VI. "Mardachus the Destroyer was the fifth. The dragon-rider had to travel far and wide to meet him in battle, along a road that wound through eldritch places. Who can say what the white drake himself dreamed in that same realm? It matters not. For his dreams died when a bard's music hurled him from the heavens, and the hero's blade finished him." -- Anonymous, Chronicles of the Second Dragon War
VII. "Mesyra the Watcher was the sixth. Her purple eyes saw the dragon-rider from a great distance, and she yearned to do what others of her kind could not. But though she caught <him/her> far from <his/her> friends and companions, she came to know that it was the dragon-rider's own blade which had been foremost in the carving of <his/her> legend. <He/She> cast her to the ground through cunning, then slew her with might and courage." -- Anonymous, Chronicles of the Second Dragon War
VIII. "Nimrod the Hunter was the seventh. The cyan drake was swift and strong, and it's said by those who dwell upon such things as might have come to pass, that neither the dragon-rider nor <his/her> azure drake could have overcome him in battle. But fate and the gods cast their lot with that of the hero. Through wit and fortune <he/she> destroyed the wyrm, and brought an end to his hunt." -- Anonymous, Chronicles of the Second Dragon War
IX. "Phaedra the Deceiver was the eighth. Her illusions filled the heavens and befuddled the minds of all those who gazed upon them. But the dragon-rider discerned the truth, and <his/her> sword blinded her third eye to usher in her destruction. Of all her many deceptions, the greatest was thinking herself the hero's equal." -- Anonymous, Chronicles of the Second Dragon War
X. "Tenebra the Shadow-Mistress was the ninth. Eight drakes had met the dragon-rider before her, and each one had perished. But she possessed powers that they did not, and so believed she would be the agent of <his/her> destruction. She visited the hero in <his/her> dreams and thought to slay <him/her> while <he/she> slumbered. Yet her mind proved no match for <his/her>. Nor did her might, when they met in the flesh. The ebon drake died in the darkness, and great was her shame when she met her kin in the underworld." -- Anonymous, Chronicles of the Second Dragon War