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Deep in the [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=explore&map=8]Mirrorlight Promenade[/url] of the [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=explore&map=8]Sunbeam Ruins[/url] lies a large Lair with a banner fluttering high above in the sun's Light, and inside lies a vast library...
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"Why, hello! Welcome to the Library of Ventures, Clan Paladin's exclusive library! I'm one of the librarians here, but seeing as our head librarian, [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=251571&tab=dragon&did=24140747]Chocoll[/url], is busy, you can come to me for any questions. My name is Gigi, the Protector of Organization, and I mostly keep track and organize the history of the Clan itself and it's residents.
Clan Paladin is a haven of all Dragons, as the founders, [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=251571&tab=dragon&did=24129266]Galiwyth [/url]and[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=dragon&id=251571&did=24129267] Milithinal[/url], disapprove of bias of all kinds due to Milithinal's own background. Thus, the Clan members range from all types of every kind, each earning their place among the Clan as the Protectors.
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[font=book antiqua][size=4][u]Information:[/u][/size]
[s]Introduction[/s]
[url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2233893#post_28323854]Dragons of Clan Paladin[/url]
[url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2233893/1#post_28323871]Allies of the Clan[/url]
[url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2233893#post_28323882]GD Links of Each Story[/url]
[size=4][u]Lore Chapters:[/u][/size]
[url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2233893#post_28323861]Prologue: After the Storm[/url]
[size=4][u]Individual Lore:[/u][/size]
[url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2233893/1#post_28624897]Atlas: Living in Sunlight[/url]
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Deep in the Mirrorlight Promenade of the Sunbeam Ruins lies a large Lair with a banner fluttering high above in the sun's Light, and inside lies a vast library...
"Why, hello! Welcome to the Library of Ventures, Clan Paladin's exclusive library! I'm one of the librarians here, but seeing as our head librarian, Chocoll, is busy, you can come to me for any questions. My name is Gigi, the Protector of Organization, and I mostly keep track and organize the history of the Clan itself and it's residents.
Clan Paladin is a haven of all Dragons, as the founders, Galiwyth and Milithinal, disapprove of bias of all kinds due to Milithinal's own background. Thus, the Clan members range from all types of every kind, each earning their place among the Clan as the Protectors.
|| He/She/They | FRT+3 | INFP | Demi x3 | Lore Clan | Eternal Acolight ||
[center][size=7][font=century gothic]Prologue: After the Storm[/font][/size]
[size=2][font=century]This story was originally written for the [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2108744/1#post_2108744]2016 Valentines Cutest Couple Competition[/url]. It won the Most Adorable Couple prize, and soon after became the Origin Story for the Clan. Critique is welcome![/size]
[font=book antiqua][u]Dragons[/u]: Galiwyth, Milithinal[/center]
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[center][size=3][font=book antiqua]The sky, clouded by the increasingly dark void of the oncoming storm, the foreboding rain falling from the restless mist. Dark swirls of cloud could be seen high above as the Dragons of the Sunbeam Ruins hurried home, carrying their newly bought prizes back to their Lairs, preparing themselves for the unnaturally harsh storm. As lightning flashed across the sky, a lone shadow flew towards the relentless rain. The lightning scarred the grey sky once again, revealing the apparition of the female Dragon against the void.
The sleek figure, steely gray, made her yellow eyes glow against her face, though the brightness was greatly dimmed in pain. The wings of the Mirror Dragon was forest green, flapping roughly against the gale and gusts in unguarded fervor. The rain, falling heavily in a harsh cold manner, felt soothing to the Mirror's tear streaked face, numbing the fiery darkness raging within her.
The Dragon, flying head long into the storm without a care, and would have kept going until.... Flash! The lightning of the storm struck in all but a fleeting moment, but the Dragon did not care, welcoming the encroaching darkness. Free falling, the last thing the Mirror saw before she was swallowed by the void was a sudden a streak of blue and purple before the world went dark.
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"....Nnn..."
Light filled the closed eyes of the Mirror, waking her slowly as confusion dripped away enough for her to be aware of her surroundings. She lay, curled, on a soft bed of creamy silk. The smooth and warm silk felt soothing to the Dragon's cold, gray body. The soft light and warmth caused her to sigh in relief, almost falling back to peaceful sleep. But before she fell asleep, a thought struck her. She quickly sat up, albeit a bit painfully, causing her to cringe slightly.
"You're awake," a masculine but gentle voice said. The Mirror looked up to see a large Guardian in the arch of the small Lair room. He slowly stepped closer, giving her a chance to measure the newcomer. He was very muscular, but relatively smaller than most Guardians. When he looked down at where she lay, she noticed that he was still a young Dragon. His bright blue scales that covered his lean body contrasted his purple wings, His eyes glowing a warm yellow, standing out against the stern but not unkind face. She warily watched him to see if he was hostile, but he never stepped closer and didn’t seem to be threatening her, which gave her a chance to look around the room.
The room she was in was very plain, but clean and neat, the design a common sight in the Sunbeam Ruins. What little furnishing there was had the most simplest of decor, mainly just being the small bedding she laid upon and a small bed-side stone table. The room looked to have been newly cleaned, and she saw that the light filtered in from the semi-transparent window panes, giving the whole room a warm and cozy feel.
