Legacy

He tossed fabric after fabric into his makeshift cauldron. With every fabric placed, a new item came out in the same color. Eventually, he would place in multiple fabric pieces at a time to gain a new, multi-colored item. As the animals within the forest he was exiled to gather around him, so did the chatter of his so-called 'Witchery' within the Light Clan. Dragons would venture into the forest, but none could get past all the magical protectors of him and his cauldron.

But one night, as he was scrambling to brew something quick for one of his sick friends, he sensed a presence. He turned around quickly and noticed the nocturne staring him down in humor. She picked a nearby tulip and placed the petals inside the pot. She poured the concoction into a bowl and walked over to the sickened Flora Cerdae. She gently tipped the liquid-filled bowl into the unicorn's mouth and settled its head on the ground.

She then broke the silence. "How did all of these animals come to be?"

He cleaned out his cauldron while relaying his response. "I created them."

She hummed in reply and allowed the other cards and familiars to eat from her gentle limbs, before inquiring once more.

"How would you like to come back? As our flight's brewmaster?"

"As you know, my whole 'hobby' is what got me out here in the first place." He replied in a calm fashion as he finished scrubbing the last few specks of dirt.

"That won't be an issue. Your hobby could do wonders if you learn more of the healing properties as opposed to the creation of apparel and familiars." She smiled, petting the familiars surrounding her. She faced him, her smile widening.

"After all, with those skills, it's practically your legacy."

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Years pass, as his skills shift. As much as he enjoyed the creation of divine apparel for the finest of dragons, and creatures fit for a deity, something about that Nocturne inclined him to change.

The Wildclaw had been walking into his den called "Brewmaster", a title he didn't fancy, when a quick winged creature bursted out. It seemed to be a book, but 3 pairs of yellow tipped wings flapping madly about along the back. As this abomination made an escape attempt, it caused chaos in the process.

Dragons were being dive bombed, items flying all over the pretty blue sky. A torch must have been one of the unlucky items to get thrown to the ground as flames erupted all over the ground, engulfing any who dare near them. Panic quickly set in, as the red fire flickered closer to his den, more importantly all of his valuables.

Acting quickly Legacy had grabbed a fishing net, tossing it at the scared book creature with success. With the book in paw he gently held it's wings down with a strip of softened leather, calming it down and putting it in his pack. He then spread sticks of cypress around the front of his den, a near fireproof plant that would protect his stuff. Finishing up, above him flies large dragons of several species pouring large tub like jugs of water on the blazing lair, extinguishing them quickly.

Hours pass, as dragons gather around the clan brewer with faces of pure anger.

"He caused this!" A Ridgeback still wet from the water dumped on the fire had shouted.

"The flying book that he made burned our stuff and hurt countless dragons!" Was heard from an enraged tundra, standing next to his timid mate, whom bore large scars and burns from the fire.

Legacy could only watch as they accused him of something he had no play in.

A nearby tourist watched calmly, just arriving to the massacre with intents to trade. The Wildclaw watched as the dragons exiled the brewmaster, sending him running to avoid the claws and teeth of angry villagers.

"I had nothing to do with that book, they didn't even give me a proper trial." Legacy spoke to himself quietly, but with clear indications of doubt.

"Perhaps I may have left some ingredients too close to my cauldron.. Is that how you were made little guy?" He turned his head to glace at the book in his pack still, his wings shifting uneasily from being stared at.

"How does one manage to cause all that chaos?" A high pitched Wildclaw walking behind him giggled, the same one watching from before.

"Such is a mystery." He speaks, and quickens his pace to rid himself of the female.

Sadly, it did not work. She trots to meet up with him, noticing the book on his side. "So what do you plan to do with it?"

Glancing back at the creature, he simply tells her, "Keep it."

"Where are you to go now?" The questions persist.

He stops, looks at her and asks, "Why are you asking me these? I can tell from your eyes you are not from the Light clan, you have no business with me here."

Stopping the same time he does, replying, "Nobody appreciates your talents, your skills, your ability to make something so minuscule to the world into something they worship. They are foolish to banish you."

A small pink tinted his cheek from the compliment, but he was not done with his own questions. "Why do you tell me this?"

She smiles, and asks one last question. "Would you like to join Wind clan?