Hecate

HECATE

Hecate. That was her name. Many dragons knew of her magical prowess, and whispers abounded about the source of these powers. Some said she was blessed by the deities. Others claimed that she had made a pact with some dark power. But Hecate knew herself well. She stood at the lake, looking at her reflection. A face she had slowly learned to recognize as her own, and come to care about as much as she used to care about her old forms. Hecate was old, not that she would ever say it. Not that anyone would ever believe her. When she was cast away, trapped in this shell, she kept some of her domain. They still cared about her, she supposed. It was no matter. She never cared about them in return. For the first years (she wasn't sure if it was decades or centuries), she waited for them to change their mind. However, it became apparent that this would not happen. So Hecate left to learn about her new prison. She learned that there were other deities here, other gods that had created dragons in their likeness. Her prison was called a "Skydancer". The deities did not recognize her as a god (former god, she thought bitterly). They had never heard of her pantheon. But that was alright. The less these gods know about her, the better. That way, she could continue her work unhindered.

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