She glanced back at the Guardian. He walked over to one of the windows and pushed it open carefully with his claws. The light, bright from the new day's sun, caused his entire body to be bathed in it, making his scales glow. She watched him as he closed the window again, but this time leaving it cracked open a bit, letting in a small stream of continuous light and a small breeze. He glanced at her sideways before he walked back through the archway. She got up to follow him, but then found her left wing, covered in bandages, hurt greatly as she tried fruitlessly to refold it, and in the end had to let it hang down uselessly at her side.
"Don't," he called from the next room, out of sight. The Mirror huffed, but not having the strength to get up, she collapsed back on the bed in annoyed defeat. A moment later, the Guardian reappeared with a bundle of silk hanging from his teeth. He walked up close to her, but not too close. Then he slowly dipped his head, laying the bundle on the ground. When he let it go, the bundle unfolded to reveal a variety of meat. The Mirror looked at it in surprise before glancing up at the Guardian.
"Eat. To regain your strength," He simply told her as he walked back out. She watched him go till he rounded a corner and his tail disappeared behind it. She carefully leaned down to take a piece, her eyes kept firmly on the doorway, inner cautious instincts warning her this may be a trap. Her suspicion quickly disappeared, however, when she tasted the juicy and succulent meat, and she started to eat up all of it in joyful haste. She had just finished the last piece when she heard a small chuckle. She looked up and saw the Guardian standing in the doorway, another silken bundle in his teeth, a small smirk evident on his lips.
"You're very underweight. Now I know why," he simply said after putting the silk down, revealing more meat. She looked at it in anticipation, but glanced at him, a mix of suspicion and gratitude on her face. He began to walk away before she asked him a question, causing him to pause.
"Why are you so kind to me? You've never met me before," She asked him, watching for his reaction. He looked back at her, his yellow eyes glowing in thought before he answered her.
"Because you're hurt," he finally said, turning back. The Mirror frowned at this.
"Only because I'm injured?" She more stated than asked. He stopped again, but this time he didn't look at her as he still faced forward.
"Not all injuries are physical." He then left her to her own thoughts.
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"Will you at least tell me your name if nothing else?" The Mirror asked him. They were both in the Library, reading a few of the many books that covered the walls along with interesting trinkets here and there. The Mirror had been pestering the Guardian the entire time with questions, but with his quiet and secretive nature, she hasn't been able to get a single answer from him yet. This time also seemed to be a silent answer, but to her surprise, he spoke.
"...Galiwyth." He said after a beat of silence, his eyes glued to the book open before him. The Mirror looked at him, observing him in quiet interest.
"Galiwyth? Interesting name. I kind of like it," she told him. This caused him to look at her, mild surprise in his eyes before he could try to suppress it. She just smiled back at his expression, feeling unexplainably happy. After looking at her for a moment, he abruptly turned his head back to the book, his face taking on the stern look he got whenever he was thinking deeply about something.
"...Why were you alone?" Galiwyth finally asked after a while. They were both again absorbed in their books, so it took a moment for her to process the question.
"Oh, you mean why I'm by myself instead of a Pack with other Mirror Dragons?" She asked back. The Guardian nodded, looking at her sideways. She thought for a moment, her smile escaping her lips as a foggy cloud floated across her eyes. But just as quickly, her smile reappeared as if it was never gone, if albeit a bit more saddened now.
"I… I'm not cut out for that sort of thing," She finally got out, choosing her words carefully, turning her focus to one of the windows, watching the sunlight dance across the ground. "So I thought that it would be best if I left; I didn't want to burden them after all," she finished with a careless shrug, but the tone in her voice clearly showed she was holding back something. But Galiwyth just hummed and went back to reading his book, seeming not to take notice as the smaller Dragon letting out a sigh of relief, happy he dropped the topic.
"...I always wondered something," the Mirror brought up after another few seconds of silence. Galiwyth turned to her, his eyes prompting her to continue.
"Where's your Charge? All Guardian Dragons have one, right?" The Mirror asked sincerely, tilting her head as she looked up to the bigger Dragon. He was silent for a few seconds before he finally answered, not looking at her directly.
"....Haven't found one." The far away look in his eyes caused a strange sensation in her chest, causing her to want to say something, anything, but she remained silent. She lapsed into her own thoughts, the air now seeming to be weighted like many stones bearing down on them.
"...What's yours?" The Mirror's thoughts broke at his sudden question, causing her to look up.
"Hmm?"
"Your name," Galiwyth explained. Again she smiled at him, relieved that the heavy atmosphere had subsided.
"Oh, my name is Milithinal," she said.
"Milithinal.... A beautiful name for a beautiful Dragon," Galiwyth said quietly, still looking at his book, but tilted his head away so she couldn't see his face. Though he said it quietly, she still caught part of it. When she leaned over to see his face better, she saw that his cheeks were slightly purple in color. At first she thought he was sick, but then realized what it really meant.
"Are you...embarrassed?" She asked, surprise in her voice. He didn't answer her, but his cheeks grew all the more purple, almost magenta in color. This caused Milithinal to smile at this new discovery.
"You are embarrassed! There's no need to be, you know," she said a little teasingly. He only grumbled as she chuckled in that bright, sunlit room.
