Hyrule

Hyrule stepped into the land of the Lesser Lair of Driftwood Drag: Shadow Clan and thought 'This is where I will make my home. This is where my children's children will be hatched.'

He asked Shadowbinder and said "Thou asketh for permission to become one of your devoted servants. To hunt in your home, to play in your grace and to be protected not only of thyself but for those of mine who will come into this realm of existance. I honor you, Shadowbinder."

It was quiet and at first he didn't think he was heard or was not accepted to be a part of the land. The longer he sat perched, the longer night grew. He then closed his eyes and began to lift his wings, feeling the muscle in every sinew of thin but leathery skin, preparing for flight.

There was a sudden chill and Hyrule slowly opened his eyes. He did not see anything at first but as his eyes adjusted, he could make out a blackish purple mist. It was hovering from the ground and was pulsating, moving with an unseen force. He blinked in surprise but was not afraid.

"Hatchling," the voice came, strong and wise, earning respect without command. But it was also warm and inviting; unmistakably female. "I have heard your plea. Tell me young one, why have you cometh here?"

Hyrule instantly bowed. "Milady, the sun scorches my back and the light blinds the vision. The water fires my lungs and fire drowns my thoughts. I come seeking shelter and prosperity. I find this place filled with beauty, even in the dark. Warmth in the cold. And you as the god of my heart."

"Well spoken." It was quiet for a moment once again. Then the voice spoke. "You have pleased my ears and spoken truely. I grant you a home here, amongst the others of my land, to live as brothers and sisters, servants of the Shadow. May you find peace and joy, my hatchling."

The moment suddenly faded and the esscence was gone. Hyrule stepped forward and began his life in the Shadowclan.