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Games, one of the largest sports competitions and the traditional celebration of the veterans, alive and dead, who sacrificed for the freedom of the Alliance were just days away. A series of competitions based on military skills, from jousting by horse, from the air, with sword and other weapons tournaments to archery and heavy long-range weapons matches—both traditional and dragonstone empowered—the popular dragon strike match, the dragon race, the dragon ground thunder game, and several Alliance armed forces displays and demonstration were all scheduled for the entertainment of the Alliance citizenry and to honor the veterans. A hopeful distraction from the events of late, it was a time of celebration and thanks for what the Alliance stood for: freedom and honor.
    As Mkel and most of his weir council had arrived at the Capital Weir in Draconia with Lawrent in preparation for both the Dragon Council meeting and for the Honors Day Games, he was able to see some of his fellow Weirleaders and friends he had not seen in some time. A large meal was put on by the Capital Weir for the other twelve Weirleaders and their dragons and friends, which turned into a festive reunion. However, business was at hand, and General Becknor, rider of the Michenth, called for the Dragon Council to convene.
    “Mkel, the councils are forming,” Gallanth said to Mkel, his booming voice heard clearly over the dinner conversations. Mkel looked over to Jodem, who was already getting up from the table, as did Dekeen and Ordin. “Senior Sergeant, we must go,” Mkel said to Toderan.
    “Sir, I thought the council meeting was only for dragonriders and wizards,” Toderan said quizzically.
    “All the weirs’ leaders are to attend, so why would I exclude my senior soldier and taskmaster?” Mkel said with a smile.
    Toderan immediately got up and started to walk toward Gallanth. The men of Draden Weir and the regiment cheered when one of the weir soldiers stood with his tankard raised and shouted, “Long live Gallanth!”
    As they echoed the cheer and raised their tankards, Gallanth responded by saying, “You should do yourselves more favor, but I and my rider are honored,” and bowed his immense head.
    They all walked across the great expanse of the Capital Weir grounds toward Michenth’s chamber. All the Capital dragons were already assembled in the massive hall, and the weir dragons were now gathering. Mkel yelled over to Lordan, who walked over to greet him with Talonth right behind. The riders and dragons greeted each other, both still bearing a few scars from their battle at Handsdown that had not completely healed yet.
    “Remember this occasion, my young friend, for there hasn’t been a combined council of the dragons, wizards, elves, dwarves, and men since the Great War. These are difficult days ahead, but also momentous ones, for trying times bring out the best in men and dragons,” he said with his usual friendly smile as he looked up to Gallanth and Talonth.
    “I have to agree with you, sir. Although it is for dire concerns, this gathering is still really impressive. Queen Eladra and King Denaris!” Mkel caught sight of the elven king and queen as they entered from the other side of hall. Even from that distance, Eladra’s presence was unmistakable. Her iridescent violet and turquoise eyes were mesmerizing. Both her and her husband’s presence commanded as much attention as a dragon’s.
    “Even she has trepidation regarding the host of recent events and the confusing signs she has been seeing through her foresight,” Jodem said, openly speaking his thoughts.
    “Much is happening, and our enemies are everywhere, foreign and domestic,” Dekeen explained.
    Gallanth entered the conversation as they walked into the great arch dragon’s hall and moved to their place on the opposite side of the large amphitheater gathering area in front of Michenth’s chambers. “We must all have faith, my friends. That and love of country and