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Many weeks have passed since Milithinal came to live with Galiwyth. As time went on, her injuries from her past were slowly forgotten and healed as she got to know the blue Guardian.
Despite her initial thought of him being just a quiet Dragon, she learned much about and from him. They would talk late into the night about many things, from what they read in books to their own life stories, though there were many things Milithinal kept from her new found companion.
She learned that he's the only child of two Guardian Dragons that both died before he hatched from being caught in the crossfire of warring Dragon Clans. She came to know many things that he dreamed and aspired to, as well as many of his regrets.
Though she did tell him a bit about her life and dreams of the future, she still couldn't get herself to tell Galiwyth why she flew into the storm that night, but she was grateful that he never pushed her for an answer. But despite being more than grateful for all he has done for her, her guilt kept eating at her, though she promised herself to never tell him her true feelings.
As time went on however, despite the seemingly endless kindness Galiwyth always showed her, Milithinal couldn't help but feel more and more of being nothing but a trouble to him. Whenever he goes out hunting, She always would want to go with him, but he would never allow her because of her injured wing. Even after it had almost completely healed, he still wouldn't let her come with him, saying it was too dangerous. Still, after she recovered from her injured status, the more she spent with the generous and kind Galiwyth the more the guilt grew, especially since he never asked for her to do anything in return.
After a time, the guilt grew too much for her to bear. [i]I can't stay here, being such a useless freeloader[/i], she thought bitterly. When he went to go hunting that day, she decided it was time to leave. But, whenever she thought of leaving this warm and bright place, her chest ached in a foreign way she never felt before.
Determination and guilt driving her forward, she ignored the pain pulsing from her chest, grabbing a small square of parchment and writing carefully, trying her best to ignore the tears swelling in her eyes. When she finished, she carefully placed the letter on her bed. Knowing he would be back soon, she walked over to her window and carefully opened it.
She stepped onto the window sill, looking out into the starry evening, the sun below the horizon causing rays of purple and pink to pierce through the clouds. Her wing, almost completely healed except for a slight pain from long flights, spread wide open along with her other uninjured wing. She felt the cool breeze on her face, so very different from the night she first came to be at this warm place. Taking a deep breath, she glanced back at the empty Lair, still filled with that warmth.
"Goodbye," she whispered before turning back to the sky. She lifted her wings and took off, but though she knew it was for the best, she couldn't help but feel a piercing pain in her chest as she flew into the night, tears dripping like fallen stars.
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"Milithinal?" Galiwyth called as he rounded the corner to her room, wondering why the Lair seemed so empty. In his mouth he carried a silk bundle containing meat he got from the Training Fields earlier that day. When he walked into her room, he stopped in his tracks when he noticed that the Mirror Dragon was missing. He looked around swiftly, and before he went to check the rest of the Lair, he noticed a piece of parchment on her bed. He walked over to it cautiously, fearing the worst. Written in a neat but shaky hand writing, it read:
"Dearest Galiwyth,
Thank you so much for all you have done for me. You have done much more for me then I could ever repay in these last few weeks. Though I have spent many hours with you, I have come to terms with my suppressed darkness, and very regretfully I can't stay any longer, as being a burden to you is something I have come to fear. I hope you will forget about me. Enlarge your Clan with your ever caring nature, and please don't think of me. Please?
With much more gratitude then I could ever show,
Milithinal"
He swung his head to the open window, looking out to the darkness of night, the moonlight's rays falling across the floor of the small cold room.
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"Agh!"
The cry rang out into the night. The Dragon backed up, her still injured wing hung limply at her side as she held a claw to her chest where a scratch was visibly red against her gray body. Closing in were a group of feral creatures and monsters. The leader of the pack and the one who injured her stepped closer, the others circling around her. She backed up till she felt the bark of a large tree on her back.
[i]Is this it?[/i] Milithinal thought as more and more of the vicious creatures stepped closer. The leader raised his claws for the final blow. She closed her eyes in anticipation, waiting for the strike. But instead of feeling the hit, she heard something startling. A furious roar echoed through the woods, causing all to look up. Descending from the sky, she saw in surprise the outline of a Guardian's wings and head, yellow eyes glowing out from the shadow.
All the creatures, scared from the second Dragon's appearance and sudden entrance, quickly scattered as they retreated into the trees. Milithinal stayed where she was, however, as she felt the gash on her chest bleed, but didn't take her eyes off of the Guardian as he landed.
When he touched down, he scanned the trees carefully before looking at her. She flinched slightly, her ear fins flattening slightly against her head as he stepped closer. When he was directly in front of her, she closed her eyes fearfully. But instead of anything bad, she was stunned when he did nothing.
When she looked up in confusion, her heart pulsed in pain. He stood in front of her, but instead of the warm yellow of his eyes she was so used to, they were now dimmed from a deep pain and betrayal. Before she could say something, anything, he turned his back on her. She watched him in heavy silence as he lifted his wings. But before he could take off, she found her voice.
"Wait!" She cried out, desperation lacing her voice. He paused, but wouldn't turn to look at her. She continued on in rushed pain and regret.
