Treyel noticed that the sun left his scales and he climbed up on Taim's shoulder. A quick slithering climb up the arm and then to lay down resting with his tiny round head towards Taim's cheek. As he moved to look at Treyel he saw Rosaline hold an egg. He walked over towards her but stopped as she shouted. Was it okay for him to talk to her now? He had found a dragon, what would he say. A nudge in his cheek from Treyel made him keep walking. He walked slowly so that she would be able to finish what she was doing. Feeling her sorrow as he walked up to her. At this point he couldn't even dare to think on the thought of loosing his own dragon. How did you keep going with one dead from the start. It was such a delicate topics that most people didn't talk about. He'd seen them, those who lived on. Yet how did one turn that life into those of the fighters? "Rosaline?" He stood just beside her. They had climbed together, they had raced. She'd punch a lot of people but never him. She was one of his more precious friends.
What do I say? What do I do? He knew he couldn't do nothing. This was a friend who had tried so many times and ended up with grief. "Are you, gonna be okay?" There was this big lump that he tried to swallow in his throat. "Can I? Uhm, can I do. Something?" How did anyone deal with this. Taim had gone here only to enjoy the soft sand. To do the ritual of his people just once and they go on with the family stable. Now he had a dragon, alive and well. What in the world could he say to her? It was no ones fault, specially not them. Yet maybe he should just have left her a lone in her grief?
From above there came a silence and he looked up. The King begun to speak. It was over? Well that was quick! How long had they been here? He didn't know but it was past midday at least. Wow, in here there was nothing that allowed him to notice how late it was. The rays form the sun was climbing higher on the arena wall. Well slowly at least, so it wasn't that late. Slowly did both Treyel and his own eyes look far above to the royal balcony. The words was probably something that had been said for hundreds of years now but still it felt good to hear. It made him feel good for Rosaline's case that he spoke out to those with the same fate as hers. Then almost all light on the floor vanish. The royal black dragon rose to fly down. That was a huge dragon in comparison to many blacks he'd seen. It came down to pick up the princess. Well this was something unique he guessed. As the princess stood up, he narrowed his eyes to try and see. The dragon was odd, was it a light red colour? "Roasline, what dragon is that? Red?" He'd been sure it would be a black dragon.
Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2014 11:55 am
❂Rosaline Meyes❂
A dragon just died and all they're interested in is the royalty? Rosaline glared at the crowd, feeling somehow insulted by how everyone turned to watch the princess hold up a pink dragon. Whilst she knew their behaviour was normal, it somehow angered her that only a few sympathetic people only acknowledged the dead eggs discovery now that the king had spoken, although he had kindly mentioned her dead egg, which she appreciated nonetheless. She just stared at the sand, and began to pile more of the fine glittering stuff onto the area where she had buried the egg, unsure of what came next in her life. Was she sick? Would she be able to somehow make a living to keep she and her mother safe? The ceremony was over, and all of a sudden she felt numbed with grief, even though the worst of it had passed.
"Rosaline?" a vaguely familiar voice said her name as she stared at the ground and for a moment, she wanted to ignore it, but she knew she had to move eventually, so she looked up, met with the slightly familiar face of the blonde who had been watching her in the waiting room, a school mate she believed, and turned her head away again, oddly subdued for her normally fierce self who would lash out with a little provoking. She was touched to think a classmate was trying to comfort her but knowing there was nothing he could do for her shook her head, and replied, "There's nothing you can do."Why are you here anyway? she knew she had raced and climbed alongside the man, and that they were friends of sorts, but he had never taken any special interest in her before and she felt bad that she couldn't remember his name, wanting to thank him properly for trying to console her, but it just wouldn't come to mind right there and then. She considered few people close friends; she was much more focused on feeding herself and her mother than on making friends. But she knew this guy a little better than she knew most of her classmates and preferred his calm attitude opposed to all the rowdy kids at her school, and that was something.
"Pink." Rosaline answered gently, sounding distant, and she was. She felt tired, and aged beyond her years, and right then, she didn't want to think about dragons, as she had just lost one herself. It had hurt just seeing so many of the lovely creatures, happy as could be with their newfound companion, whereas she didn't have anything, other than sickness poverty and the thought that maybe she was going crazy when she had thought someone was watching her from above just a few moments ago. She was childishly upset, jealous even, but what else was she supposed to feel? Lost...maybe, but she knew her options; scrounge, fight, or perish. As soon as the worst of the grief had passed, she was immediately thinking about how she would get through the rest of the day, where she could find food and earn money, which path would be the safest on the way home. It was only natural after so many years of doing so.
