Obi

The realities before me.

" It's close, I can feel it!! " Obi exclaimed to himself in the tight corridor he was pushing his skinny body through. For centuries his ancestors have protected a mysterious orb they had found deep below the ice of the Icefield. Although it's power is unknown, they knew that if it fell into the wrong hands, it could spell disaster for the coming future. It was their duty to guard this treasure with their lives, at any cost. Only Spirals could access the orb, and that's only after winding through the narrow, long corridors of the maze like path to it. These corridors are tight, even for dragons of their size. Only those who truly have the will to make it through, will.

Today, Obi had decided that it was time for the orb to be studied by his family, to figure out just what power it holds. For all he knows, his family could've been guarding a useless pearl all these generations. Or, on the flipside, they could've been guarding something of untold power, that they could've been using to rule this land AGES ago. He had to know, and he had to know *now.*

Strong energy could be felt bouncing off of the cold icy walls, Obi felt overwhelmed the closer he got to his destination. He had considered turning back multiple times now, but that isn't an option, the orb must be secured, it must be studied, it's power must be utilized. He could barely contain his excitement as his eyes fixated on a distant twinkle, the orb was close! He pushed himself forward, his lungs being constricted by the tightness of the cavern.

Before he realized it, his slender body popped out of the hole and into a massive chamber, shrouded in darkness. Save for the orb emitting a faint light before him, on a pedestal made of ice. Obi grinned ear to ear, lifting his head as he basked in the orb's beauty. His ancestors' descriptions DEFINITELY didn't do it justice. He pushed himself up off of the ground and strutted over to it, coiling around its throne to get a better look at it without sliding around on the slick floor. " Here it is.. and it's mine to take! " he lifted his arms, and without hesitation, plucked it from the ice.

Just then, he felt the sensation of being punched in the chest by an angry Snapper. His breath left his body, and his sight darkened. The sensation of the ice he was coiled around faded, and the echoing of the chamber became a distant hum. Was he dying? Could his body not handle the orb? Obi was panicking, but his body wasn't reacting. He didn't know what to do, he couldn't let go of the orb, he couldn't stop what was-

Many realities started flashing before his eyes. Visions of him dying long ago in the corridors, visions of the orb being gone, a tunnel having been drilled to the surface by the thief. Visions of the ice crumbling beneath him, sending him into the freezing water below. It was overwhelming, not having time to process the information being fed to him.

Just as suddenly as it started, his breath returned, and so did his sight. He gasped deeply for air, as if he had been holding it for hours. He looked back to the orb in his claws, seeing his reflection in the now dull reflective rock. His eyes were glowing.

" ..What just happened to me..? "