"Galiwyth, I'm sincerely sorry! I never meant to hurt you like this. I-I just never wanted to be a burden to you, so I left, because I thought it would be better this way!" She cried, staggering as she stood up. As she spoke, he slowly turned to look at her, folding his wings slightly. "It's just that, I couldn't bare to lose someone else who was important to me! I just couldn't..." She whispered the last part, tears falling unchecked. She looked down, her grey head hanging from all her pent up emotions she kept locked in her heart. But, before she fell into despair, she was quite surprised to feel gentle claws lift her up in a sweet, gentle princess hold, her broken wing carefully folded as he held her.
When she looked up in surprise and confusion, she was stunned when she saw the most gentle smile on his face as he looked down at her before concentrating back on the sky. He lifted his wings, beating strongly yet gently as he took to the air. Despite her many questions, he never spoke as they passed over the moonlit land, and the two fell into silence as he smoothly flew into the night.
"I never thought of you as a burden." Milithinal looked up, eyes wide. The Guardian stared straight ahead, refusing to look at her. "And, you're not the only one scared of losing someone important, for every Guardian has a Charge to protect." he stated, still looking ahead. She lay there in his arms, shocked at what he just revealed. Before she could say anything, he glanced at her with that same gentle smile, his yellow eyes glowing warmly. After a moment, she smiled, too, in warm, loving defeat, and it was a defeat she was most definitely willing to take.
"I guess we both have someone important to protect," she said softly, her eyes closed as she fell into the first deep and peaceful sleep she had in a very long time. Galiwyth just kept silent, the same smile on his face as he reached their Lair and home.[/center]
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[center][size=1]Dislcaimer: I'm not a Romance writer and I seriously doubt I'll ever be one... I must admit I did try hard for this one, though. [/size][/center]
Prologue: After the Storm
This story was originally written for the 2016 Valentines Cutest Couple Competition. It won the Most Adorable Couple prize, and soon after became the Origin Story for the Clan. Critique is welcome!
Dragons: Galiwyth, Milithinal
The sky, clouded by the increasingly dark void of the oncoming storm, the foreboding rain falling from the restless mist. Dark swirls of cloud could be seen high above as the Dragons of the Sunbeam Ruins hurried home, carrying their newly bought prizes back to their Lairs, preparing themselves for the unnaturally harsh storm. As lightning flashed across the sky, a lone shadow flew towards the relentless rain. The lightning scarred the grey sky once again, revealing the apparition of the female Dragon against the void.
The sleek figure, steely gray, made her yellow eyes glow against her face, though the brightness was greatly dimmed in pain. The wings of the Mirror Dragon was forest green, flapping roughly against the gale and gusts in unguarded fervor. The rain, falling heavily in a harsh cold manner, felt soothing to the Mirror's tear streaked face, numbing the fiery darkness raging within her.
The Dragon, flying head long into the storm without a care, and would have kept going until.... Flash! The lightning of the storm struck in all but a fleeting moment, but the Dragon did not care, welcoming the encroaching darkness. Free falling, the last thing the Mirror saw before she was swallowed by the void was a sudden a streak of blue and purple before the world went dark.
"....Nnn..."
Light filled the closed eyes of the Mirror, waking her slowly as confusion dripped away enough for her to be aware of her surroundings. She lay, curled, on a soft bed of creamy silk. The smooth and warm silk felt soothing to the Dragon's cold, gray body. The soft light and warmth caused her to sigh in relief, almost falling back to peaceful sleep. But before she fell asleep, a thought struck her. She quickly sat up, albeit a bit painfully, causing her to cringe slightly.
"You're awake," a masculine but gentle voice said. The Mirror looked up to see a large Guardian in the arch of the small Lair room. He slowly stepped closer, giving her a chance to measure the newcomer. He was very muscular, but relatively smaller than most Guardians. When he looked down at where she lay, she noticed that he was still a young Dragon. His bright blue scales that covered his lean body contrasted his purple wings, His eyes glowing a warm yellow, standing out against the stern but not unkind face. She warily watched him to see if he was hostile, but he never stepped closer and didn’t seem to be threatening her, which gave her a chance to look around the room.
The room she was in was very plain, but clean and neat, the design a common sight in the Sunbeam Ruins. What little furnishing there was had the most simplest of decor, mainly just being the small bedding she laid upon and a small bed-side stone table. The room looked to have been newly cleaned, and she saw that the light filtered in from the semi-transparent window panes, giving the whole room a warm and cozy feel.
She glanced back at the Guardian. He walked over to one of the windows and pushed it open carefully with his claws. The light, bright from the new day's sun, caused his entire body to be bathed in it, making his scales glow. She watched him as he closed the window again, but this time leaving it cracked open a bit, letting in a small stream of continuous light and a small breeze. He glanced at her sideways before he walked back through the archway. She got up to follow him, but then found her left wing, covered in bandages, hurt greatly as she tried fruitlessly to refold it, and in the end had to let it hang down uselessly at her side.
"Don't," he called from the next room, out of sight. The Mirror huffed, but not having the strength to get up, she collapsed back on the bed in annoyed defeat. A moment later, the Guardian reappeared with a bundle of silk hanging from his teeth. He walked up close to her, but not too close. Then he slowly dipped his head, laying the bundle on the ground. When he let it go, the bundle unfolded to reveal a variety of meat. The Mirror looked at it in surprise before glancing up at the Guardian.
