Mamoru
(#49610861)
Level 1 Nocturne
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Male Nocturne
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.56 m
Wingspan
7.72 m
Weight
585.17 kg
Genetics
Violet
Basic
Basic
Thicket
Basic
Basic
Teal
Basic
Basic
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Nocturne
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
7
QCK
6
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
7
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
Mamoru
born Éamon
The Keeper
A Tale of a Second Chance
I fly through the trees, my wings taking me to greater heights than the previous day. I can feel the light of my Mother on my wings, and I cannot hold back a sharp trill as I spin beneath her warm gaze. I catch myself on a branch, looking out upon a city of light and beauty, and I smile at the sight. This is my home. I am one of many Nocturnes that left the land of our Mother, the Shadowbinder, and sought to live among the other deities. I am one of the ones who was born under the Lightweaver, and I adore every moment I have in the sun. I fly, eat, live, and breathe for her light, and I cannot imagine a world without her.
I am a young Nocturne, with scales of dusk and wings to match the trees. Eyes seem to watch those who see me, but I can only laugh every time I must explain the eye-like spots that adorn my scales. One may think I am just one of many children of the Night, living in a land of Light and Truth. However, they know not just how important I am.
Each one of us is chosen for a task. Some are sent to build more structures, be they statues or homes. Some are sent to explore the wilderness around us, finding peaceful spots to rest when needed. Some are sent to archive the many wonders we write about on our ventures. I, however, am different. I am to guard our library, our greatest treasure.
Why then, am I flying about on this bright, sunny day? Well, it is out of excitement. I am to explore the lands of the warring Mothers and Fathers, to learn from their children so I can fully appreciate the knowledge I am to guard. I will see many, from the great serpents of the Windsinger to the mighty Gaolers, the children of the Icewarden. What creature is better suited for this task of mine than a creature born to learn and mimic? Only I, as I am the first to watch over our great halls and guard our knowledge! Beneath the gaze of our Mother, cold and…
Wait.
Why is her light cold?
I soon awaken from my slumber, seeing a field of white. For a moment, I’m confused.
Then I remember.
I am on my journey. I have seen many great wonders, and have gathered many new relics to hold in our Hall. I have an orb from the leviathans of the Sea, which appears to be a solidified bubble said to contain the whispers of their Father. I have a small chime, made of dried bamboo reeds, said to catch the words of the serpents’ Windbound Father. I have a stone that shines like a star, said to contain all the sights of the multi-limbed Father of Magic, and a crystal within muddy stone said to contain the answers to all questions the goliaths might ask of their Earthen Father. A flower in my satchel contains the strength of life seen in the Wild Ones that dwell under the Mother of Nature, and a shroom rests beside it, a faint guide from the Mother of my own race.
I am holding an ember that does not burn, a relic from the Feathered Serpents of the Molten Mother. It brings me comfort, unlike the sparking claws of the Storm Father, or the vial of ooze that gives new life to the strange ones of the Harbinger of Plague. I am in the final stretch of my journey, and only upon my return will I be entrusted with my Mother’s relic and, in turn, her trust and guidance. However, first I must find the Children of Frost.
I have been searching for days, and yet all I see is an endless sea of white. Sometimes, I swear I can hear whispers in the wind as the snow brushes my scales, but I am never certain. I am traveling along one shore of many, seeking a tribe to guide my path. I hear there is a mighty one on the shore, and I cannot wait to learn from these warriors. I hear other children of my Mother are here, or at least on their way, seeking to learn more of the world around us. I hope I’ll see them here.
Speaking of, I see what appears to be the homes of a tribe. I think I have found them! I can also see a slender form closer to me, and by his side… Impossible! Four Children of Light! Two are small, but the others are fully grown! They seem exhausted. Perhaps I can join them. They even have a Gaoler to guide them! They certainly are lucky!
Wait, what is he doing? What is that magic? I have never seen anything quite like it before. Why have the children fallen? Why won’t they get up?
Why are there four heads on the body of the Firebreather?
I run back to my satchel, clutching at the relics. I hold them tightly to my frame as the ice cracks around me. The blizzard picks up, and I can hear the voice of one of the children as I go numb, scratchy and dry.
“Éamon…?”
His rasp is all I can hear as I clutch the relics. I don’t even notice the icy shackle, frosted over and shimmering in the wavering light, as I sink into darkness, far out of my Mother’s sight.
Somehow, I wake up.
The light around me is harsh, and cold like the snow. I can feel ice beneath my feet, and when I look around, I see him.
It is Noroi, one of the Children who fell! What is going on? Where am I? Why are his eyes so pale?
He tells me that I have fallen. That would mean that I failed our Mother! I cannot accept this! He tells me I must, but I won’t! Why should I?
He tells me that time has passed, many years in fact, and that the old ways have fallen, including our Great Halls. I do not want to believe him. I cannot, even if it is true! I am not a failure!
He tells me I haven’t failed, but that is a lie. I was supposed to guard our Hall, and yet it is no more. How have I not failed?
He says our Mother wants to give me another chance. I do not know how, but I want to believe him. I want another chance. I make sure he knows this.
He gives me something. It is a small satchel, one I recognize. It is my satchel, now empty. Where are my artifacts? Where are my relics?
He says this will hold the first relic. This satchel is what will lead to the new Hall, one I will guard. It was, and still is, the one thing that will set me apart as a Watcher of the Great Hall. He says my memories will become the first relic on my journey, and that it will be my relic of Light.
He fades from my sight before I can ask him why his eyes now belong to the Icewarden, and my world leaves with him.
He tells me not to panic when I wake. He calls me little brother as he leaves. He tells me that I do not need my mimicry to succeed.
He tells me that this is the last time I will ever be Éamon.
When I open my eyes, I am somewhere new. I am surrounded by Ice, but it is not the shore I knew. It is, in fact, an island of some sort, drifting away from others like oil on the surface of a puddle.
I feel a lump in my throat, and it doesn’t take long for me to realize I may very well die before I even have a name.
I feel a claw on my back, as if someone is guiding me. I soon understand why, as a silvery orb lands in the snow before me. I am instantly mesmerized by it, as if it is unique and, in a sense, a part of me.
When I touch this orb, I easily recall my dream and, with enough focus, I can recall my life as Éamon the Nocturne. I stare at it in stunned silence as my memories play before my eyes, and it takes another nudge to realize I am not alone.
I look up to see a Child of Light, her eyes soft as she looks down at me. Her scales remind me of the gilded Halls themselves, with silver marbling her gilded scales. Her eyes tell me she is like me, a child laid under the gentle light of our Mother. She nudges me, pushing me to my feet.
“Welcome to Sornieth, little brother. I’ll carry your pearl.”
There it is again. I want to reply, but my throat still hurts from the ordeal of spitting up this ‘pearl’ she mentioned. A part of me wants to leave the vile thing behind, seeing as it had practically choked me. However, I cannot leave it’s side. I climb onto her back as she picks it up, settling myself between her antlers.
I hardly notice the two horns sprouting from my longer muzzle. I simply don’t care.
This new Sister of mine wants to help me, and our Mother has given me a second chance to prove my worth.
This time, I will not fail.
Looked like this as Éamon
Needs Pearlcatcher Breed Change Scroll, Wasp, Constellation/Flair, Filigree, and Pastel Vial
Adopted from the Writer's Hatchery
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