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Personal Style
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Length
5.94 m
Wingspan
5.67 m
Weight
430.41 kg
Genetics
Storm
Python
Python
Twilight
Rosette
Rosette
Caribbean
Ringlets
Ringlets
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Level 1 Nocturne
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
7
QCK
6
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
7
Biography
"...I'd give anything to learn Water magic."
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Zamna, Part 1, Interlude
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This chapter is set approximately
one month before Maple Part 1/Volume III start
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Zamna, Part 1, Interlude
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This chapter is set approximately
one month before Maple Part 1/Volume III start
Ever since Zamna was barely more than a hatchling, she's always had a fascination with the Sea and its treasures.
But she was a Shadow dragon, hatched and raised within the domain of the Shadowbinder. Every time (and it happened a lot) somedrake caught her straying to the shores, observing fish beneath the water or flying amongst the seabirds (that always flew away from her anyway), there was always another dragon teasing her about her weird obsessions or elders scolding her on how she should really be spending her time.
But Zamna was never interested in learning how to be a trickster, like most Shadow dragons or other Nocturnes. Her mind and daydreams always wandered back to the water, even in the middle of her lessons.
Was there something wrong with her? She never thought so.
Until she overheard the others talking one night.
Things like “It's not normal”, “Can't focus on her studies”, “She will never be a true Shadow dragon”, and “Unless we act now”.
The last one made her heart stop. What were they planning to do with her? Did they really believe she was doing something wrong? She couldn't help feeling the way she did about the Sea.
That's when Zamna played the biggest trick on them all.
That night, she flew away.
But she was a Shadow dragon, hatched and raised within the domain of the Shadowbinder. Every time (and it happened a lot) somedrake caught her straying to the shores, observing fish beneath the water or flying amongst the seabirds (that always flew away from her anyway), there was always another dragon teasing her about her weird obsessions or elders scolding her on how she should really be spending her time.
But Zamna was never interested in learning how to be a trickster, like most Shadow dragons or other Nocturnes. Her mind and daydreams always wandered back to the water, even in the middle of her lessons.
Was there something wrong with her? She never thought so.
Until she overheard the others talking one night.
Things like “It's not normal”, “Can't focus on her studies”, “She will never be a true Shadow dragon”, and “Unless we act now”.
The last one made her heart stop. What were they planning to do with her? Did they really believe she was doing something wrong? She couldn't help feeling the way she did about the Sea.
That's when Zamna played the biggest trick on them all.
That night, she flew away.
...
She woke one morning, wondering where she was for a moment.
Zamna heard distant crashing when she woke, and cool, dry walls surrounded her on both sides.
She had fallen asleep in a small cave after Eleven knows how long she'd been flying. Her wings ached and her legs trembled slightly as she rose to stand and stretch.
At first she thought she was still back in the Tangled Wood, that her long journey had only been one long dream. But when she stuck her head out of the cave and peered around, she now knew that she was no longer in the Shadow realm.
She spied plenty of cacti dotting the desert, and vultures soared overhead. Dark storm clouds carried lightning as she heard the low rumbles of thunder.
This must be the Shifting Expanse! But she had no memory of crossing over the Sea or through the Sunbeam Ruins.
Her wings and limbs suddenly felt as though they no longer ached. Here, nodrake could keep her away from the Sea. Nodrake would tease her or berate her or tell her to study trickster magic.
She barely noticed the dry air as she bolted from her cave and darted straight to the water, her heart singing with joy at the sights, sounds, and smells of the vast Sea. She didn't care that the gulls and crabs evaded her or squawked in fear or annoyance, and she danced around many sea snails and empty and broken shells that littered the beach.
Suddenly, with a CRACK! of thunder directly overhead, she winced and crumpled forward, almost falling to her knees, and she pressed one paw to her forehead, her claws shaking.
Her head pounded and throbbed, feeling as if somedrake were digging their own claws into her brain, and she gasped in pain. Her vision blurred for a few heartbeats, and then the pounding in her head began to cease, and her vision gradually cleared.
What was—
What have we here? a voice boomed.
Zamna jumped and whirled around, but she saw nodrake else in sight.
You're new here, aren't you?
Was she hearing voices now? She couldn't tell who or what the voice belonged to, but it sounded deep, like thunder rolling across the desert floor.
Zamna didn't dare speak. Instead, she thought, Who are you? Where are you?
You'll have to speak out, I cannot hear or read your thoughts.
She didn't trust her own voice, but she spoke as clearly as she could, trying to keep from shaking.
“Who are you? Why can't I see you? Are you invisible?”
I cannot see you either, but does that make you invisible?
Zamna wasn't sure. She knew she wasn't invisible. “Do you know where I am? How are you speaking to me?”
My speech can be carried across the desert by the lightning and currents. With a little help from magic, of course.
Magic! Zamna had never been interested in learning the trickster magic the others had tried forcing on her, but what if she could learn other magic? Water magic? To move the waves...speak to the sea creatures...or breathe underwater...
I never did catch your name...
She wondered briefly if she should give this stranger her real name. Quickly remembering the beautiful shells she'd seen back home, she blurted the first word that came to mind.
“Cerith,” she said. “My name is Cerith.”
There was silence for a few moments, and her heart flipped when she heard that boom again.
Cerith...a beautiful name.
For the first time, new ideas of magic raced through her. Could this stranger teach her Water magic?
