Cesara

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Your dragons sift through the ashes. They have found a stone carving of a mated pair of dragons, one a tundra and one a mirror. The faded runes on the carving reveal only one thing. A single name. "Akitla."
– by EmeraldMew

It's... Confusing to say the least. You can't quite put a claw on it, but something about it seems eerily familiar. The name... The way it's written... Almost as if it's calling you. One of your dragons inches closer; chills running down their spine as the stone seemed to beg for its mystery to be solved.
– by FreeToFly


Akitla the Search-breaker. She appears to stop you from seeing what should not be seen. Don't look too deep, don't try and uncover what should stay hidden. Akitla will appear to stop your sight, to turn you around on paths that go nowhere. If you try and look further, deeper, things are...not what they should be. The seams of reality grown thin and beyond, beyond there are things.

Oh oh god. You looked too far. You should have listened to Akitla, should have let her lead you away. And now you...you are there where you shouldn't be and you can never leave. Akitla shakes her head sadly. She will hide you now in the mysteries you shouldn't have searched for, try to stop others from looking to you.

She's the Search-breaker, listen to her, let her hide those mysteries. Let them stay unknown.

It's better that way.
– by artemiswanderer

No no no nonononnono!

This can't be happening! Just a few days ago everything was fine! Your clan was strong and healthy... Now they're missing! What happened... It was bright, but dark. The dragon bit down on their lip nervously.

Their clan mate was gone... Deep down in their gut, they just knew it had something to do with that... Stone. That deityforsaken stone. Everything is wrong now, time moves a little slower, the sounds are a bit duller. You hear voices. Voices telling you to go... Come to the search... It's good...

But no; There's one more voice... Is it... Oh my Go-

It fights against the others. You begin to go mad with them constantly hissing at you. You begin to question what's real or just another voice. Your sanity is being slowly taking away from you as they. Just. Won't. Shut. UP!

That's it. The breaking point. Taking a deep breath, the dragon begins to do what some of the voices tell you to do. Starting to uncover the horrors that you were driven to see by insanity and grief for your missing clan mate. It breaks the dragon, something that was already broken and further corrupts the mind.

A dragon. A dragon turning away in disappointment as you recognize the owner of the counter voice.

You beg and beg to come out, to forget, but they can not be unseen. You should've listened.


Another one lost to Akitla.
– by FreeToFly


As you look through the enchanted scroll, you find a name, an odd name. All dragons of sornieth are registered here under their name and birthclan/adoptive clan, however this one seems... Different. In absence of a Clan Name, is a scratched out thing, smudged and streaked, as if wiped away by frantic claws, nearly wet. This scroll hasn't been touched in thousands of years.

You tap your claw on the name, Akitla, but instead of leading you to the dragon's file, all you see is a smudged page as if the one who it was about wasn't yet born, but still here. Non-material, but here. Suffering, cold, empty, but here. Words warp on the page as you watch, twisting, threading, and snaking thei way across the page slowly, like a wounded animal.

That's when you notice something. Something wrong. Something new?

The title, the name, it has Changed.

Akitla, Clan of my??r?!!do?ar?

You slam the scroll to the ground before it has the chance to reveal anything more, but you sense something new, something explainable.

A new dragon arrived at the gates today, a mirror of pink and red. He, or they maybe, have trouble walking, toddling hesitantly over the ground, as if scared of falling through.

What will become of this stranger? Who are they? What do they want? Is it even remotely possible to help them?
– by Scarborough


"Don't look," they whispered.

You've found something intriguing. A curiosity of sorts. You need to know more. There's something hidden and you want to know.

"Don't look," they murmured.

There's information but frustratingly little. You have to know. You keep looking, keep digging deeper. It seems every little step you take is like pushing a thousand pounds. And something, or someone, is pushing back.

"Don't look," they said.

You must know. The mystery's been buried well. But you find pieces, here and there, just enough to piece together a trail. You dig deeper, search further.

"Don't look!" they cried.

You almost know! The truth is just beyond your grasp, you're sure of it. Just a little bit more. Yes, yes, it's all coming together now, the hidden becoming clear!

"DON'T LOOK!" they shouted.

Orange eyes open from the mystery, transfixing you with a truth too horrible, too wonderful to comprehend, and you feel yourself shredding as the orange eyes grow larger, larger, larger. Then they're there and you are gone.

