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Pann

(#29476204)

Level 1 Imperial

Energy: 50/50

Personal Style

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

2.72 m

Wingspan

1.65 m

Weight

59.15 kg

Genetics

Grapefruit
Iridescent

Pink
Shimmer

Aqua
Underbelly

Hatchday

Dec 22, 2016
(7 years)

Breed

Hatchling
Imperial

Eye Type

Light
Common

Level 1 Imperial

EXP: 0 / 245

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Ophix
Tara

Offspring

none

Biography

wise, brooding, moody. close friends with tammy and loisi
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Once upon a time, there was a dragon named Pann. He was a carefree lad, loving to live for the wind underneath his wings and the sun gently kissing his scales. He was born as the only hatchling of his nest, and his parents loved him.
As he grew older, he became interested in the world. He started to ask questions about Sornieth. Who are the gods? Why are they here? Have they ever done anything? Way back then? Are we sure that they’re still alive? What do you mean the Lightweaver will descend from the heavens and punish me if I keep blabbering my blasphemous mouth?
But, more importantly, he started to ask questions about himself and his heritage. We used to be real special, right? Imperial were respected? Would dragonkind would part for us if we walked past? Dragons payed to have us in their clans? Wait… some of us die at only ten years old…? While others go on to live for centuries…?
Poor Pann was terrified now. He kept thinking of his life on the shorter side of the spectrum. He began to stay indoors all day, scared to even set foot outside, lest a beast kill him, or he wear out his body while it was young. His parents grew concerned, knowing that they needed to tell him something to strengthen his heart.
So his mother told him a story of a dragon who was worried about their lifespan, just as he was. She said that they traveled to the Lightweaver’s home, knocked right on her door, and said, “I do not want to die.” The Light goddess was impressed by the dragon’s mettle, and granted them their wish.
Although she meant it just as a bedtime story to cheer up her son, Pann took it way too literally. He started asking around, trying to figure out where the Lightweaver lived. His parents saw his interest not as strange, but as another one of his quests for understanding when he was curious.
They never imagined he’d run away.
Their little Pann. Their sweet, innocent son, who said he loved them more than the moon and stars. Who claimed that if he was separated from them, he’d fight with tooth and claw until he reached them. Who simply upped and left them.
Pann was torn apart by guilt. He knew that his parents would be worried sick and furious, but he also knew that there were only two choices: stay and risk a young death or go and secure a forever life. He couldn’t die at a mere decade old. He couldn’t let his peers outlive him. He made a vow to come back to his parents when he was granted his immortality, but even then, he was changing. Instead of childish fantasy, an insatiable greed began to consume his heart.
It took oh-so-very long to find the Lightweaver. All of the dragons he met told him that she was at the Beacon of the Radiant Eye, but when he arrived there, she was not. After months of wandering, an adult Pann finally found the deity, glowing softly at the edge of the Hewn City. Her eyes glittered with a faint sadness.
But Pann didn’t care about how she felt. By now, fear and rapacity had shoved everything else out from his heart. His promise to his parents was a mere glimmer of memory. He marched up to the Lightweaver, shouting, “Hey!”
The dragon, if you can even call her that, took her time in turning her head to look at him. She seemed amused by him, as if it was funny that a dragon would speak to her in such a way. “Yes?” She asked. Her voice was melodious and sweet, but also sonorous and powerful.
Pann blanked for a second. He was caught off-guard. He hadn’t expected her to respond. But then he cleared his throat, blinked a few times, and said, “I demand immortality.”
“Immortality?” The Lightweaver asked. She turned back to the Hewn City. “I see nothing in you that warrants me bestowing such a gift upon you.”
Pann growled softly, dangerously… at least, to a normal dragon it would be dangerous. “Look again.” He said, anger lacing his voice. He didn’t come this far to be turned away at the last minute.
The deity turned back to him. This time, instead of levity dancing in her eyes, it was annoyance. She clenched her jaw, staring at him. “You are but a child to me, Pann.” She whispered. “I know who you are. How you abandoned your parents. My servants have told me of a dragon bearing proud colors but a colorless heart. They warned me of your greed, of your need for life.”
Pann’s mind reeled, and he tried to take ahold of it. If he gasped or backed off, he would falling right into her carefully laid trap. He raised his chin proudly instead of running away. “Then they told you of my determination as well?”
The Lightweaver sighed. “Yes,” she said simply. “They did.”
A long silence stretched between the two. Even Pann’s immense desire didn’t have the strength to break it. Finally, the Lightweaver spoke again.
“I suppose you won’t leave me until I give you your wish.” She turned to him, sadness tugging at her features. As she noted his hard face, she sighed. “Be careful what you wish for, my child.”
Pann blinked, and the Lightweaver was gone. Had she ever actually been there? Or was it all the lonesome travelling he had been doing, finally starting to take a toll on his mind? He leaned over a puddle to inspect himself for madness. For a moment, he was confused. He was usually had to lean down much more than a meter or so to inspect his reflection…
Shock filled the gaze that met his in the disk of water. He was… he was a child! A tiny hatchling! His mind was the same, but his body was permanently altered.
A voice whispered in his ear. Forgive me, my child. You have been granted your wish: immortality. But you will spend your forever as a hatchling, to learn humility and patience. Perhaps one day I will restore you to what you were before, but this is not that day.
Pann was so humiliated that he completely forgot about his promise to return home. No way he could come crawling back like this. Desperation ravaged him. He managed to find an Arcane clan that might understand the magic involved in doing this to him, and be able to reverse it. That was the Clan of Stellon.
And we still haven’t found a reversal to Pann’s curse.
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The Legend of Pann

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