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Dewi

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"O'na teris alferdiyos!"

Familiar

Maren Warlock

Energy: 32/50

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Length

22.8 m

Wingspan

23.5 m

Weight

6777.83 kg

Genetics

Tangerine
Savannah

Obsidian
Safari

Obsidian
Thylacine

Hatchday

Dec 23, 2020
(3 years)

Breed

Adult
Imperial

Eye Type

Fire
Common

Level 1 Imperial

EXP: 0 / 245

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QCK

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Biography

King

____Dewi Pendraig____

Dragonblood king

Theme song - East
Theme song - Four

Theme song - Two[/i][/center]

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_ Many years went by, in the Emlyn town.

The dragonblood king and his friend of a ghost.

There was war, there was peace.

There were deaths and there were births.

Ventures into great lands,

and small close to hand lands.

Ruling for so very long, he became tired of it all.

Hundreds of years of being king had taken its toll.

He gave his crown away, to his rightful heir Gwydre.

A worthy ruler, all would come to say.

He and his friend alone now, to explore the world around them.

They ventured far, they ventured wide.

They ventured home again after a time.

Now in a house of brick instead of a castle of stone.

They settled down to make it a home.

No longer king, no longer on a throne,

He let time take the lead into the unknown.

Now, near half a century later,

The light was fading.

The dragonblood waning but the ghost never ageing.

It was time for them go, they both knew.

So to the castle they went for a final, glorious, show. _

‘Sire, you should rest,’ Ulric, his servant, said from his place by the door.

Dewi didn't even look up. He continued his pacing from one side of the room to the other, gaze firmly fixed on the floor. Across the floor, to the table, turn around, to the wall, repeat. He'd been doing this for three nights in a row and it showed on his face. Dark rings circled his eyes, his hair flopped lank and unwashed over his face.

‘Sire, you sho-’ Ulric reiterated.

‘Shut up!’ Dewi snapped. ‘I know. You've been saying the exact same thing for three days and it's driving me insane!’

‘Sorry, my lord,' Ulric muttered, staring down at his scuffed shoes.

The Dragonblood Prince stopped at the wall and placed his hands on it as if he was trying to topple the entire castle. The stone was cold beneath his fingers despite the fire burning in its hearth nearby. He let his head drop to the wall, hitting it rather harder than intended. ‘Ow...’

He heard Ulric take a breath to say something, but no words came forth. Dewi glanced over to him to see him gently scuffing a heel on the floor, eyes downcast.

‘Okay...’ Dewi said. ‘I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be harsh, I just... I just need some quiet. You can go home for the night, Ulric. You can have the day off tomorrow if you like, too.’

Ulric looked up at him with something akin to amazement on his features. ‘Are you certain, sire?’

‘I am certain, Ulric.’

A pure grin spread across Ulric's face. ‘Thank you, sire! I can visit my family for the first time in months. I will be sure to be back by nightfall.’ The smile dropped as suddenly as it had appeared. ‘Will you be alright?’

Dewi half heartedly smiled. ‘Of course I will be. Now go! Enjoy yourself.’

Ulric departed with a little yip of excitement. Sometimes, Dewi thought, the boy was very much like an eager, excitable pup. Running around after his master without so much as a shred of unwillingness.

Now alone, Dewi went back to leaning on the wall. The cold seeped into his skin even through his thick tunic, but not even that distracted him from his worry. Surely, by now, he would have had word from Orto? He knew it was difficult for the Dragonblood to send letters to him, but she had always managed it before. Had something happened to her? Had the patrols found her? Oh god, had he given away her home?? He hoped not, for all dragonbloods' sakes. Orto was the only healer he knew who would treat dragons. He wouldn't be able to bear it if he had led the patrol right to her.

Or if something had happened to Myth.

The figure of his friend writhing in the flames still haunted him when he closed his eyes. He could still smell the stench of burned flesh and hair and clothes. Still hear the jagged scream. Myth had been all but dead because he had not got there soon enough. Yet... There had been that flicker of life back in Orto's cave.

‘Oh Myth, where are you?’ Dewi murmured, closing his eyes.

‘Closer than you'd think.’

No. It couldn't be.

Eyes open again, brown meeting green.

It was.

Dewi couldn't be sure if he said anything, but he suspected he squealed. Prince and friend embraced in the tightest bear hug either of them had ever known. He was back! Myth was back. He was burned and broken, red hair singed away and a staff in one hand to help him walk, but he was back.

