Mzinchaleft

Many have heard the legends of what lurks underneath the Abiding Boneyard.
Victims lost to the river of Time, long forgotten relics, ancient horrors too evil to be spoken.
The story of our Progenitor is no different.

Some would say that he's a savage, others would say he's a savior. It all depends on what side the bone fell on. For some, it fell onto a deep and bitter wound. His name, Blightfall, comes from the anguish that was brought upon many that crossed paths with him.

I do not know much about Blightfall himself, just what stories follow in his wake. I wasn't even a mere hatchling when he and his mate founded Fellreach. One thing is certain, though: don't cross him or anyone in our clan.
He will hunt you down, no matter how far you try to run.

Mzinchaleft arrived once more at Casey's booth, sighing as he rested his blue feet on the cold, snowy ground. He seemed a bit miffed at the frosty substance.

"Dear Eleven, I am not fond of this stuff. I live in the Floodplains, not Wintersfall…"

Guess he still finds it chilly, despite being an Ice dragon.
He looked up at Casey with a small smile.

"It's nice to see you again. My, it's been a while, hasn't it? I come bearing my own story for you this time - after all, I am a child of the ice."

He settled on carpeted square, curling his feet under him to warm them back up. Once he stilled, he opened his mouth and began his tale.

"My hatchling days are lost to the haze of my memories, but I'm certain I lived a fairly average life growing up. Of course, I was blind - being blind in a tundra doesn't really change much anyway, though. Everything's bright and white, regardless of what it is.

My story really began when I was taken in by the clan of Fellreach, if they can be called that. It's really more of a loose group of dragons lightly bound together by living in the same general area...
I stumbled (literally) into a cavern off the main cave. It was there in the water that I found my Sight."

He paused, gesturing to his pale blue eyes. A black, almost tarry substance dripped from them, and from the scales down his neck.

"I vaguely remember hitting my head on a rock in the cavern. Though I cannot recall how exactly it happened, I awakened shortly after with the gift of foresight. I wish I could speak of what the cave looked before I awoke, but alas, I was completely blind to it. The cave I woke in looked nothing like it had felt before I hit my head.

Of course, such a gift to one not blessed by birth does not come without a price. The result is this tarry substance that flows from me, and the inability to truly control my Sight. I can will it to happen, but it also shows me things without me desiring to see."

Mzinchaleft catches a droplet of the black substance in a glowing claw, holding it aloft for Casey to see.

"This... tar is my life. Liquefied and leaking from me at all times. The gift I was given will end up killing me. This is the ultimate price I will pay - my life, in exchange for the ability to change the future before it happens."

He drew in a long breath, and sighed. His face became forlorn as he whispered his next words.

"And yet, I've found myself entwining myself with another dragon... What I vowed not to do, because my body will depart this world before I am ready to say farewell. The closest thing to a child I will ever have - Cielo."





Mzinchaleft conjured a picture of Cielo with a masterful array of ice crystals, glimmering in shades of blue like the dragon they were depicting.

"Young to this world, and childish in the best of terms, his soul traveled here from a place far away from Sornieth. Campo del Cielo, that's what he declared himself to be when I found him."

The male closed his eyes, and if one looked closely, a small tear leaked from one eye.

"I see myself in him, he reminds me of when I was younger. My wish for him is to not go seeking greater knowledge where it is too dangerous for dragons to tread. I dread the day I am destined to depart, and how I wish I could evade my end. I wish I had more time to spend with him..."

Mzinchaleft's soft voice cracked on his final sentence, betraying his great sorrow within. He dipped his head under one great wing, his form shaking silently as he ended his tale, leaving Casey to ponder all he had told her.

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