Donatello

The dragon wheezed, struggling to stay alive, to feel the sun for one second longer....
To see the faces of his beloved ones for one second longer....
To be simply alive for one second longer....

A black and gold dragon at the edge of his vision sits in front of him, examining the hourglass he held at his neck.
A cobra weaved around the dying dragon's friends and family, though none of them seemed to notice.
His companions didn't seem to notice the black and gold dragon with his cobra at all, like they were.... non-existent.

The dying dragon died....
But that was not the last thing he remembered.
The black and gold dragon dropped the hourglass, which had dropped the last sand particle precisely when the dead dragon died.
The cobra looped around the dead dragon's spirit as the mysterious black and gold dragon opened tipped the lamp toward the spirit....
Sucking the spirit in....

And the spirit was gone, another soul collected by Anubis.

Anubis is the caretaker of the dead. When a dragon nears their death, he appears, though no others can see him and his cobra.

His hourglass helps Anubis keep track for each death. Nothing is as certain as this hourglass, not even death.

The cobra poisons swirls around the dead one's spirit, a minion to Anubis. He keeps check that the spirit does not split into its 5 entities, and escapes into a restless afterlife.

The lamp is not what it seems. The lamp holds the countless spirits Anubis collects, until he can safely deliver them to Osiris, every millennium.


Dividers by Mibella

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Dawn entered the lair, prepared for another day of tinkering. Her mind drifting as always, she came up to her table, picking up her wires just where she left them yesterday. Though her mind wasn't on what she loved working on presently, her claws almost had memories of their own of where she left her materials.

She glanced down, and realised that the wires... weren't there? Odd. She looked around the room for them with her keen eye, and noticed them bobbing in the air. Strangely, nothing seemed to be holding them. They suddenly sparked when the hand-cranked gears started grinding against them. An tiny armored dragon stood their, and frankly, the bogsneak was impressed. Few were strong enough for the task, and here this dragon was doing it with ease.

Dawn moved up to the dragon to get a closer look at who it was, but a surprise snapped in her face- the jaws. No one was ever this hostile, not even Starlight.

Soulless eye sockets stared at her. No way! It was an animated armour set! She had never seen one of those, and barely even heard rumors. Rumors about their incredible intelligence and strength, even some real emotion from talented magicians. But none of the Clan magicians specialized in breathing life into inanimate objects... or was there?

No, definitely not. She forced herself to turn away from the powerful, little dragon who had continued turning the gears when she realized that the animated armor could not have put the wires by himself- the gears had been turning since she came into her little workshop. As she walked around the horribly messy room, she started noticing small things out of place.

A wrench here, some scrap metal there, and wires strewn everywhere.

Suddenly, a presence was at her shoulder. Quickly whirling around, she jumped back as she saw a guise and cape with feathered wings billowing by themselves. The beak formed dark shadows beneath it, yet there was nothing to form shadows on. The seemingly invisible figure appeared to have stepped around the bogsneak, the invisible dragon hunching down at a work table, with the guise blocking Dawn's view of the work.

The figure took a step back, then suddenly rushed for the exit. As soon as Dawn was sure it was gone, she curiously picked up the project the invisible figure had been working on. It was a little rose, so tiny, that appeared to be... moving?

As Dawn watched, the petals unfurled by themselves and widened and grew longer, until it was a delicate, metallic rose. If that dragon had created it... this was powerful magic, not even Dawn could've replicated such a masterpiece.

And she was left to wonder if she'd ever see him again.

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