"Eat. To regain your strength," He simply told her as he walked back out. She watched him go till he rounded a corner and his tail disappeared behind it. She carefully leaned down to take a piece, her eyes kept firmly on the doorway, inner cautious instincts warning her this may be a trap. Her suspicion quickly disappeared, however, when she tasted the juicy and succulent meat, and she started to eat up all of it in joyful haste. She had just finished the last piece when she heard a small chuckle. She looked up and saw the Guardian standing in the doorway, another silken bundle in his teeth, a small smirk evident on his lips.
"You're very underweight. Now I know why," he simply said after putting the silk down, revealing more meat. She looked at it in anticipation, but glanced at him, a mix of suspicion and gratitude on her face. He began to walk away before she asked him a question, causing him to pause.
"Why are you so kind to me? You've never met me before," She asked him, watching for his reaction. He looked back at her, his yellow eyes glowing in thought before he answered her.
"Because you're hurt," he finally said, turning back. The Mirror frowned at this.
"Only because I'm injured?" She more stated than asked. He stopped again, but this time he didn't look at her as he still faced forward.
"Not all injuries are physical." He then left her to her own thoughts.
"Will you at least tell me your name if nothing else?" The Mirror asked him. They were both in the Library, reading a few of the many books that covered the walls along with interesting trinkets here and there. The Mirror had been pestering the Guardian the entire time with questions, but with his quiet and secretive nature, she hasn't been able to get a single answer from him yet. This time also seemed to be a silent answer, but to her surprise, he spoke.
"...Galiwyth." He said after a beat of silence, his eyes glued to the book open before him. The Mirror looked at him, observing him in quiet interest.
"Galiwyth? Interesting name. I kind of like it," she told him. This caused him to look at her, mild surprise in his eyes before he could try to suppress it. She just smiled back at his expression, feeling unexplainably happy. After looking at her for a moment, he abruptly turned his head back to the book, his face taking on the stern look he got whenever he was thinking deeply about something.
"...Why were you alone?" Galiwyth finally asked after a while. They were both again absorbed in their books, so it took a moment for her to process the question.
"Oh, you mean why I'm by myself instead of a Pack with other Mirror Dragons?" She asked back. The Guardian nodded, looking at her sideways. She thought for a moment, her smile escaping her lips as a foggy cloud floated across her eyes. But just as quickly, her smile reappeared as if it was never gone, if albeit a bit more saddened now.
"I… I'm not cut out for that sort of thing," She finally got out, choosing her words carefully, turning her focus to one of the windows, watching the sunlight dance across the ground. "So I thought that it would be best if I left; I didn't want to burden them after all," she finished with a careless shrug, but the tone in her voice clearly showed she was holding back something. But Galiwyth just hummed and went back to reading his book, seeming not to take notice as the smaller Dragon letting out a sigh of relief, happy he dropped the topic.
"...I always wondered something," the Mirror brought up after another few seconds of silence. Galiwyth turned to her, his eyes prompting her to continue.
"Where's your Charge? All Guardian Dragons have one, right?" The Mirror asked sincerely, tilting her head as she looked up to the bigger Dragon. He was silent for a few seconds before he finally answered, not looking at her directly.
"....Haven't found one." The far away look in his eyes caused a strange sensation in her chest, causing her to want to say something, anything, but she remained silent. She lapsed into her own thoughts, the air now seeming to be weighted like many stones bearing down on them.
"...What's yours?" The Mirror's thoughts broke at his sudden question, causing her to look up.
"Hmm?"
"Your name," Galiwyth explained. Again she smiled at him, relieved that the heavy atmosphere had subsided.
"Oh, my name is Milithinal," she said.
"Milithinal.... A beautiful name for a beautiful Dragon," Galiwyth said quietly, still looking at his book, but tilted his head away so she couldn't see his face. Though he said it quietly, she still caught part of it. When she leaned over to see his face better, she saw that his cheeks were slightly purple in color. At first she thought he was sick, but then realized what it really meant.
"Are you...embarrassed?" She asked, surprise in her voice. He didn't answer her, but his cheeks grew all the more purple, almost magenta in color. This caused Milithinal to smile at this new discovery.
"You are embarrassed! There's no need to be, you know," she said a little teasingly. He only grumbled as she chuckled in that bright, sunlit room.
Many weeks have passed since Milithinal came to live with Galiwyth. As time went on, her injuries from her past were slowly forgotten and healed as she got to know the blue Guardian.
Despite her initial thought of him being just a quiet Dragon, she learned much about and from him. They would talk late into the night about many things, from what they read in books to their own life stories, though there were many things Milithinal kept from her new found companion.
She learned that he's the only child of two Guardian Dragons that both died before he hatched from being caught in the crossfire of warring Dragon Clans. She came to know many things that he dreamed and aspired to, as well as many of his regrets.
Though she did tell him a bit about her life and dreams of the future, she still couldn't get herself to tell Galiwyth why she flew into the storm that night, but she was grateful that he never pushed her for an answer. But despite being more than grateful for all he has done for her, her guilt kept eating at her, though she promised herself to never tell him her true feelings.
