Tirion

Prince of the Roaring Sands

Tirion had never really known what it was like outside of his home. Raised in adopted royalty, the Lightning dragon had spent all his life sheltered, protected. Servants, money, everything he could ever want, he had, thanks to his adopted family, leaders of a large Light Clan. His life was perfect, or so he thought. The people he loved, those he cared about, they weren't who he thought they were. One night he found himself wandering into his father's study. Hearing footsteps, he hid in the shadows, peeping out from behind a bookshelf.

"Do you think they're going to try to take him back?"
His mother's voice, usually soft and loving, was cold.
"I'm not sure. To think they found him... by the Gods, we're running out of time." This voice belonged to his father.

They? Who was coming?

"Then we do this tonight. Tell the guards to bring Tirion. His blood will fuel the resurrection of our true clan."

B...blood? Tirion stumbled, falling into the light.
"Mother... Father?"

His parents looked at him, golden eyes filled with sorrow and regret.

"I'm sorry, son." His father said, taking a step toward him.

"NO!" He yelled out, a lightning spell forming in his lips.

Before he could respond, the door slammed open, a guard rushing in. "They've come for their son."

His mother lunged at him, talons like cruel tendrils reaching for his soul. Suddenly, he was surrounded in a harsh blue light and every thing seemed to slow down. His mother seemed to inch toward him with the speed of a snail.

He sidestepped and suddenly time went back to normal, his mother falling to the ground. Tirion ran as fast he could, through the door and away from his adopted family.

He managed to get out of the castle without much hassle, as most of the guardsmen were manning their stations. He had reached the edge of the territory when he ran straight into a tall dragon. The coatl had piercing blue eyes that seemed to stare into him.

"You! Tell me your name."

Tirion swallowed. "Tirion deFera, s-sir." The young dragon stumbled out.

"De...Fera?" The dragon's eyes widened. "My... my son!"

Tirion looked confused.

"DeFera is the name of those ******** who took my son... a Lightning Coatl. My son, it's me. Your father."

Tirion stared at him. "Father?"

"I... have so much to tell you. About your lineage, your power, your mother and siblings. Tirion, you can come home!"

"But... they said that... that I was left at the steps of the castle..."

"Those ******** stole you. They know of the power your blood holds. They wanted it for themselves."

Tirion shook his head. "What? No... none of this makes sense to me... I..."

"We'll explain it when we get home. First, take this." The dragon gave his son a weapon. "It's time to take revenge on the clan that took you from us."

Tirion looked at the blade. "The... entire clan?"

"Of course, my son. None shall live through the night."

Although he couldn't forgive his adoptive parents... those were his clan members. He couldn't...

"Please... don't... don't kill them..."

His father put a hand on his shoulder. "It's alright son, you're safe now. Let's go." He called out, a group of soldiers approaching.

He couldn't do it. No, he wouldn't do it. His mind blanked and he did the only thing he could, he ran. Once again his body began glowing and he was lightning.

He heard his father calling but he didn't listen. He needed to get away.

It felt like he'd been running for hours when he finally ran out of energy. His body collapsed and he began sobbing. For the first time ever, he was alone and powerless. He laid there crying until he heard footsteps.

"A dragon!" A voice called. "Weapons at the ready."

"But Moonshadow..." a woman said. "He doesn't seem armed."

"Best to be prepared."

Tirion felt a trident poking into his back.

"Who are you? And how have you ended up in Ammerasu's territory?"