Feeling a slight nudge from Cerunnos he looked over to rosalyn and felt a wave of sadness pass from his dragon to him. "She's feeling the same sadness your parents death left you. Go over and provide what comfort you can. Even though its so against you please since I can't." At first he refused then the small dragon rapidly got his arm behind him and painfully pulled it as though to point out that it was stronger than him. He slowly walked over and gently got down to one knee beside her and gently put a single hand on her shoulder and gave a reassuring squeeze as he realized she felt as bad as he did. the memory of their funerals was as painful as ever and tears began to fill his eyes. he slowly thought it out and said quietly, "The pain will pass but they live on inside your heart. Never let that memory die and live a life worth both of yours." Cerunnos gently nuzzled his head into her palm and gave her a sympathetic look. "Tell her it literally lives on" "According to him your dragon it is quite literal that it lives on in you." looking over at Taim Bartimaeus carefully said, "Look after your friend, she'll need your help. dont let her carry the burden alone." He looked back at her and found himself wishing people had been able to help him when he got saddled with that burden.
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Posted: Sat Dec 20, 2014 10:02 am
❂Rosaline Meyes❂
Another stranger tried to comfort her, but it was as if Rosaline was in a dream, a sad dream, and she only looked up when she felt something smooth brush up against her hand...it was a dragon. A live green dragon, hatched not long ago. It was almost too much to take having lost her own and being faced with a live one, but somehow she knew the creature sensed her sadness, so she didn't push it away. One hand rested on the green dragon, as she stared towards the sand, numbed with dull aching grief, even though the worst of it had passed, she felt like her world had came tumbling down, leaving her trapped and wondering what to do next. Rosaline wanted to say she was okay, but she wasn't, and right not, she couldn't find it in herself to talk as if she was, even if the poor people around her were trying in vain to comfort her.
Feeling her eyes become wet again, she bowed her head and sunk her fingers into the sand beneath her, as if to bury herself and her miseries. The sand was a blurry sparkling vision through her teary eyes, but it was one of the few small things that was comforting for her right then. At least she had ensured the dragon had been buried, and more importantly, noticed, or it might've sat there, under the sand, dying, with no one to say farewell to, calling out for her but never finding her. It was better that way, for at least the poor thing didn't die totally alone. After five minutes of weary silence, the girl stood up, and waited, waited for what the king had to say next, as she wondered, what he could have in store for her.
As the final rays from the sun left the warm golden sand, the ceremony was over. A deep horn begun to slowly sing out it's deep tone.. Slowly as it grew in strength, it was accompanied with several smaller and softer horns. Soon everything in the arena was filled with the crescendo. Pouring out of the peak of the mountain, telling the city around that it was over for this year. The sound vanished shortly after it begun and from above came the sound of hundreds of dragons rising into the air. Slowly the arena guards came in and escorted those who had not been chosen out the same way they all arrived. The giant dark brown doors of the waiting room once again stood open and minutes passed until they where closed again. On the other side a smaller door opened. Wide enough only for four people. This black door almost blending in with the wall next to it. This was the passage the chosen ones took out of the arena. The guards stood all in salute to the newly chosen, mainly the new fighters.
The Registration chamber When passing through this door, comes a sight few only see once per lifetime and fewer still never sees it. The hallway is lit by torches, showing on the left and right sides two long paintings. Depicting the growth of rider and dragon on the left and the growth of a fighter to the right. Names and ranks of famous warriors can be found with their portraits above the paintings. This hallway is ended by a big chamber that is well lit up. Rows of stone tables are in place and here there is quite a lot of people and dragons working. Dragons, riders and fighters are all registers and placed in squads. Dragons are being noted who their parents and their linage. Fighters also meet the parents of their dragon spirit. It is clearly divided left for riders and right for fighters. Seeing what powers can be unleashed without control here, there are guards and dragons for the protection of everyone.
The Registration As you arrive at teenagers and now fresh recruits are herded to their sides and tables. They are all asked various questions. They are all measured, weighted and a quick medical look. Name, age, hometown and work skills are the first to come up. Often while some one takes some sort of information from either dragon or your own body. Some odd changing question to check temper and personality comes up as well. They also check up on those who have previous dragon chosen in the family. For fighters it's more of a physical exam and check over grief. A much more caring as they are seen to be more in need. Here it can often take time if the new fighter requires a bit more attention. Everyone on the right side are chosen fighters or dragons, for the protection of everyone. When leaving the registration the newly chosen and their dragons are assigned a squad and told that the military ship will leave from Port the Draco in 3 days. They have to be on it and with their belongings.
The Meeting The final part of this day comes up when leaving the chamber and comes out in the warm sun. There is a thin walked down path in a lush grass field that goes down and around the mountain. The grass field host a lot of dragons. All standing in pair. This is where the dragons meet their new born and it's a greet and sharing. Fighters may not know but the dragons will seek out the carrier of the soul of their child.
Just so you guys know. This is just the setting and information so that you have a lot of meat to go on ^__^
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 6:34 am
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The fading light and heavy-handed voices above drew Ciela's attention away from the cracked egg in her hands. The ceremony had ended. Those who had found dragons' eggs would become dragon riders, and those who did not would go home. And Ciela had found a black dragon.