You shouldn't have looked.
– by artemiswanderer


The lost ones were there, screaming. Screaming at the empty air as they wish to tear the memories apart and go back home. Home, to their clan, when they had not explored this seemingly fun mystery that turned out to be a much more sinister horror show.

It the nothingness, while the lost ones screech for answers, for an escape, for forgiveness, for death. But only silence. Well, on that side. Even though it was nothing, darkness, quiet, the sights still haunt them. Warped colors and sounds pounding against their skulls, wanting to break free and rid themselves from the victims minds.

Akitla sighed, and closed her eyes.

"How is the cruel curiosity,
Driven by insanity and anguish.
Warnings and threatens still not enough to satisfy your cruel, cruel, curiosity.

The ire and agony sickeningly poetic,
Above all others is the madness.
Are you upset by how terrible it is?
Does it tear you apart to see the things that we told you not to?
Does it make you think it's our faults? Or is it cruel, cruel, curiosity.

The foolery sings like an innocent thing
Never forget the visions that were caused by cruel, cruel, curiosity."
– by FreeToFly


he young male had set up his lair... was ready to call it home. He looked at his handiwork, proud of what he created within the warm pools of the Emberglow Hearth. It wasnt long before another noticed his handiwork and joined him, yet she seemed... different.

She called herself Akitla.

As the clan grew, she remained. Many came, stayed, left, or went to join the Flamecaller. Yet she stayed. Ever watching, ever present, no matter where she was, who she was with, or what she was doing. She remained, her near disturbing presence taking on that sweet, fluffy form. Something wasnt right with her. Still, he kept faith in her, even if she never spoke. Mute, perhaps?

She called herself Akitla.

One by one, the members of this venerable lair left. Her presence grew ever more haunting, breaking the minds of those who stayed too long. Still, he remained. The founder of it all, and the one who welcomed this strange dragon... no, creature, into their lair. With its presence came his desperation for clanmates to stay, for those he cared most about to visit, to him wanting nothing more that something else other than it.

It called itself Akitla.

Everyone began to forget about him. He was a ghost to the world, the only other presence in his life being it. It had done something to him, to his hard work. He couldn't even remember if he had bred with this thing, allowing its potentially corrupt blood to spread to other parts of Sorneith. Only it knew, always watching, never speaking, forever present.

It called itself Akitla.

It made a bold move, many years after what felt like an imprisonment of eternity for the Mirror, spending his days wanting nothing but an escape from this purgatory, unseen by all and breaking those who managed to catch a glimpse of his form. It made itself known to the world, letting them know its name. Akitla. Owned by no one, master of a domain unseen, unheard of, until they decided it was time. He fears what will become of himself, of those who wander too close to it, or what may happen if the Flamecaller discovers this deformation in her system of lava and forges.

Its calls itself Akita. It is powerful beyond our feeble minds. Im trapped.

Beware Her... she is no Naomi. If Naomi is your Glitch Queen, then this thing is a deity beyond anything in this world. Mark my words...
Save me from her grasp, and swear on the world to forget her.
– by CinamonPizza