As time went on however, despite the seemingly endless kindness Galiwyth always showed her, Milithinal couldn't help but feel more and more of being nothing but a trouble to him. Whenever he goes out hunting, She always would want to go with him, but he would never allow her because of her injured wing. Even after it had almost completely healed, he still wouldn't let her come with him, saying it was too dangerous. Still, after she recovered from her injured status, the more she spent with the generous and kind Galiwyth the more the guilt grew, especially since he never asked for her to do anything in return.
After a time, the guilt grew too much for her to bear. I can't stay here, being such a useless freeloader, she thought bitterly. When he went to go hunting that day, she decided it was time to leave. But, whenever she thought of leaving this warm and bright place, her chest ached in a foreign way she never felt before.
Determination and guilt driving her forward, she ignored the pain pulsing from her chest, grabbing a small square of parchment and writing carefully, trying her best to ignore the tears swelling in her eyes. When she finished, she carefully placed the letter on her bed. Knowing he would be back soon, she walked over to her window and carefully opened it.
She stepped onto the window sill, looking out into the starry evening, the sun below the horizon causing rays of purple and pink to pierce through the clouds. Her wing, almost completely healed except for a slight pain from long flights, spread wide open along with her other uninjured wing. She felt the cool breeze on her face, so very different from the night she first came to be at this warm place. Taking a deep breath, she glanced back at the empty Lair, still filled with that warmth.
"Goodbye," she whispered before turning back to the sky. She lifted her wings and took off, but though she knew it was for the best, she couldn't help but feel a piercing pain in her chest as she flew into the night, tears dripping like fallen stars.
"Milithinal?" Galiwyth called as he rounded the corner to her room, wondering why the Lair seemed so empty. In his mouth he carried a silk bundle containing meat he got from the Training Fields earlier that day. When he walked into her room, he stopped in his tracks when he noticed that the Mirror Dragon was missing. He looked around swiftly, and before he went to check the rest of the Lair, he noticed a piece of parchment on her bed. He walked over to it cautiously, fearing the worst. Written in a neat but shaky hand writing, it read:
"Dearest Galiwyth,
Thank you so much for all you have done for me. You have done much more for me then I could ever repay in these last few weeks. Though I have spent many hours with you, I have come to terms with my suppressed darkness, and very regretfully I can't stay any longer, as being a burden to you is something I have come to fear. I hope you will forget about me. Enlarge your Clan with your ever caring nature, and please don't think of me. Please?
With much more gratitude then I could ever show,
Milithinal"
He swung his head to the open window, looking out to the darkness of night, the moonlight's rays falling across the floor of the small cold room.
"Agh!"
The cry rang out into the night. The Dragon backed up, her still injured wing hung limply at her side as she held a claw to her chest where a scratch was visibly red against her gray body. Closing in were a group of feral creatures and monsters. The leader of the pack and the one who injured her stepped closer, the others circling around her. She backed up till she felt the bark of a large tree on her back.
Is this it? Milithinal thought as more and more of the vicious creatures stepped closer. The leader raised his claws for the final blow. She closed her eyes in anticipation, waiting for the strike. But instead of feeling the hit, she heard something startling. A furious roar echoed through the woods, causing all to look up. Descending from the sky, she saw in surprise the outline of a Guardian's wings and head, yellow eyes glowing out from the shadow.
All the creatures, scared from the second Dragon's appearance and sudden entrance, quickly scattered as they retreated into the trees. Milithinal stayed where she was, however, as she felt the gash on her chest bleed, but didn't take her eyes off of the Guardian as he landed.
When he touched down, he scanned the trees carefully before looking at her. She flinched slightly, her ear fins flattening slightly against her head as he stepped closer. When he was directly in front of her, she closed her eyes fearfully. But instead of anything bad, she was stunned when he did nothing.
When she looked up in confusion, her heart pulsed in pain. He stood in front of her, but instead of the warm yellow of his eyes she was so used to, they were now dimmed from a deep pain and betrayal. Before she could say something, anything, he turned his back on her. She watched him in heavy silence as he lifted his wings. But before he could take off, she found her voice.
"Wait!" She cried out, desperation lacing her voice. He paused, but wouldn't turn to look at her. She continued on in rushed pain and regret.
"Galiwyth, I'm sincerely sorry! I never meant to hurt you like this. I-I just never wanted to be a burden to you, so I left, because I thought it would be better this way!" She cried, staggering as she stood up. As she spoke, he slowly turned to look at her, folding his wings slightly. "It's just that, I couldn't bare to lose someone else who was important to me! I just couldn't..." She whispered the last part, tears falling unchecked. She looked down, her grey head hanging from all her pent up emotions she kept locked in her heart. But, before she fell into despair, she was quite surprised to feel gentle claws lift her up in a sweet, gentle princess hold, her broken wing carefully folded as he held her.
When she looked up in surprise and confusion, she was stunned when she saw the most gentle smile on his face as he looked down at her before concentrating back on the sky. He lifted his wings, beating strongly yet gently as he took to the air. Despite her many questions, he never spoke as they passed over the moonlit land, and the two fell into silence as he smoothly flew into the night.
