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LionHeart27 Thank you! ^u^ Here's my lore. I decided to add on the lore from my lair, about a
kingdom bound to
evil eldritch gods. (I've written
some lore on
them in another
forum if you're curious to read more!)
A light in the darkness . . .
Over the centuries, the eldritch gods selected mortals to carry out their bidding. Some were taken by force. Others volunteered to serve these dark beings.
Skymire, lord of shadows, was in no hurry to find a mortal vessel. He required a being with a specific mind, one whose heart could be willingly molded to do his bidding.
So he waited, watching the kingdom for the dragon he sought.
After a few centuries, he found them.
A young Spiral had been creeping around, venturing too close to the cave where, in the depths, the sacrificial altar stood. Every day, she went down a few more feet, and then rushed home to her parents' den.
A youthful curiosity to be sure--and, to the other gods, a nuisance. But Skymire noticed the softness of the Spiral's feet, the craftiness of her mind. The ease with which she ducked into the shadows when the king passed by. Not a small feat, considering her glowing scales.
She was the one.
The next day, the Spiral snuck in, right on time. But this time, Skymire was waiting, watching from inside the shadows. He could see the nervousness in the Spiral's eyes--she could already sense something wrong, even though she didn't quite know what.
So he revealed himself, stepping behind her and blocking her path. She turned around and let out a startled yelp.
"No need to be alarmed," Shymire said, speaking, as he always did, in a perpetual murmur. "You know who I am, don't you?"
The Spiral slowly nodded. "W-We learned about you in school," she said. "You're Skymire."
"That's right," Skymire said, giving the girl a gentle smile. "And I suspect you came here because you wanted to learn more."
The Spiral gulped. "Y-Yes," she squeaked, looking away.
Skymire smiled. "I'm not going to hurt you, young one," he said. "I actually admire your boldness in coming here. And you have quite a talent for stealth."
She turned to him. "Really?"
Skymire nodded. "Tell me, what is your name?"
"Lume," the Spiral said hesitantly.
"Well, Lume," Skymire said, grinning, "your talent is the kind that I would like to cultivate."
He knelt down, meeting the hatchling's eyes. "Perhaps I can teach you what I know about hiding in the shadows. What do you say?"
Lume yelped excitedly. "Really?"
Skymire nodded. "Really.
"Shall we get started?"
The daily lessons made Lume into the sneakiest dragon in the kingdom. Skymire had to chuckle when he saw her hiding in the shadows to prank her siblings.
When she became an adult, Skymire offered to take her under his wing, as a full-time apprentice. In return, he promised to protect Lume and her family line. She happily agreed to the exchange.
That was a few centuries ago.
Now, she is Skymire's servant in the mortal realm, kept alive by his powers. She follows his bidding without hesitation, watching the kingdom and reporting all who even talk of betraying the gods.
They say that you can catch a glimpse of her glowing scales, always out of the corner of your eye.
Watch out. You never know who's spying from the shadows.
A light in the darkness . . . to snuff out those who have become too bright.