“What's your name?” she asked aloud. “I never did catch it.”
I? the voice thundered again, filling Cerith with new hope and wonder.
I am Thimbleweed.
She woke one morning, wondering where she was for a moment.
Zamna heard distant crashing when she woke, and cool, dry walls surrounded her on both sides.
She had fallen asleep in a small cave after Eleven knows how long she'd been flying. Her wings ached and her legs trembled slightly as she rose to stand and stretch.
At first she thought she was still back in the Tangled Wood, that her long journey had only been one long dream. But when she stuck her head out of the cave and peered around, she now knew that she was no longer in the Shadow realm.
She spied plenty of cacti dotting the desert, and vultures soared overhead. Dark storm clouds carried lightning as she heard the low rumbles of thunder.
This must be the Shifting Expanse! But she had no memory of crossing over the Sea or through the Sunbeam Ruins.
Her wings and limbs suddenly felt as though they no longer ached. Here, nodrake could keep her away from the Sea. Nodrake would tease her or berate her or tell her to study trickster magic.
She barely noticed the dry air as she bolted from her cave and darted straight to the water, her heart singing with joy at the sights, sounds, and smells of the vast Sea. She didn't care that the gulls and crabs evaded her or squawked in fear or annoyance, and she danced around many sea snails and empty and broken shells that littered the beach.
Suddenly, with a CRACK! of thunder directly overhead, she winced and crumpled forward, almost falling to her knees, and she pressed one paw to her forehead, her claws shaking.
Her head pounded and throbbed, feeling as if somedrake were digging their own claws into her brain, and she gasped in pain. Her vision blurred for a few heartbeats, and then the pounding in her head began to cease, and her vision gradually cleared.
What was—
What have we here? a voice boomed.
Zamna jumped and whirled around, but she saw nodrake else in sight.
You're new here, aren't you?
Was she hearing voices now? She couldn't tell who or what the voice belonged to, but it sounded deep, like thunder rolling across the desert floor.
Zamna didn't dare speak. Instead, she thought, Who are you? Where are you?
You'll have to speak out, I cannot hear or read your thoughts.
She didn't trust her own voice, but she spoke as clearly as she could, trying to keep from shaking.
“Who are you? Why can't I see you? Are you invisible?”
I cannot see you either, but does that make you invisible?
Zamna wasn't sure. She knew she wasn't invisible. “Do you know where I am? How are you speaking to me?”
My speech can be carried across the desert by the lightning and currents. With a little help from magic, of course.
Magic! Zamna had never been interested in learning the trickster magic the others had tried forcing on her, but what if she could learn other magic? Water magic? To move the waves...speak to the sea creatures...or breathe underwater...
I never did catch your name...
She wondered briefly if she should give this stranger her real name. Quickly remembering the beautiful shells she'd seen back home, she blurted the first word that came to mind.
“Cerith,” she said. “My name is Cerith.”
There was silence for a few moments, and her heart flipped when she heard that boom again.
Cerith...a beautiful name.
For the first time, new ideas of magic raced through her. Could this stranger teach her Water magic?
“What's your name?” she asked aloud. “I never did catch it.”
I? the voice thundered again, filling Cerith with new hope and wonder.
I am Thimbleweed.
To be continued...
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Cerith, Part 2, Volume III
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Coming soon...
lore below by smeen (194308)
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Cerith, Part 2, Volume III
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Coming soon...
lore below by smeen (194308)
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Cerith is not a sorcerer’s apprentice to collect seashells, but here she is. On the beach, collecting seashells for her dear master. Such tedious, mindless work. There’s no challenge to it at all. But the sorcerer has told her to collect shells for the entire night and not come back before sunrise. Seriously, Cerith isn’t quite sure if the timing has to be that exact. But then again, she isn’t even sure if this is a real assignment or not. Not that she would ever openly doubt her master, of course. That would be a very bad idea. However while she’s alone on the beach, she has all the time and space to doubt her master’s ideas!
The shell collecting quickly becomes an automatic thing for her, and Cerith’s thoughts drift off to more exciting things. When would her master teach her how to move the seas? Or how to shape the beaches? Those things always get her incredibly excited. Cerith has been interested in magic for her entire life, she cannot wait until she is a sorcerer herself! And she wants her own apprentice, one that she won’t send out for seashells... A sharp pain in one of her paws pulls Cerith out of her daydreams and back into reality. What in Shadowbinder’s name was that! She looks at her paw and sees blood dripping down into the sand. A seashell that’s so sharp it cut her skin, are you serious? With a deep, frustrated sigh, Cerith grips the sharp shell tightly, ignoring the pain in her paw. She turns to face the sea. And she throws the shell as far as she can away from her. Back into the water. There, a well-deserved punishment for the shell! Cerith sighs again, this is the absolute worst night of her life and she is completely ready for it to end. Ready to go back home and sleep. Maybe eat a snack or two. But before Cerith can even begin to think of what possible snacks to eat, something hits her in the head. She glances down at the sand below her. And what do you know? There’s that blasted shell again! At first, Cerith is just incredibly angry. But then she notices something weird. Something about the shell has changed. Not in appearance, but in energy. In aura, if you will. Curiously, her anger fades and she picks the sharp thing up again. Once again, she feels a sharp pain in her paw. But this time it isn’t because of something cutting her skin. |
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