I cannot go home, she thought, feeling cold at the notion. Or perhaps it was the absence of the sun's light. Still, she had not considered this to be a possibility. Finnic had already been Chosen once, so why should another of their family have been as well? Of course, there was no proof that being family of those Chosen meant one fate or the other - although in the case of the royal family it seemed they would always be Chosen. But Finnic had been the first of her family, the first Meryt, so it had seemed a fluke.
Could this be another fluke? After all, her dragon clearly rejected her, refusing to come out of its egg.
Guards began to move into the arena to direct those who would not become riders out of the arena, and others began to funnel the rest, Chosen like her, towards a different door than whence they had come. It was far smaller, black and secretive. Ciela held the large egg to her with one arm and stooped to pick up her staff so it would not be left behind before slowly joining the others. Her stride was somewhat broken, unsure; she didn't know what this meant now. Would she be able to see her family again? Or was this it? She would now become a rider - for a dragon that still hadn't technically hatched...
Ciela was herded along with those who would probably be the only faces she would see for all of her training to come. But she wasn't particularly interested in them, yet. She wasn't antisocial, but she'd always been slow to befriend and would hardly make the first move among her peers. It was adults she got on with, learning her father's silver tongue for barter and trade and working her way into the good favour of her elders for her sense or at least guise of honour and respect. Besides, in this case, she was more interested in trying to charm the reluctant dragon in her hands. It was still despondent in its egg and no longer moved, though she could see through the hole that it still breathed.
Were black dragons known to be different? Moody? Reluctant to accept a rider or training? Ciela realized she knew very little about dragons, only familiar with their colours and what such characteristics signified in the general hierarchy of talent. She let her gaze wander to the walls around in this low lit hall through which they were urged to pass, stared down by a multitude of larger-than-life-sized paintings of former dragon riders. Ciela felt unbelievably small in the face of these legends, but drew her lips into a firm line and vowed that she would not be intimidated by this or by the dragonet that refused her attention.
"Your name?"
Ciela's facade cracked at little as she was surprised by an attendant no taller than herself but years older and baring a tablet of parchment and ushering her towards one of the long tables along with other children like her.
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2015 12:26 pm
Taim Carver
¤ Confused, intrigued and nervous¤ Registration chamber tunnel ¤ With all the rest ¤
Taim looked down at Rosaline. Pink? Did she say pink? Was that even possible for a royal to get? There was no exact knowledge of the choosing and this was a bit of dragon magic he guessed. Then came that mighty sound. He knew it by heart as he lived in the city. It was the same every year. Then came the flight of all the dragons. The sound was something amazing. The flapping echoing on the walls as it came down upon the sand. The sand that had been warm quickly cooled off. Taim looked around as those who had not been chosen and was walking back the same way they came. It made him feel some sorrow for them who'd never feel the same connection. Even more so now for Rosaline. What now? Only chosen ones where left and it was easy to spot those who would be fighters. It also struck him, these was his future comrades. It was military service from now.
Nothing would be the same for anyone now. The guards saluted them as they where shown to enter a new are. He didn't know that it existed one more gate, yet less what lied behind this new entry. The others walked towards the hole and it gave a signal on what to do now. "Rosaline, it's time to go." He tried is best to sound warm and natural. He also turned to Bartimaeus and nodded. Well it was now a new chapter in his life and he seemed to have found two others to share the start somewhat with. Well he walked towards this new gate and felt every step as he gently sunk down a bit in the sand. It had gotten quite cool in the pit now and it wasn't quite as exhausting to walk in as before.
As he joined the stream of people who walked down the lit halls he was stunned. On both sides where paintings of legends and heroes. The faces staring down upon them and their stories made him feel very small. The story around seemed to be the future in front of him. The travels that would happen soon, to all of them really. "Wooow!" It was all crazy, how old where these? This was something he'd not been told about. No one had mentioned this as far as he knew. This was something for those chosen, it was for him it was painted. Then he dared to look upon the various faces. Edward the Branded. Joan Heimslett and more. All national heroes where posted there. Riders, dragons and fighters. Painted on for all eternity, it wasn't just the stone where names where carved. Taim could end up here, a permanent mark in history.
The best part was that he wasn't alone in here and nor to be amazed. Treyel was there and curled up in a ball on Taim's shoulder. His little faze was looking all over the place and taking in this new field. Both of them grinning like morons, taken by the share awesomeness of this. Spurred by this he turned to look for Rosaline. Even she must be taken by this. After all the sadness was depicted on the wall. It seemed to end in pure might. There was several warriors painted. In the end they turned out to be strong, fast, spewing fire. All the traits fighters got. It told Taim that Rosaline had quite a future ahead of her as well. She'd be in line for something above the ordinary.
Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2015 7:42 pm
Bartimaeus walked in the hall and scanned the walls with mild curiosity. Looking down to cerunnos near his feet the small dragon seemed bored. Feeling his gaze the dragon looked at him and snickered before saying, "I'm going to be greater than them." before long the two arrived at the front and met the attendant. looking up he recieved a curt demand of "Name." "Bartimaeus Chronus." pointing at the dragon, "His name." "Cerunnos." "Genders." "Both male" "Proceed to your checkup." moving on they both had a medical checkup and discussion about his eye arose and was squashed by the lead examiner. hearing a yelp he turned to see a rather embarrassed Cerunnos with an awkward temperature check and snickered. startled back to attention with more questions he quickly answered in order his age, hometown, disposition towards disobedience, job related skills and whether or not any family members had been chosen before. "I'm 16 from just outside of the capital. I believe that only if the disobedience saves a life is it justified. I'm a skilled hunter and hunt for a living. I'm not sure but i believe my father mentioned a green rider in the family ancestry but i'm not positive." herded from there he received his squad number and orders to report to the boat in 3 days. "Squad one Cerunnos, looks like we get to stand near the front. What a drag."
His words reaching her, somehow, Rosaline eventually looked up due to the sheer amount of noise the ascending dragon caused, her eyes red, although. All there was left to do was follow the orders that were given to them; she was to be a fighter, but she felt too sad, tired and overwhelmed to care about that right now. Right now it was an insigificant detail, but at least she'd be able to earn money for she and her mother. Standing up with the sand crunching under foot, she gave the buried egg one last sad look, before following her classmate into a well lit hallway, decorated tastefully, but filled with plenty of guards. There were so many dragons, it hurt to look and once more Rosaline felt that inexplicable overwhelming sad wave of emotion threaten to take over, and as her eyes threatened to water, she looked straight ahead, going right whilst the others went left.
Feeling numb, she was checked over, and Rosline provided the information the guards asked for, who were all very gentle and soft-spoken towards her. I must look a mess, she thought, by the way they were so tender towards her. As she opened her mouth to respond to another question, she suddenly felt as if her throat was on fire- burning hot, everything tasted and smelt of ashes, and she began to choke, clutching her throat, and again, that burning hot flame seared her throat as it came out in a small ball like shape, tendrils of smoke filling the air around her. This again? she hadn't paid much attention to the scenes depicted on the walls and still had little idea as to what was going on; she felt exhausted, emotionally.
But according to a guard, she could...breath fire? Dazed, and shocked, she stared at the guard who was attending to her, and said nothing and drank a goblet of water that was kindly offered. And again, I feel watched, this is crazy, Rosaline's head was spinning from all of this news and the odd sensation of being watched by something, even though there was a roof above her head and so surely nothing could be. Feeling hands on her shoulders, which were meant to soothe her, she took a firm step away, snapped out of her daze, just wanting to space to breathe, and then answered more questions. Her dragon's shell had been red, she belonged to the Meyes family...
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2015 1:00 pm
Taim Carver
¤ Confused, intrigued and nervous¤ Registration chamber¤ With all the rest ¤
When he found Rosaline, both of them entered a lit up chamber. It was pretty big and the reason seemed to be the dragons that worked along the humans. As his friend moved to the right, he was moved to the left. With a moments wait, he was in front of a table, parchment and a soldier. The man looked at him and then down with the short question Names? It took him a second to get into reality. "Taim. uhm, Carver." Treyel gave out a little quick headbutt onto Taim's throat. The question was names, not name. "This is Treyel." A few scribbles onto the parchment and a few m-hm. Then some measurements was taken. A couple of questions of previous chosens in his family. Sara, his sister and Treme, who had been his mothers uncle. Those where the ones he knew about. This didn't seem to be one of the more social members of the staff. So Taim didn't really know what to do but stand there silly and watch as Treyel was weighed in and measured.
The instructor or what he now was, started to speak to him. A lot of information. He was to join the army recruits. Then he was given a squad to train with. Squad number three and they where scouts. Same as his sister had been but with a yellow dragon it wasn't hard to figure out why. It all came down to him. No more climbing or running. No more being free but now a strict life of orders and marching. He'd ride no more horses but then again he and Treyel would grow to be as strong as possible. He would have to tell his family. He'd have to pack, was he allowed to pack. Should he pack? They would get uniforms. Three days was a short time span, how will everyone say goodbye? Well many traveled with their kids to the ceremony. Did every do that? Could everyone afford it?
Well after his time was up Taim was told to continue down the hall and out on the other side. As he left the room he looked about for familiar faces but it went to fast for him to spot anyone. It took some time to walk but shortly the sun hit his face and he was blinded fast. In his mind Treyel noted him and gave him directions by making him feel that one direction was more right then any other. Directed and moved by his hand. The grass field was covered with chosen people, their dragons and pairs of grown dragons. Parents of the newly born. Dragons had families too and a society among the humans. The ceremony and military time was for both individuals benefit.
