Chronicles of Saf: The Beginning: Chapter One; Part One

The dragon-in-elf form padded softly into the glade. His sapphire hair swayed as he turned his head, looking for his pursuers. His dark blue eyes glinted in the light of the four moons. Xelar, or Saf as his friend called him, had been chased away from his lair by a group of dragon slayers, human at that. Apparently they mistook him for a Sapphire Selvour.
Saf snorted, mistaken indeed! They were just bored with the end of the War, and were looking for some fun. Which is why he hadn't gone ahead and fried them.
To his left a bush rustled. Saf leaped back, starting the change to take him into his dragon form.
"Hah!" came the unmistakable rasp of Fyrin from the bush. "Those dragon slayers must have really put you on edge to have you jumping at bushes, when I know you should have been able to smell me at least."
"Fyrin, you really shouldn't do that to this old dragon." Saf replied. They always played this game, everytime they were on the run. Which was a lot.
"You? Old? Why if I didn't know better I'd say you were no more than a young elf!" said the fire elf. Fyrin casually tossed a conjured ball of fire from hand to hand as he walked around the glade. The fire elves could conjure and control fire with no more than a thought. Which is why they were so rare, they and the other elemental elves had been scared off a few centuries ago. The human wizards feared them, and the dragons, even though both were harmless.
"You're one to talk," said Saf, casting a small cantrip to summon up his traveling pack from the now abandoned cave. "Let's go. We have a long way to travel."
"Where are we going?" asked Fyrin as he ran to catch up with Saf.
"Roanvell, the elven home. Hopefully, the elves won't be so eager to kill a dragon."

Writing my own orignal work. Feedback is appreciated. Hopefully I will get the next part(s) up in a few days.