Spawn

Spawn

Spawn has no parents. He was born out of the Wyrmwound when a group of necromancers tossed a DNA sample of a single dragon scale into the acidic pool. None of them knew who the scale belonged to, so they weren't even sure if the experiment would be a success. But sure enough, after a full week had passed, a Fae they dubbed "Spawn" crawled out of the pool, squinting his red eyes into the light. The necromancers wanted to experiment more on their creation, but Spawn wasn't naive. He knew exactly what they were planning and knew the experiments would be torturous and inhumane. He could tell by the way they'd speak down upon him that things weren't going to be pretty, so he sneaked his way out of the lair and left to make his journey in life. But where to start in such a large world? He wanted to learn more about himself, so his first goal was to find out whose scale he was born from.



Spawn seemed to be doing fine on his own, gaining experience with his own necromancy magic and seemingly finding backup for himself by contacting with the dead. He knew his creators would be looking for him, so he needed all the help he could get. During his travels, he found himself wandering into the Starfall Isles where more dragon civilization was present. He was curious about these dragons and watched from a distance... then he heard a familiar-sounding voice coming from the crowd of bustling dragons. It sounded like HIS voice! He followed the voice around, which lead to another Fae with markings and genes very similar to his... it couldn't be. Was THIS the owner of the scale? Spawn couldn't stop his curiosity from following the dragon home, though he made sure to stay far enough so he couldn't be seen. He followed the dragon home and began to watch and learn.



Spawn learned a few things about this Fae just from stalking him. He learned that his name was Foren and that he specialized in healing spells. But what intrigued Spawn the most is that Foren was to inherit the thrown of his clan whenever their current leader found her time to pass away or retire. So Foren was a prince... a prince who was loved by all his friends and was clearly being supported. Spawn had never known what it was like to be so loved and he envied Foren. He didn't even think some wimpy healer should be eligible to inherit a thrown like that! Spawn had a new goal; take down Foren and show his clan what power a real prince should have.



Spawn waited for the right moment for Foren to leave his island. When the moment was finally right, he attacked. Foren was shocked and surprised by the sudden attack, and to Spawn's own surprise, Foren actually seemed quite capable of fighting back. They seemed equally strong in combat and magic, only making it more sure to Spawn that this was his counterpart.
"Who are you?!" Foren demanded as both dragons were starting to grow weary from the fight.
"They call me Spawn." Spawn replied right before spreading out his wings to fly away to a place to rest. He knew now that it wasn't going to be as easy as he thought to defeat Foren, and he certainly knew that wasting his energy on a poorly though-out plan wasn't going to do anything. As he left to rest and think of a better plan, Foren stayed behind to heal his own wounds and report to his clan what had happened.



For weeks, Spawn would stalk and track down Foren with new plans to eliminate him. The two remained rivals for quite some time. Foren would bring backup from his clan and Spawn brought backup from the dead under his command. It really was a battle of life and death and Spawn didn't even care about becoming a leader anymore. He just didn't want to be known as "that copy" and thought that taking down "the original" was the only way to stop it. After constantly obsessing over the idea and still following Foren around, a twist of events unfolded when Spawn soon found himself in need of a helping hand...



Spawn had completely forgotten about his creators since Foren was constantly on his mind. They found him and completely outnumbered him, attacking and shackling him to take him back to his clan. Not even his dead-raising spells could save him. As he was carried off through the woods, a shot of Wind magic blast through the savages. Spawn was dropped and was able to free himself, and as he looked up to see who suddenly saved him, it was Foren. He brought his friends to help fight the savages off. Spawn just sat there and watched for a moment, but brought himself to get up and fight with him. When the battle was over, Foren sighed and glared at Spawn.
"I'm not here to help YOU." He said. "Those creeps just happen to be after a friend of mine and I saw you struggling with them. I took that to my advantage since they seemed to be distracted and fought them to protect my clan."
"Likely excuse!" Growled Spawn. "I've seen the way you act around everyone! You just can't help being such a pushover with all that sickening empathy!" He looked away, but sighed. "It pains me to say it, but if it weren't for you, I actually would have been taken back to that terrible place. Why do I have to thank someone like YOU?!" He and Foren just glared at each other for a while. They couldn't believe they were actually counterparts and just kept waiting for the other to lunge forward and attack. Instead, Spawn looked away from Foren, not even wanting to look at him, but still asked him a question.
"What's this about a friend they were after...?"



Spawn followed Foren home where he met a Bogsneak named Pippet. Her egg was stolen by the same scientists who made him and she too was mistreated during her time with them. For once, Spawn felt like he could relate to someone. He just sat there, visiting with Pippet. Eventually, she introduced him to Neyula, the Plague dragon who saved her. Spawn was actually finding himself enjoying the company, but still wanted to gag at the thought of being escorted here by Foren. He left the island after visiting and didn't bother Foren anymore, but as time passed, he found himself returning in peace. He and Foren still have a rivalry with each other, but they don't get violent. They're usually just tossing petty insults at each other like "Would you stop looking at me with such a dead stare?! Oh, wait!!" and "Of course you know Wind magic. It's the only element an airhead like you would know!" But in the end, they occasionally find themselves helping each other and rarely even exchange smiles at each other. That ends pretty quickly once one of them decides to toss in another insult, though.