoria?
No! The way to Memoria is very complex. We have to go down inside a cavern where two dragon guards are. They are guarding a portal to Memoria. Theyll let in, and then youll arrive in Memoria. Memoria is very beautiful pastures for the centaurs, lakes for the Loch Ness, a mountain, and a forest. In the middle of the forest is our camp where all of us Memorians sleep, eat, and train to fight against evil monsters. What I mean by evil monsters are trolls, Cyclops, harpies, Medusa
Theyre actually real? Harry asked in awe, dropping his pizza.
Oh, yes, they are. Anyways, our camp is divided into three sections. The Dormitories is where we sleep. We have caves for the dragons, cabins for the humans, a field for the centaurs, and a fenced in patch of forest for griffins. I sleep in the cabins, of course. Im not a full-griffin! The other section is the Gathering Section where we go for meals and meetings. The last -
section is the Battle Courses, where we hold competitions. We also have certain areas of the Battle Courses where dragons learn to use their fire, where griffins learn how to fly, where you humans learn to shoot with arrows that kind of stuff.
Harry rubbed his forehead. Dormitories, Gathering, Battle. Got it. Oh, and what am I supposed to do after I throw the ashes inside the Blue Fire?
Cason pushed his glasses up his nose. You will get your Spirit Animal. All Memorians have them, unless youre part animal, of course!
Im part animal!
I meant physically! After you get your Spirit Animal, you will be a full Memorian. Forever.
Harry looked outside. Theyve been on the train for two hours, and were just now entering Poland. He watched flocks of sheep and herds of cows grazing outside. I wonder what my animal will be, he said to Cason, still looking outside.
Hm. My animal was supposed to be a wolf, but you know He pulled a feather from under his backpack from his wings.
He handed it to Harry, who made it crumble into dust. Hm.
Harry woke up the next morning, rubbing his forehead. He was sleepy. It was the middle of the night when they arrived in Germany. He shook Cason awake, looking out the window at the rising moon. Dude, wake up!
Cason rubbed his eyes. Wha? Oh! He shot up, then walked out of the crowded train, Harry at his side.
We need to walk through this small town, Harry said, looking around at where the train dropped them off.
Not when you have a griffin as a best friend! Cason said, running into a dark alley. He turned into a griffin there.
Harry looked at him. He had golden feathers and golden eyes. He had dark gold markings around his eyes that looked like his glasses. He had darker flecks around his back. He had a long lion tail and paws. He flapped his wings.
Get on before were spotted!
Huh? Harry asked as he climbed up onto the griffins back. Why?
I can fly there in about five minutes, Cason said, taking off into the air. Hold on tight!
Harry dug his fingernails into the griffins feathers, looking around. The wind whipped his hair into his face. They were flying inside a thick cloud cover, but Harry could see the blurry remains of a castle.
Here we go! Cason yelled. He folded up his wings then plummeted to the ground. At the last second, he opened up his wings, breaking his fall. He dug his paws into the ground to stop from sliding.
Harry jumped off of his friend and onto the ground. Ouch. Rough landing, he commented.
I know. It still needs some work, Cason admitted. Now follow me. He turned back into his self, his wings shrinking down so the tips on reached to the middle of his back.
He was led down underground and into a cave. In the very back, Harry could just make out a deep red pair of dragons guarding a gleaming portal.
Stay back! The dragon on the left roared, lighting up a torch. Oh, its just you, Cason. Have you brought the Last Rider?
Yes. Can we go in, Bane? He asked.
Bane nodded. If its okay with Marie.
Marie nodded. Sure!
Hold on to my backpack, Cason warned as he jumped inside the portal.
Harry closed his eyes so tight, they got a bit wet. When he opened them, he found himself inside a square fenced area.
Watch out! Cason yelled.
Full-griffins were running, yelling orders to one another. They all had their claws out, tails lashing. Half of them had yellow bandanas tied around their paws and the other had blue. There were six total full-griffins. The referee was the seventh.
Cason! Get you and your friend out before we start training if you want to make it out alive, sneered a nearby griffin on the blue team.