Two yellow dragons met up and Treyel slowly begun to use his legs after Taim put him down on the ground. Slowly he begun to his legs to scamper over to his parents. Lying on Taim had put away those few first step but they where working. As he turned to Taim the boy was very happy too meet his parents. Both dragons sniffed and took a feel for Taim but none of their riders where here. It hit Taim as he looked around and noticed only chosen ones and dragons where here. Yet a feeling came over him that this is how it meant to be. Maybe his confusion was noted by Treyel and the dragon asked his parents about it.
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2015 1:41 am
As the crowd of youths moved into their designated doors, Evelyn watched from the royal box. She did not want to turn around. Eddie curled his tail around her arm, and purred. Purred! Like a soft, scaly kitten. How could she feel ashamed for her new friend? He was lovely and sweet, and he was just a baby. She stroked his head gently, and then turned to face her father.
She imediately wished she hadn't. Her father's face wasn't angry, or disappointment, not really. He seemed more confused, very confused. She walked up to him and smiled her best, most regal smile, and held out Eddie on her arm.
"Father, this is Ediano. He's very happy to meet you."
It took him a moment, but then the King composed himself and smiled warmly. "Well, this was certainly unexpected. Hello, Ediano. But really, with you, my darling, could I really expect something else? You have always been such a gentle spirit." He reached out to stroke Eddie's head, and Eddie eagerly rubbed against his hand. Then her father gave her a big hug. "You did well down there, my darling. I was told of the speech you made in the waiting chamber. A father could not be more proud, and a King could not be more pleased."
"Shouldn't I go back down, father? For the registration?"she looked over to Carly, expecting to be taken down again, but Carly shook his head.
The king smiled. "No, my darling. You don't need to shuffle around in the cramped space with the rest of them. They already have all your physical records from our physician. And we'll find Ediano's... lineage."
Evelyn frowned."But - I should show that I am one of them. That I am not above them, that they are my people but I am their people, also."
"My dear, there are limits even to what you should do. Please, for your old father's heart. Let us fly down to the meeting grounds, and find Ediano's parents, shall we?" Evelyn sighed and nodded, climbing up on Carly together with her father, and they flew to the meeting grounds.
By the time they reached the lush mountain field, only a handful of new recruits had finished the process. Evelyn hopped off of Carly, and immediately Eddie sensed where his parents were, and pulled her in that direction. His father was a pink dragon, but his mother was black as night. That was rare, since the pink dragons were recessive genes.
Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2015 5:38 pm
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"Your name?"
"Ah, em, Meryt," Ciela said awkwardly and paused to swallow her discomfort and raise her decorated facade again, straightening her shoulders and forcing her mouth into a firm line that gave away no secrets. "My name is Ciela Meryt."
"And your-" the attendant blinked and looked at the egg in her hands. "Your dragon? Sorry, are you a rider or a fighter? Fighters are to check in over there." The attendant gestured towards the other side of the chamber where a small number of dragon-less and forlorn-faced children were comforted and coddled. Ciela's lip curled a little in momentary affront but she forced the feeling down. Of course she'd been mistaken for a fighter; there she stood bearing an egg that might well hold the body of a lifeless dragonet.
"I'm not sure if I'm a rider yet, he..." she paused. Was it a "he?" How could she know that when it wouldn't come out of its shell. And yet, she felt quiet sure that the black dragonet was male. "He is ignoring me and doesn't want to hatch... Are black dragons shy?" Her query came out a little forcefully. She needed to know if this meant she wouldn't count as a dragon rider, would get to go home and pretend this had never happened. The dragon might be meant to go with someone else and somehow she had picked him up by accident.
"So he is a black dragon," the attendant said, making a few notes on the parchment. "Well, that's better than nothing. Okay, just stand still if you could while we take some measurements, they're for your uniform and such. I'm going to keep asking you a few more questions. How old are you, Ciela Meryt?"
"I'm turning 16 very soon." Ciela said as another attendant came up behind her and began measuring her shoulders and distance between her wrist and shoulder and around her head and over her shoulders and down her leg... she tried to stop thinking about it and focus on the questions.
"Where are you from and what do you do at home?"
"Gallheim, on South Green Isle. I mostly take care of my brothers and help my father with trading. We have livestock too that I care for mostly." Why was she nervous, it was no shame to be a farmer and a trader. Was it that she felt like she was different from those who were aristocratic families or lived in the capital cities? Or was it that talking of home made her wonder when she'd get to see it again. How will Argo get home without me if I can't take her?
"Anything make you nervous? Swords? Spiders? Boys?"
Ciela flushed at the thought but forced herself to huff like none of those things were remotely unsettling. "Spiders are small and quite useful; swords, when sharp and well made, are best in the hands of those that know how to use them; and boys are unfortunately none of the above." There, see Mother? I listen to you.
"Any riders in your family?"
