SodaPopPop's Clan

The air hanging in Fantasia’s den was charged with magic, yet somehow eerily still as Prophecy entered it. She squinted against the bright light offered from the various purple crystals jutting from the walls and ground. A few lanterns floated around precariously as well, albeit not needed, occasionally bumping into each other or the walls before setting off again on a new path.

In the back of the room, she could see Fantasia. His back was turned on her as he hunched over a paper he was working on, scales glimmering in the light. A simple flick of his tail could send a gust of wind billowing throughout the room, papers strewn haphazardly around the ground fluttering about.

Clearing her throat in order to grab his attention, Prophecy began to approach the back of the den. She walked slowly, doing her best to ignore the nervous butterflies that fluttered in her stomach the closer she got. She always got anxious when someone with as much power as he held called for her. “You wished to see me, Fantasia?”

At the sound of her voice Fantasia looked up, turning towards her as his face lit up in a smile that honestly looked more frightening than welcoming. “Ah, Prophecy! Good, good...I was wondering when you would stop by.” He beckoned her forward with the claws that weren’t holding the quill he had been working with, turning back to continue writing. “I have something very important to discuss with you, dear.”

Prophecy came closer to stand by his side, watching as he finished the paper he was working on with a flourished signature.

“As you know, our community has become quite crowded lately.” He said as he picked up the scroll, passing it to her. “It has come to our attention that it may be time to send out our responsible followers to start building their own clans to follow the Arcanist.”

Prophecy looked up at him inquisitively before skimming the writing on the scroll. As she finished reading she could feel her heart skip a beat.

“You want me to start my own clan?”

“Yes.  Prophecy, we believe you have what it takes to create a wonderful clan to serve the Arcanist.” Fantasia had moved to gather more scrolls as he spoke, continuing before Prophecy could begin to respond. “Knowledgeable, friendly, kind...You would make a great leader one day...if, of course, you accept.”

“You truly believe that? All of you?” Prophecy asked, unable to hide the awe that was seeping into her voice. The higher ups of the clan, her clan, thought she had what it takes to become the leader for a new generation of dragons to serve the Arcanist? She could hardly believe what she was hearing.

Fantasia smiled at her, eyes gleaming with amusement after her child-like excitement. “We do. So what do you say?” He held out the rest of the scrolls to her, a mixture of maps and instructions. “Do you accept?”

Prophecy couldn't help but grin.

“I will do you proud, Fantasia.”

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She had been searching for days, wandering the outskirts of the Crystalspine Reaches tirelessly. It seemed as if every dragon she encountered already had a clan of their own, and the few loners she did find merely scoffed in her face as she asked if they would be interested in joining her.

She was almost ready to give up when her luck took a turn for the better.  It all started when a fae landed on the tip of her nose.

“Why the long face, stranger?” The tiny dragon had chirped, voice relatively high and cheery for a fae. “A pretty dragon like you shouldn't be frowning!”

Prophecy had laughed at that, smiling for the first time in a while, nearly knocking the fae off of her in the process. A brave one, this little thing. Not many faes would approach a dragon as big as her without apprehension.

“Pretty dragon like me, hm? Haven't heard that in a while. What is your name, little one?”

“Pixie.” The fae responded, taking off from her nose to hover in front of her face. “And you are?”

“Prophecy.” The Guardian responded, earning a hum from the fae.

“A pretty name for a pretty dragon. You haven't answered my question, though.”

Prophecy let out another tiny huff of laughter at his bravery. “I have been sent to start a new clan to serve the Arcanist, but I'm beginning to believe they may have chose the wrong dragon for the job.”

The fae’s eyes lit up with excitement as Prophecy finished speaking. “A new clan? I've been searching everywhere for a clan that would let me join!”

“Have you?” Prophecy asked, watching as the fae flitted around happily.

“Yes! Oh, this is such great news! We can start a clan together!” Prophecy grinned, chuckling to herself. She hadn’t even asked him if he had wanted to join her, but it seems he had made up his mind.

They were in this together.