Dewi had never been a good swordsman, but with Myth's tutoring he was quickly becoming one of the better ones. Everyday, they picked up their swords and practiced. Dewi loved it. Who wouldn't? Battling your friend with swords, learning new moves and having a laugh along the way couldn't get any better. Today, they were in Dewi's chambers, battling it out in the middle of the room. They'd pushed the furniture to the walls for more space, but even so they still occasionally knocked into it.

'Whoa!' The king leaned back, Myth's sword whizzing past a hand's breadth from his nose. 'Watch it!'

'When do I not?' Myth retorted with a faint smirk.

'Uhh, never?' Dewi swung his blade in a downwards arc before changing it's course to slice up. Myth managed to block the blow with his hilt, then trapped Dewi's blade with his and sent it spinning from his hand.

Dewi sighed and went after it. 'One of these days, I will best you.'

Myth just shrugged and readied his sword for another round.

Clash!

King's sword met friend's sword in an unearthly screech, both of them evenly matched. For someone so short, Dewi could hold up well against a taller swordsperson. Well, until said taller person kicked him in the ankle.

'That's cheating!' Dewi exclaimed, stumbling back.

'I never said I'd play clean.'

He straightened up, an indignant look on his face. 'Aight, well, if you're going to be like that.' He lifted his sword up above his head and brought it down with as much force as he could muster. At the very last moment, however, he swung it round and down in an arc to cut into Myth's side.

Myth blocked it with ease.

'Remember,' the redhead said. 'I taught you that move.'

Before Dewi could reply, there was a knock at the door

'Enter!' He called, leaning his sword on the table and reaching for a mug of water that had remarkable stayed upright on the much bashed table.

'My king!' A guard said, striding into the room. Dewi recognised him as Endre. 'Who were you fighting?'

'Oh, just Myth. He's letting me practice swordplay with him.'

Endre cocked his head, white hair falling over his eyes. 'But sire, Myth is not here.'

'Sure he is.' Dewi turned and poked his friend with the sword. 'Right here, before our eyes.'

'No sire,' Endre said. 'There is no one there.'

'Have you no eyes?' Dewi laughed, though it trailed away when he saw the serious look the guard gave him. 'What do you mean?'

'I mean, sire, there is no one but you and I in this room. Look, I shall prove it.'

Endre strode to stand beside his king and drew his own sword. It glinted in the light streaming in through the window, giving it a deadly gleam. Instead of raising his sword ready, Myth sheathed it and stood tall, making no move to get out of the way.

'What are you doing, both of you?' Dewi glanced between them.

'Don't worry,' Myth murmured.

'Well, that's just going to make me worry more, isn't it?'

Endre took a small step forwards, sword raised, and for a fleeting moment something like fear crossed Myth's face, but it was gone just as quickly as it came. He stood perfectly still, watching Dewi with his green eyes.

'I'm sorry,' he said.

Endre's sword swung down, slicing right through Myth.

'NO!' Dewi lunged for his friend, but the guard held him back. 'WHY DID YOU...'

Myth was still standing there, still breathing, without a wound in sight. 'I'm sorry,' he whispered again.

Dewi struggled from Endre's hold. 'What did you...'

Endre sheathed his sword. 'I showed you the truth.'

Dewi shook his head, staring at Myth.

'I'm sorry, but I had to, sire.' Endre gently put a hand on his king's shoulder. 'I came to escort you to the meeting, my king. It is starting very soon.'

'No,' Dewi shook him off. 'Leave me. I will come later.'

'My king--'

'Leave me.'

The glare he gave Endre was enough to send the guard scurrying from the room.

When the door had shut, Dewi slumped against the table with a bowed head. 'Why.' It was a statement, not a question, but Myth replied anyway.

'I had to. I couldn't bare to see you alone.'

'But I am alone.'

Even without looking, Dewi could see the faint sadness in Myth's eyes. 'You know what I mean.'

'No,' he slammed a hand on the table. 'I don't. You know nothing. You are nothing. You are not even real!'

A long silence filled the chambers, broken only by their breathing.

'I am real in your mind,' Myth murmured.

'No,' Dewi reiterated. He looked up at his friend. For the first time ever, he saw Myth had tears in his eyes. 'You're dead. I should have known that when you reappeared it was too good to be true. You are nothing but a figment of my imagination.'

'I...' Myth took a breath, his head down. 'Even if I am not real to others, I am real to you. That is all that matters.'

'It is not,' Dewi all but roared. He turned away, hands clenching in his ginger hair. Only in bad times did he do that. 'The guards, the knights, my kingdom, will think I am mad because of you. You, something that is not even real, has caused me to make a fool of myself!'

Myth stayed silent.