Ciela froze a little and subconsciously held the egg a little closer. "My brother... my half-brother... he used to be a rider." That was all she would say on the matter. It had been months since she'd last seen Finnic, and the thought of the emaciated empty shell of a person that her once bright and charming big brother had become made her nauseous. The attendant waited for a moment to see if she had other family members to mention and seemed surprised that it was only the one. A note was made, and then she was told that they would get her dragon's information when he hatched before being shuffled along again.
If he hatches...
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After her checkup was done, she was carefully guided outside, into a grassy area, and there was....fully grown dragons, and two red ones were staring right at her. Rosaline froze, unsure of why they were looking at her like that. She had been and still was so dazed by grief that she had barely paid attention to where she was going when the assistant had led her out here, only hearing something about a meeting. This was not what the young girl had had in mind when they had used those words, although she felt a wave of relief to think that she hadn't been imagining something was watching her. I'm not totally crazy...that's good, that's good. But now what? Did she approach them or did they approach her? Were they her dead dragon's parents? Were they sad or angry? Red eyes stared right at her, watching, before as if realising that this human was a little cautious, one moved forward, slowly, before nudging her with it's scaley head. All of a sudden, as if sensing the girl was sad, the normally aggressive creature huddled up close to Rosaline, its tail curling, and wrapping, protectively around her.
It was scary at first, but she felt undeniably...safe. This dragon wasn't going to hurt her, and it seemed to be sharing her own grief. They'd lost a child, and she had lost what should've been a companion, a friend, but she had had to bury the poor red egg. A little more warily than the first red dragon the other, came forward and sat quietly behind the first. Rosaline had no idea why the first red dragon was protecting her, save for sharing her grief- maybe she viewed her as family now? It was an odd thought, but a comforting one, and the second dragon finally edged closer and began to smell her, investigate the human it's child was supposed to have been presented to, and then sat down again, looking at her with what she hoped was approval. Unexpectedly, the protector dragon, shifted it's wing over her as more people poured into the meeting space, and Rosaline had to crane her neck to see the field ahead of her.
Soon, she would be leaving home, and earning a living for her family but it was still something she wasn't quite used to the idea of. Only this morning she had expected nothing to come out of her ceremony, but here she was. The future was uncertain, but it was there.
F'ryan had been up for hours, finishing up things at the orphanage. Once he had finished his duties there, he headed out into the streets to meet up with some of his classmates who were going to the ceremony as well. Today was the big day. The one they'd been waiting on for years. It was the day where it didn't matter if you were a commoner or a noble, son of a wealthy merchant or an orphan. Fair game when it came to the dragon ceremony. He hurried down the street towards the meeting area they had all decided on, the butt to his spear clacking on the ground as he used it like a walking staff. A smile flitted across F'ryan's features as he recalled how he managed to get the weapon. After years of putting in extra work for the blacksmith and trying to persuade him to part with one of his many weapons on display, the man had presented F'ryan with the spear on his 16th name day. Paired with his spear, he also had two daggers. One in each boot. Those hadn't been quite so hard won. He'd saved up the meager earnings he got and bought them from a street merchant for much cheaper than he could have gotten.
Turning a corner, F'ryan lifted an arm in greeting as he came up to a group of his classmates talking eagerly with each other. All of them were dressed in sensible clothing. Nothing to flashy and nothing to shabby. He tugged the bottom of his shirt a little and was glad that none of them had ever really mentioned the shabbiness of his clothing. Even though today he wore one of his best outfits. He wore it only on the more important errands he had to do. So they didn't have quite the wear as his other clothing. That was the great part about the school that he attended, it was one of the free ones that hosted kids from all over who either couldn't afford to send their kids to the wealthier schools, or were orphans like him. Shouldering his spear he joined the gaggle and grinned at them asking, "Well shall we? There are dragons awaiting our futures!" A few laughs and a couple friendly pats on the back and their group was off, headed to the mountain for the ceremony, moods high and hopeful.
Arriving at the mountain, they were ushered off to the waiting room just to be deposited with more questions than answers. His classmates split off to go and talk with others they knew from town and from their neighborhoods. F'ryan drifted off to the side, comfortable with staying to himself for the time being. Finding an open spot against a wall, he leaned against it, spear propped against him. He leaned his head back against the wall and let his eye's roam across the group of people in the waiting room. There weren't nearly as many people as he'd expected. Noting that he wasn't the only one keeping to himself he wondered about what the near future held for him. He could only hope it was something new and exciting. F'ryan picked his head up when a person entered the room, flanked by guards. An eyebrow rose as he then picked up whispers of the word 'princess'. That made sense. He shrugged and went back to looking at the people around him. Soon after the princess came in she walked up to the platform in front of the door to the arena and said, "Blessings upon you all, brothers and sisters. No matter where you come from, or who you are, the Dragons chose wisely, indiscriminately. So no matter who you are, today we are all sisters and brothers. Today will decide our futures. Today, we are chosen. Tomorrow, we are bonded. May you walk with dragons." He blinked, and then a smile tugged at his lips. He had liked the ring to that last part. Walk with dragons. His hand went up to the two rings than hung around his neck on a piece of thin leather. Touching them with his fingertips his thoughts went to his parents, hoping they'd be proud of him. Shortly after another person stepped up, said a few words and finally, the doors opened.