The other one next to him bit the full-griffin on the ear. Leave Cason alone, she said.
Cason and Harry jumped over the fence and out of the way. Who was that? Harry asked.
Cason dropped his backpack on the ground. Oh, thats just Dawn. She has a Spirit Animal. Shes a less-griffin, but she hangs out with the full-griffins in her griffin form. Her animal is a phoenix. Look, there she is!
The phoenix was sitting in a pile of ash. Her body was made of fire and her eyes were black like coal bits. They had an odd sparkle to them. She swished her tail over the grass, burning it. She waved a wing at Cason.
Hi, Willow, Cason said back, running out of the Battle Courses section. We need to see Peyton, he said, flapping his wings to make a cloud of dust. Three seconds later, Cason was in the form of a griffin.
Whos that?
Cason laughed. Oh, sorry, youre new Shes the Whisperer. The Whisperer is the Spirit Animal of the leader, he explained as they entered the forest and into The Dormitories section. They saw a large tent with open flaps. They entered.
Small jars of fireflies and glowing lizards hung from the ceiling. There was a small dresser with a cracked mirror over it on the left side. A jar of two glowing lizards were scrambling around in it.
Cason changed back into his old self, careful not to knock anything down.
There was a blue fire in the center and tons of animal skin and leather hides were stitched together to make a soft carpet. A silver dragon the size of a husky was in the center, speaking into the blue fire, flicking her tongue in and out. One of her ears had a large golden hoop earring in it, and the other had a few tears.
Cason smiled. Peyton? He asked.
The dragon looked up with her gray eyes. Oh, I was expecting a griffin today, she said, looking him up and down.
Cason smiled shyly then pushed his glasses up to keep hem from sliding down his nose. This is the Last Rider. His name is Harry Rivers, he said.
Harry took out the bag of ashes. I was told to throw these into the Blue Fire to become a full Memorian and I need to get a Spirit Animal, he said.
Peyton nodded hurriedly then took the bag of ashes. She muttered a few words in Chinese before throwing them into the fire. Let his Spirit Animal cometh! She yelled in her singsong voice.
Cason and Harry stood back. The fire puffed up, the blue flames almost touching the ceiling. There was a puff of smoke, and the fire was put out.
The ashes started to move. They came together, creating a small creature. It looked up. It had bright yellow, gleaming eyes. The animal shook its pelt, scattering the ashes, revealing ash-colored, thick fur.
Its an Ash Wolf! Cason breathed. Anyone who gets one is super lucky!
Peyton stood back, uncertain. Hm. Well, its a girl. You need to name her, she said.
Harry considered. Ill name her Ashley. Ash for short, he said.
Cason picked up the small pup. She bit him on the nose before running to Harry. Well, you certainly earned her trust!
Harry picked up Ashley and stroked her fur. What exactly does a Rider actually do?
They tame dragons, slay evil, and go out on quests. The last few Riders we had didnt do their job. One beast killed all of them. It was a dragon such as myself, but much, much bigger! Her voice shook as she blew out blue fire, lighting the ashes back up again.
Ashley started to whimper a little. She had tiny wings the size of beetles. She burrowed into his arms. Who was it?
They dragon was a Silver Moon Dragon, like me. His name was Nettle, which means powerful in Memorian. He used to be one of our greatest warriors, but now Peyton shuddered, the spines on her back gleaming with terror. She wished her small tail over the animal pelts on the ground. He was bribed by the evil-doers that we were just training him only to die in battle. Nettle decided to join their side.
Of course he grew powerful, but not powerful enough to get past the force field by the ruins of the castle.
Harry interrupted, Didnt the force field only block humans?
Yes, and the evil ones, too. Nettle couldnt get in. He pounded with all his might, but it didnt help. He decided to give up. He took his warriors with him. He killed all of the Riders who dared to challenge him.
Harry laughed nervously. Well I better -
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What, no credit for the name Memoria? :(
Anyway, great story! It's like Percy Jackson/WoM/Harry Potter/Eragon! -
The Firefly is right! It is a lot like Eragon!
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Thank u guys! I forgot that I took the name memoria And stuff thank u for giving me the idea
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