Akitla was fervently rechecking her plans as well as her necessary supplies for what felt like the billionth time, her eyes darting between all the things she had prepared. Her current residence was a lonely one; no one ever visited, but Akitla didn't expect them to. For too long now--so long that she had ceased counting the days-- she knew that she was a prisoner of her own home. Her surroundings were like nothing she could describe, certainly not something akin to the land of Sornieth as she once knew it. It was simply a void, but over the years--or was it hours? Days? Months?-- she could swear that she saw what looked like fellow dragons cautiously approaching her domain, yet they were never able to get close enough for either the travelling dragon or for Akitla to make out any details or speak to the other. For all she knew, they were mere illusions of her mind, mocking her. Taunting her. Had she not fallen into this strange void alongside her mate, Niran, Akitla knew she would've lost her mind by now.
She often wished that her mate didn't end up in this situation with her, wanting so desperately for him to be free even if it meant she could not go alongside him, and yet fate had decided that they both belonged there. Akitla's tail hung low as she was saddened by these thoughts, but just on cue, Niran walked up beside her and gave her a reassuring touch of the shoulder. Now looking at each other, they couldn't help but exchange sympathetic smiles despite their bitter situation. Niran turned his head to look at everything they had prepared together. It was a small amount of things--you can't expect to find much of anything in a void, after all. Yet somehow they had accumulated just enough that they felt resolved to initiate the plan that they had all the time in the world to perfect. It had to work. If it didn't...
Niran shook his head in an attempt to rid himself of the doubt plaguing his mind. There was simply no time for that now. Steeling his will as he mentally prepared himself, he wrapped his tail around Akitla's. Being close to each other was one of the only comforts they had left, and it was something they cherished dearly. Finally feeling brave enough to break the silence, Niran asked,
"Well? Do you think we have everything we need? It looks like we do, but... we can never be too sure." Though he still smiled, there was an unmistakable air of nervousness to his voice. Akitla simply nodded calmly, now giving Niran reassurance as she put her paw over his.
"Of course. Look to the horizon, do you see that person?" It was hard to make out, but it seemed that there was indeed the silhouette of a dragon wandering somewhat close to their home. They did not yet seem aware of Akitla and Niran's presence, but soon that would change--or at least, that's what they hoped. Niran's eyes practically sparkled with joy as he looked intently off into the distance, his tail wagging despite his attempts to stay calm.
"I see them! Akitla, please, I insist--send the message out now!" He extended a paw as he pointed to the dragon, still walking aimlessly around what they could only assume was the edge of their void. It seemed that the dragon was already soon to leave, and if this message didn't get sent out now, there was no telling the next time Akitla and Niran would come in close contact with a dragon from Sornieth.
"Already working on it. This is going to work, Niran! This has to get their attention." And with that, Akitla gathered up the supplies and sent out their message. As the message traveled across the void, an anxiousness grew inside them as the two dragons wondered if the dragon would even receive it.

The mysterious dragon had been looking at the Dragon Spotlight. It was a curious thing that piqued the interest of many members of Sornieth--they didn't know how or why, but it seemed that with every passing minute a different dragon would be spotlighted to give them a brief moment of fame. But this time was... Different. The spotlight seemed to be struggling to send out its next bit of information. The dragon tilted their head at the sight, wondering what was going on. It was fine just a minute ago, was it not? Still they watched, curious to see who would pop up.

The dragon they saw put a feeling of dread into their heart.

It was simply a Tundra with gray fur and purple wings, but her eyes had a burning desire in them as if begging for people to look at her. Below the image, the Dragon Spotlight seemed to be at a loss for what to do. The Spotlight simply stated:

"'S Lair - Akitla - Lvl 1"

What was going on here? Despite the shivers that went down the dragon's spine as they looked at the glitched-out message, they cautiously approached the Dragon Spotlight and placed a paw on the image of the dragon. Suddenly, the dragon was given a vision of that very same Tundra along with what they could have sworn was another dragon beside them, but they couldn't quite make it out. It almost seemed as though the Tundra was in a void as she seemed to stare knowingly right into the dragon's eyes. The Spotlight gave the dragon yet another menacing vision that simply said "No lair."
Backing away from the Spotlight, the dragon had no idea what to make of what just occurred. Thinking that they were perhaps simply seeing things, they called out to anyone that happened to be walking by, motioning for them to look at this strange Spotlighted dragon. Every dragon reported the same vision as they approached, a collective fear now dwelling among the group as they attempted to logically explain what was going on.

Akitla and Niran could see the mass of dragons gathering in the distance, seemingly closer than before. It worked. Surely they could free them of the void, right? Still, the two dragons shook in anticipation and anxiety as they saw that none of the dragons seemed to be able to come close to them despite the large gathering that was now surrounding the void.

The two dragons were visible now, sure.

But no one knew how to get them out.
– by playerpichu


"You shouldn't be here."

The words are soft and low, like a breeze blowing over the reeds. You turn around to see a tundra, all unkempt fur and haggard eyes.

"A-Are you Akitla?" you ask, awed. This is it, you've finally found her! This was your chance to find the next great unknown, and you've finally done it. All your hard work has paid off.

"You shouldn't be here," she repeats, and to your horror you realize that she hasn't moved her mouth. Her voice is speaking directly into your mind.

Shadows close in all around you, and you can only stare in horror as they swallow her up.

"Akitla?" you call. There is no answer. You try to move, try to retreat, but your feet are frozen to the ground. You can only watch, helpless, as the shadows swallow you up.

You shouldn't have come.
– by myriadofstars

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