"I never thought of you as a burden." Milithinal looked up, eyes wide. The Guardian stared straight ahead, refusing to look at her. "And, you're not the only one scared of losing someone important, for every Guardian has a Charge to protect." he stated, still looking ahead. She lay there in his arms, shocked at what he just revealed. Before she could say anything, he glanced at her with that same gentle smile, his yellow eyes glowing warmly. After a moment, she smiled, too, in warm, loving defeat, and it was a defeat she was most definitely willing to take.
"I guess we both have someone important to protect," she said softly, her eyes closed as she fell into the first deep and peaceful sleep she had in a very long time. Galiwyth just kept silent, the same smile on his face as he reached their Lair and home.
Dislcaimer: I'm not a Romance writer and I seriously doubt I'll ever be one... I must admit I did try hard for this one, though.
|| He/She/They | FRT+3 | INFP | Demi x3 | Lore Clan | Eternal Acolight ||
[center][size=5][font=century gothic]The Allies of Clan Paladin[/font][/size][/center]
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Clan @Superblox became an ally after [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=330150&tab=dragon&did=34583589]Dawn[/url], an Equinox Dawnbringer hatchling of former Paladin residents [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=view&id=30024&tab=dragon&did=31737386]Seabreeze[/url] and [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=view&id=30024&tab=dragon&did=32938373]Sunsky[/url], left and join the newly formed Clan. Knowing the struggle of forming a new Clan, Dawn expressed her enjoyment of the Clan and convinced the Seven Major Protectors to lend the Clan a hand, and Clan Paladin continues to support Clan Superblox to the present.[/columns]
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[center][center][size=7][font=century gothic][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=251571&tab=dragon&did=27681275]Atlas[/url]: Living in Sunlight[/size]
[size=2]This is a short story/drabble of how [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=251571&tab=dragon&did=27681275]Atlas[/url] came to be with [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=dragon&id=251571&did=24140747]Chocoll[/url].[/size]
[font=book antiqua][u]Dragons:[/u] Atlas, Chocoll
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Atlas has always had mixed feelings about the sunlight.
Being the way he is with his strange affiliation towards water, he's never been one to be out in the sunlight too much. Having always been a night-Dragon, Atlas would spend his days sleeping and his nights going out and continuing on his way without a destination in mind. It's not that he didn't like the sunlight or was afraid of it, it's just that it always made him feel... ill, like he was going to melt away any second.
[img]http://i.imgur.com/QEnLjcD.png[/img]
When he came upon the Clan, he was pretty sure he wasn't going to stay very long.
Clan Paladin and it's residents were very hospitable to him for the most part, allowing him to stay as he passed through the Sunbeam Ruins on his way to the Tangled Wood. He really didn't like the Sunbeam Ruins for the same reason he didn't like the daytime. While he planned to stay only a day, something kept him from want to leave. Or, more specifically, someone.
[img]http://i.imgur.com/QEnLjcD.png[/img]
Chocoll was harsh and unforgiving from the beginning.
The Ice Tundra did not accept Atlas' presence anywhere, just barely being able to stand it inside the library. Atlas didn't plan on spending most of his time there as he really wasn't one who liked to read much, but something about the other Tundra captivated him. Without even realizing it, Atlas stayed with the Clan for two days; a week; a month; all so he could learn more about the fascinating librarian.
[img]http://i.imgur.com/QEnLjcD.png[/img]
Atlas soon realized what exactly this feeling was, and he wasn't the only one.
It happened about a month and a half after staying with the Clan. The other Clanmembers were more than happy for him to stay as long as he wished, and Atlas was going about like he usually did which mostly consisted of him flirting with almost all of the members. Atlas simply assumed Chocoll didn't like him and wouldn't care if Atlas continued his flirtatious attitude to the rest of the Clan, but he soon found out he was wrong. Chocoll finally came upon him and berated Atlas for acting as such. At first Atlas was confused, but then realized that the other Tundra felt jealous, which sparked a feeling for Atlas he never had before.
[img]http://i.imgur.com/QEnLjcD.png[/img]
Nothing would come of this love... right?
No matter what Atlas did, Chocoll's attitude to Atlas was almost always the same cold manner from the beginning, and Atlas felt lost. He knew there was no way Chocoll would ever come to love him, and for the first time Atlas felt his heart pulse in pain, a pain that was indescribable. Not being able to face the Tundra's coldness any longer, Atlas finally left one night without a word any of the other Dragons, the ones he had learned to call his friends, and disappeared into the dark.
[img]http://i.imgur.com/QEnLjcD.png[/img]
Where do you go when you have nothing left to go on for?
Atlas, being a Wind Dragon, always wandered without a destination in mind but always sure of himself on the way. Now, for the first time, he felt truly lost and alone. He traveled across the Sunbeam Ruins, not heading to the Tangled Woods anymore as he just wandered aimlessly, until he finally came upon the cliffside where the Sunbeam Ruins meet the sea. It was an incredible sight to watch the sun's warm glow above the water, the waves lapping against the cliffs, but to the Tundra all he felt was a harsh, bitter cold, like that of the Southern Icefield.
[img]http://i.imgur.com/QEnLjcD.png[/img]
Wouldn't it be better if he could disappear completely?