'You are dead. I watched you burn. I felt those flames myself when I tried to rescue you,' Dewi said. 'I have been tricking myself all this time, thinking that my only friend had come back to life. I let this fantasy continue without so much as a thought to the fact that you surely could not have come back. You're not real. I wish you were, but you are not, Myth. You are fake. A fiction.'

Silence in the room. A quiet so intense it made his ears ring.

'Myth?'

He looked back, scanning the room. His friend had gone.

'Oh...' He muttered under his breath. It was for the better, he told himself, sinking into a chair. It was certainly for the better.

So why did it feel so wrong? Why did it feel like a part of him had vanished?

Another knock at the door caused him to raise his head.

'My king?' Endre's voice drifted through the wooden door. 'I must insist that you come. Everyone is there already.'

Dewi sighed and stood, the chair scraping back on the oak floor. No Myth to help him through this. There never had been.

He was ruling alone now.

He had been for a long time.

Splosh!

The flat stone didn't even attempt to skim the surface of the lake and instead sunk to a watery grave. Small bubbles rose up and burst, releasing long ago trapped air into the world.

'Myyyyyyth,' Dewi called to his friend. 'How do you skim stones?'

Myth looked up from the pile of dry sticks he was stacking for the campfire. 'You have to flick them,' he said somewhat helpfully.

'That's what I'm doing and it's not working.' Dewi picked up a flat, oval pebble and tried to flick it across the still lake. It immediately sank with ploip.

'Not like that.' Myth came over and selected a perfect skimming stone from the many on the shore. 'Watch. Like this.' He held the rock just so and swiftly flicked it out over the water. It hopped several times before sinking in a swirl of bubbles.

Dewi copied him and, yet again, the stone promptly sank. 'Whaa?'

Myth sighed. 'There's a knack to it. Come here.' He gave Dewi a pebble and showed him how to hold it; hand curled into a loose fist, thumb and index gripping the stone. He went behind Dewi and shadowed his movements to show him how to stand and throw the stone. Arm drawn back a little like you were about to bowl a ball, slight crouch and with a flick of the wrist the stone was skipping merrily over the lake. Myth patted his shoulder and broke away with a smile. 'Now try.'

The former king grabbed the nearest flat pebble and quickly did what he'd just been shown. The stone half skipped, hit a tiny wave and sank. He tried again but the same think happened. Every time he attempted to skim the stones they refused to do as they were told.

'Why won't it work!' Dewi threw a stone into the lake and sat down on the shore. Something that looked remotely like a fish splashed up and caught the stone before disappearing back to the depths. 'The stones do not like me, apparently.'

Myth quietly picked up another rock and skimmed it, but this time he threw it almost as if he were flicking water from his fingertips. 'Try like that instead.'

Dewi huffed but did as he was told. To his surprise it worked! The stone flew over the lake until the not-fish snatched it mid skip. He gave Myth a delighted look and skimmed at least a dozen more pebbles, scouring the shore for the perfect ones. By the time he stopped the sun had set and the dusk was creeping in from the forest.

'Put your initials on here,' Myth said, handing him a small, flat piece of slate when he arrived at the flickering campfire.

'Why?'

Myth smiled but didn't reply.

Dewi used the tip of his knife to scratch "DP" on the stone beside where Myth had put his initials along with the year. The sound of it made him cringe, but he made sure the impressions were deep enough to stay on despite the nails-on-eggshell quality of it.

'Thanks.' Myth took the proffered rock and took it to the edge of the lake, where he held it for a second. When he launched it out over the lake it trailed a faint glow of orange. Instead of slowing and sinking as it should have, it built up momentum and skipped to the edge, where it followed the curve of the shore.

Dewi came to sit beside Myth and watch the enchanted skipping stone. If he squinted he could have mistaken it for a will-o-wisp dancing in the evening halflight.

'Thank you,' he said.

'For what?'

'This. Everything you've done. You.'

Myth was quiet for a moment, not knowing what to say. 'You're welcome?' He finally said.

Dewi chuckled, a peaceful smile playing on his face. It had been a long time since he'd truly felt this way.

From the woods, a grey dragon watched. Brown eyes softened and usual hard expression melted to that of a small smile. To see her king sleep on the shoulder of the half ghost she had tried so hard to save was as sweet as the chocolate she kept stealing from the future. Both of them could finally be free to explore the realm, the kingdom that one of them had once owned. No ties to people, not duties to uphold. Freedom to wander was the greatest freedom of all.

And the skipping stone... She watched it as it wove an odyle pattern across the surface of the water, much like a spiderweb in the morning dew. This lake would become something of legend, she would make sure of it.

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By Toothless0603!

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