Murry

Murry Elementalist

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Lore title Written by FourLeaf

"The Light Elementalist of the clan, he acts as a resource manager. His direct, matter of fact mannerisms allows him to excel at reports. Adept at keeping track of all the members of the clan, he's often the first dragon others will run to if they need to find someone, such as the clan leaders or ambassadors. He also acts as a greeter for travelers, cordially welcoming them into the clan. When not working, he is most commonly found in the library, reading a book or scroll."

Murry Caretaker of the Lost and Forgotten

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He didn't know who he was, or why. It had been that way since he hatched; the sun would rise and fall with the coming and going of each day, but regardless of how brightly it shone in he sky he still struggled to see the light. "Closer, closer..." The voice that came to him was soft, and sweet. Did he control his talons as they carried him ever-closer to the sound? Or was he perhaps being controlled by a force greater than himself, greater even than the Deities?

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Would this voice answer the many questions that swirled through his head? He thought he knew what he was, but as he drew nearer to the voice, he became unsure. Like a Skydancer, he could sense the energies at work in the world around him; like a Guardian, he felt as if something was missing from his life, as if he were meant for something greater. Yet everyone he met — and even his own reflection — told him he was a Pearlcatcher.

"You're almost there," the voice echoed again in his ear. It seemed louder now; it had previously presented itself as stray thoughts and ideas in the back of his mind, but now those thoughts and ideas seemed to echo from the land around him. Were they real? Or was he just imagining them?

He shook his head, as if trying to get rid of the idea. There had to be some purpose to his travels, after all.

Finally the red-hued trees gave way to open sky and tall cliffs. His whiskers twitched slightly as he took in the sight. He was standing on a small hill, surrounded by crumbling ruins. Glowing spheres, much like the ones that surrounded the Beacon of the Radiant Eye, littered the ground here. The hill sloped gently downward, where it merged with a wide river. The river itself was unusually calm and reflective.

The scene was calming in a way, but also unnerving. He closed his eyes for a moment, taking in the land around him. He was alone, in fact, his was the only magical presence he could sense in the land. And yet the land itself seemed to be pulsing with the aura of magic — or maybe it wasn't. He looked up, and his eyes fell upon the great marble city in the middle of the river. The lighthouse, of course! That was the glow he saw.

"Come, young one. Come to us." His ears flicked forward at the voice, and this time he was able to pinpoint the source. It was coming from the city.

He'd made it this far. He wouldn't stop now. He spread his wings and leaned forward, and almost immediately felt a gentle warm updraft beneath his wings, carrying him toward the city. He soared over the city, past the lighthouse, past the numerous gold-trimmed marble structures that dotted the massive platform on which the city rested.

And then it came into view. A massive obelisk, topped with a large glowing sphere, dwarfed only by the city's lighthouse. This was it, he knew it. This was his destiny.

He wasn't sure how long he'd traveled through the dark, spiraling staircase. His eyes hurt from the darkness, the outer edges of his wings stung from the cold, and on top of that he'd lost all track of time. The creepy candles that had begun to take residence at his side did little to comfort him; rather, they made him even more anxious.

He began to wonder after some time if he would ever leave the monolithic tower. Had he made a mistake coming here?

"A little closer, dear. You're almost there." Part of him wanted to believe the voice, but at the same time, was it really even there? His mind wandered after the thought. He'd come to this place because a voice told him to, yet he'd never thought to question the voice. What if he really was just imagining it... or worse?

His mind was so completely covered by the fog of his questions that he failed to notice the dim glow just ahead. He stumbled into the open suddenly and stopped.

The light was blinding at first, but after a few moments his eyes adjusted and the brightness became bearable. The room around him was almost perfectly spherical, made of what appeared to be semi-transparent glass that gave off a dim golden glow. Seven stars floated aimlessly along the walls, following the same spiraling paths that the real stars in the sky outside had traveled since the Age of the Ancients. Did they move on their own? Or was someone controlling them?

Curious, he reached out to touch the glass wall. To his surprise, the glass was warm, unlike the cold silver-hued marble that made up the rest of the city. Movement caught his eye, and he realized the stars had slowly been gravitating toward his claws. He pulled himself away from the wall, backing slowly toward the center of the room.

The stars aligned as he watched, forming a loose circle. A light appeared in the center, dim at first, then growing in intensity and spreading across the glass. The dragon pulled his wings over his head, but even that did little to block the light.

Then just as suddenly as it had appeared, the light vanished. He waited for a moment, and when he was sure it had gone he opened his eyes again. A large, crab-like creature stood in front of him; the aura emanating from the being immediately marked it as an Elemental, but it was unlike any he'd ever seen before.

The creature lifted its claws, and for a moment he thought it might attack. But then he realized it wasn't a hostile move at all — a large, iridescent pearl sat in the creature's claws, with a soft glow coming from within. He stepped slowly toward the crab, taking the offering into his own talons.

Like the light that just moments before had spread throughout the room, memories began to flood his head as his scales came into contact with the smooth, warm surface of the pearl. And though he wasn't sure how he had come to the conclusion, he knew they were his memories.

He was a Skydancer, negotiating an armistice for her clan. He was a Guardian, embarking on the great adventure to find a Charge. He was a hatchling, of a breed he didn't recognize, playing in the sunlight in a grassy field.

But before that, he had been something else. He was the grass in the field, long before the hatchling would come to play there. He was the river that watered the grass, providing a home to the fish that swam within. He was the ancient force which commanded the sun to rise with the day, and the moons with the night.

But he was also the Pearlcatcher who wandered the ruins, the dragon who just months before had worked alongside his Deity. He knew now who he was. He was Murry, Caretaker of the Lost and Forgotten. And like the spirits of the past who had shown him his true self, he would be the guiding light that revealed the truth to all of Sornieth.