Atlas truly considered this. He could just simply walk of this cliff and become one with the only true friend he's made; the icy cold depths of the open sea. Making up his mind, Atlas turned back to the sunlit ruins and revisited his dislike for the sunlight; but, with his heart frozen, he didn't have the strength to deny it. Sighing, he turned back to the cliff and, with his eyes closed with a silent farewell to his beloved, he stepped forward...
[img]http://i.imgur.com/QEnLjcD.png[/img]
The world might not be as cold as he thought.
Something soft, fluffy and surprisingly warm wrapped around his body, holding him back tightly. When Atlas turned to look, he couldn't process the sight of Chocoll hugging him from behind, using his wings to keep Atlas secure. When Atlas opened his mouth, not even knowing what he wanted to say, Chocoll slowly and quietly looked into his eyes, and with tears starting to stream down them, gave Atlas a tentative yet sure kiss.
[img]http://i.imgur.com/QEnLjcD.png[/img]
The sunlight... Even though it's blinding and painful to look at, maybe he can learn to live under it fully.
[img]http://i.imgur.com/QEnLjcD.png[/img]
[size=1]Again, I'm not a Romance writer and never will be one, so... yeah, sorry if it's bad.[/size]
Atlas: Living in Sunlight
This is a short story/drabble of how Atlas came to be with Chocoll.
Dragons: Atlas, Chocoll
Atlas has always had mixed feelings about the sunlight.
Being the way he is with his strange affiliation towards water, he's never been one to be out in the sunlight too much. Having always been a night-Dragon, Atlas would spend his days sleeping and his nights going out and continuing on his way without a destination in mind. It's not that he didn't like the sunlight or was afraid of it, it's just that it always made him feel... ill, like he was going to melt away any second.
When he came upon the Clan, he was pretty sure he wasn't going to stay very long.
Clan Paladin and it's residents were very hospitable to him for the most part, allowing him to stay as he passed through the Sunbeam Ruins on his way to the Tangled Wood. He really didn't like the Sunbeam Ruins for the same reason he didn't like the daytime. While he planned to stay only a day, something kept him from want to leave. Or, more specifically, someone.
Chocoll was harsh and unforgiving from the beginning.
The Ice Tundra did not accept Atlas' presence anywhere, just barely being able to stand it inside the library. Atlas didn't plan on spending most of his time there as he really wasn't one who liked to read much, but something about the other Tundra captivated him. Without even realizing it, Atlas stayed with the Clan for two days; a week; a month; all so he could learn more about the fascinating librarian.
Atlas soon realized what exactly this feeling was, and he wasn't the only one.
It happened about a month and a half after staying with the Clan. The other Clanmembers were more than happy for him to stay as long as he wished, and Atlas was going about like he usually did which mostly consisted of him flirting with almost all of the members. Atlas simply assumed Chocoll didn't like him and wouldn't care if Atlas continued his flirtatious attitude to the rest of the Clan, but he soon found out he was wrong. Chocoll finally came upon him and berated Atlas for acting as such. At first Atlas was confused, but then realized that the other Tundra felt jealous, which sparked a feeling for Atlas he never had before.
Nothing would come of this love... right?
No matter what Atlas did, Chocoll's attitude to Atlas was almost always the same cold manner from the beginning, and Atlas felt lost. He knew there was no way Chocoll would ever come to love him, and for the first time Atlas felt his heart pulse in pain, a pain that was indescribable. Not being able to face the Tundra's coldness any longer, Atlas finally left one night without a word any of the other Dragons, the ones he had learned to call his friends, and disappeared into the dark.
Where do you go when you have nothing left to go on for?
Atlas, being a Wind Dragon, always wandered without a destination in mind but always sure of himself on the way. Now, for the first time, he felt truly lost and alone. He traveled across the Sunbeam Ruins, not heading to the Tangled Woods anymore as he just wandered aimlessly, until he finally came upon the cliffside where the Sunbeam Ruins meet the sea. It was an incredible sight to watch the sun's warm glow above the water, the waves lapping against the cliffs, but to the Tundra all he felt was a harsh, bitter cold, like that of the Southern Icefield.
Wouldn't it be better if he could disappear completely?
Atlas truly considered this. He could just simply walk of this cliff and become one with the only true friend he's made; the icy cold depths of the open sea. Making up his mind, Atlas turned back to the sunlit ruins and revisited his dislike for the sunlight; but, with his heart frozen, he didn't have the strength to deny it. Sighing, he turned back to the cliff and, with his eyes closed with a silent farewell to his beloved, he stepped forward...
The world might not be as cold as he thought.
Something soft, fluffy and surprisingly warm wrapped around his body, holding him back tightly. When Atlas turned to look, he couldn't process the sight of Chocoll hugging him from behind, using his wings to keep Atlas secure. When Atlas opened his mouth, not even knowing what he wanted to say, Chocoll slowly and quietly looked into his eyes, and with tears starting to stream down them, gave Atlas a tentative yet sure kiss.
The sunlight... Even though it's blinding and painful to look at, maybe he can learn to live under it fully.
Again, I'm not a Romance writer and never will be one, so... yeah, sorry if it's bad.
|| He/She/They | FRT+3 | INFP | Demi x3 | Lore Clan | Eternal Acolight ||