F'ryan stayed against the wall as the people in the room crowded around the door trying to get in. What was the point? They'd all get in eventually. He knew that he had just as good a chance last in as first in. He bidded his time before it calmed down and he trickled through with the last few remaining people, pausing as he crossed the threshold, his boots sinking into the sand. He blinked at the brightness and the sheer noise of the arena. He saw the kids digging around in the sand enthusiastically, trying to find their chosen. Staying out of the middle, where most seem to be concentrated, F'ryan moved towards the edge of the arena, the bottom of his spear trailing in the sand behind him. He idly pushed the sand around with his boot as he paused and glanced around, feeling kind of foolish. Throw a bunch of kids in a sand pit and have them dig around. He wasn't quite sure how not to feel foolish. He started walking again, in a daze. He started humming to himself, pausing in a patch of sand that hadn't been disturbed that much. Planting his spear in the sand next to him, he sank down to his knee's on the sand.
Feeling odd and not fully himself, F'ryan plunged his hands into the soft sand. He marveled at the texture as he dug in, pushing the sand to each side as he dug. His brow furrowed as he concentrated on keeping the sand out of his small hole he dug. There! he thought as he brushed against something hard and unlike the surrounding sand. He cleared the area around the object and his breath caught. It was an egg as black as pitch. He stilled, stunned that he had actually found one. The Mistress at the Orphanage had scoffed when he told her he was going to the ceremony. He had similar thoughts when he came, but here it was. An egg. Hand's shaking, F'ryan gently lifted the egg out of the sand. Blinking, he wondered about how cool it was. Was that normal? He'd heard from all the stories people told that they were warm from the hatchlings inside, ready to burst forth. He sat back, egg clutched in his hand as he stared at the egg, waiting for something to happen. He felt an unconditional urge to protect the egg. The air around him felt heavy, like it was waiting for something. He glanced around him at the other kids who had found eggs. They'd hatched almost immediately. Why wasn't his doing anything?
Did I get a dead egg? F'ryan thought to himself, dreading the answer. The egg still pulled at him and he brought it to his chest, head bowing over it. Had he really gotten a still born? The thought was devastating. Warmth pulsed within him, warming him from the inside out, the little heat the egg had retained from the sands seemed to seep out of it as the air grew light around him and his pull to the egg seemed to disappear. He blinked down at the egg, strength and sadness washing over him, finally coming to the realization that it was indeed a dead egg. Of all the eggs and odds of him getting chosen. He was chosen by a still born. The irony of the situation was not lost him. The orphan getting chosen, but the egg didn't even manage to hatch. Priceless. F'ryan let out a choked laugh, gritting his teeth as his eye's started to burn.
Tears started to leak from his eye's as F'ryan brought the egg to his head and pressed his forehead against it. How could he feel this sad about an unborn hatchling that he hadn't even had the chance to meet? It was like losing his parents all over again. At that thought a choked sob shuddered through him and he let out a low moan of anguish, regretting the loss of a life that he hadn't been able to be with. What was he even supposed to do with the egg? They hadn't exactly given them many instructions on this fact. He glanced around, looking at the people who seemed immune to his despair over the loss of his egg. Tears silently streaming down his face, he placed the egg back in the hole he had dug and stared at it for a moment, saying goodbye to a life he wouldn't know. He pushed the sand back over the hole and watched as the egg disappeared. Deep sorrow seemed to settle over him as F'ryan looked around at the new riders with their baby dragon's. A bitter laugh bubbled up from within him before he choked on it. Eye's widening, his hand flew to his neck as it seemed like it his very core was set on fire and he started to cough. Pain wracked him as he finally hacked out a ball of black seeming ash and smoke. Eye's widening, he scrambled back a foot or so wondering what the hell had happened to him. What's wrong with me? He wondered to himself in a daze as he turned when the King's dragon had taken flight and landed in the arena. Had they really been here long enough for everyone to find their egg's or not find them?
F'ryan stumbled to his feet, watching those that hadn't been chosen get lead out the door they had arrived from. For those that remained, a new door opened and people started to file towards it, chattering happily with eachother, there were only a few others like him. He snagged his spear from where it stood and wiped angrily at his face. Loss wasn't a new thing to him, he pushed back the grief he felt and strode towards the open door, head held high. Just because I didn't get an egg that hatched doesn't mean i'm any less important than them he thought to himself as he went over what the King had said just before the arena cleared. So that must mean I'm a fighter, F'ryan mused to himself silently.
