Vodyare

Clan Medium
Theme:Sprits say

Dragons of the water flight were known for hearing the voice of their god, the Tidelord. Young Vodyare always wanted to be a prophet, but he never heard the voice of his beloved god. His parents got worried and tried to get his mind off of his ambition. They told him there were other things he could do to help the clan, and even the tidelord. Vodyare begrudgingly took another carrier, to be an assistant at the clan's library. It wasn't as boring as the young fae thought. As time passed, he melded into the role and began to forget his dream of being a great prophet. Some would say that's the end of this tale, but it's only the beginning. While closing up the library, Vodyare found an odd book. Its pages seemed to have decayed on the ends, and yet it didn't spread to the inside of the book. Its cover even seemed to resemble dragonhide. Vodyare stared at the book for a while until put the book in his bag, as if he was in a trance.

When he returned home, he began to unpack his belongings, eyes dull and glazed slightly. When his hands brushed against the book, he snapped back to reality. He looked at the book, puzzled. He had thought he left it there, and yet here it was. He felt tempted to open it up; to see what mysteries it hid behind its cryptic cover. He normally had good restraint, but he felt something urging him on. As he opened the book, he gasped in horror. Sinister, oily smoke oozed from the pages. Vodyare desperately tried to close it, but it was too late. It engulfed him, and he felt himself fall into the darkness.

When he came to, he couldn't think. Voices were screaming. Some sobbing, and even fewer whispering. He gasped in panic, struggling to stand. his body felt heavy, limbs shaking. His adoptive parents were snappers, so the house was gigantic. Today he felt suffocated, the walls hugging his tired frame. Between the constant screaming, and pain of his body being squeezed, he passed out. When he came to, a huge shadow loomed over him. They were huge, and he couldn't even tell what breed they were; if they were even a dragon. Souls seemed to ooze from their empty eyes, with only a bright light as their pupils. The souls seemed to begin shrieking again when they noticed Vodyare. He tensed up as they flew at him, yet did not get far. The large being opened its mouth and consumed all of them with a single bite. Vodyare trembled, the reality of his situation growing obvous.

As he felt panic set in, the being finally spoke.
"They need a guide. To help them find peace, or to be kept away from the living. You have opened a book no mortal could handle, yet you have not gone mad. Not yet, anyway. You are no longer just a mortal now. The powers of the one who wrote that...dark tomb are now yours. Your body and magic have adjusted to fit them, that is all. Do not go insane, you have a greater goal if you do not." It bellowed. It's voice seemed to make the void surrounding it tremble, and Vodyare felt his consciousness weaken with every word. It was as if hearing this being speak began to tear reality, yet Vodyare remained awake. The being gave a slow blink, and vanished.