Walking through the door he realized that the fighters were seperate from the riders for the registration. He walked over to the fighter table, noting the lack of people for them to question. F'ryan's eye's wandered over to the riders and watched them chatter amongst themselves happily, turning to their dragons occasionally. He snorted, and froze. Was that smoke that had just come from him? He coughed and grimaced as his mouth filled with an ash taste and he swallowed. That's going to be gross he thought to himself as he stepped up to give his information and answer questions.
F'ryan answered the guard who asked him the questions, and let them take their measurements without issue. They treated him with care and softly. As if he was fragile and might break. When it came to them explaining what was happening with his body he perked up. I can breathe smoke and heat? And what was that about the changes to my body? Skin hardening to scales after a few years. That was actually kind of interesting. It also explained the unbearable itching that started to rise once they started talking about the changes. This will take getting used to he thought to himself with a grimace. Once his check up was done, he rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck, itching to get out of the hallway and away from the too caring guards. Even if they did understand where he was coming from. The pain was still too raw to deal with, especially in front of all these strangers. F'ryan was led out to a large open field full of dragon pairs. His jaw dropped as he looked at all the different colors and quite frankly, the size of some of them. He noted that the riders and even the fighters were being approached or approaching the pairs. So these were the parents. He looked around a bit before his eye's stopped on a very large black dragon. Who was currently staring at him.
F'ryan looked to his left and right to see if it was staring at someone else, but when he looked back to the dragon, it was still looking at him. Shocked, he came to realize that it must be his still born's parent. He wondered about where the other parent was. Sadness clouding over him again, he started towards the dragon, head bowed slightly as he realized that instead of getting to meet with it's new hatchling, it had him instead. Not much of a fair trade. As he approached the black dragon, he realized just how big the Black dragon's were compared to the others. They were mammoth. As he stumbled to a stop in front of it, he stared hard at his feet. He couldn't bear to face them when he was proof of the fact that their child didn't live. "I'm s-sorry," He managed to choke out, tears threatening to spill over as he stared at the ground in front of him. A Black head appeared in his vision as the dragon nudged at his left hand. F'ryan glanced up out of surprise. The dragon raised it's snout to his head height and snorted, the breath smelling like smoke. He let out a strangled laugh and brought his hand up to touch the dragon's snout. It leaned into his hand just slightly and turned it's head slightly so he could see it's eye's. It's as if he could read the understanding in it's eye's. He had lost someone who would have shared his life with him. It had lost a child. Neither of them would know the child who's life was gone before it had even begun. He leaned his forehead against the snout of the dragon, taking comfort that the dragon didn't seem to hate him for what his existence meant to them.
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2015 8:36 pm
Umbra dextras, prima orbis Templa prospice, Diem ex Dei Fides sponsa, fides per Dei Missaes canta, mistrae lingua
When the attendants had finished taking her measurements and writing down her responses to their questions, Ciela waited awkwardly for a moment before moving on through the chamber - as others seemed to be doing when they had finished. She'd been waiting for them to tell her what was wrong with the dragon she held, still cocooned in his egg and still giving her no sign of intention to come out.
The chamber led to a field in which many great dragons milled slowly among the new recruits; it was the dragons that had watched them from before. High on the mountainside they had seemed so small and almost imaginary. There was no imagining now, and no illusion, the smallest dragons were the size of big horses, and they only got bigger from there.
As Ciela watched, it became clear to her that her fellow riders and fighters were being greeted by the dragons, usually by matched pairs. They are the parents. Perhaps now I will find out... her train of thought slowly and stopped as she looked down at the egg she held close to her chest. The strangest sensation came over her, one she had no ever felt in all her life that she could remember.
She felt lonely.
Growing up with multiple brothers, parents, and grandparents, loneliness was quite a foreign concept. Given the friendly camaraderie these adult dragons seemed to be exhibiting, she could think of no reason to feel this way. Is it because I'm afraid I may never see home again, never see my family? Living as far away she did, by the time her parents received word of her status as Chosen, she would already be shipped off to the military training camps and facilities.
But that wasn't it. This feeling she was having, it didn't belong to her. It felt strange and yet so personal. Ciela looked at her egg and realized it was coming from him, from the unhatched black. The girl looked around and realized that while most of the dragons seemed quick to approach the Chosen to their offspring, none had come near or acknowledged her.
"You're an orphan," the words came out slowly as it dawned on her. The dragonet seemed to stir and then returned to silence, as though daring her to take pity on him. Ciela looked around again at all the happy quartets and her heart hurt; she knelt down to place her staff on the ground beside her and held the egg with both hands.
"I am here," she said, her voice little more than a whisper. That was it; this little dragon had been alone from the start and as soon as they'd found each other she had wanted to reject him, wanted to go home to her family, something he didn't have. No wonder he wouldn't hatch... she thought, holding the egg to her chest and enveloping in a gentle embrace. "I will be your family."
Crack...
Ave vitae, Rex promissa Ave vitae, Rex veritas Fides sponsa, fides per Dei Missaes canta, mistrae lingua Missae Magnus, Fides en Dei Christus laudmus, mistraes Deus
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