Atreyu

"The Trio of Gold,
What terrors do they hold,
Their power that burns so bright?

With their cackles and laughter,
That will send you into hereafter,
Once you are in their sight!"

The crimson and gold dragoness stared at their nest in irritation, claws tapping angrily on the stone beneath her. Oh she knew it wasn't her glowing white mate's fault, but it was the state of their nest. Her nest, to be precise. The veil had been the thinnest the night their eggs were laid and hatched. What was once four eggs, there now were three cackling hatchlings. Three. The fourth egg? It's power had been siphoned by these three before it could hatch. Although no child of theirs was alive until the translucent egg cracked open, it.... only meant that their powers were, unfortunately, just as uncontrollable as Taliesin and her's first nest.

"This is... unfortunate." the white dragon sighed, tone disappointed as his eyes glowed from behind the black fabric. Their childrens' eyes were a deep shade of crimson and a strange taint of shadows swirled in their power. He could sense it, a corroding thing that only upset the balance they thought to have created between their magic. Instead it now tilted just as dangerously out of balance as their first children.

"We will need to keep an eye on them as they grow. If they do not learn to clear their minds and try and purge this corrosion, they will remain dangerously unstable. The thinning veil did not do us any favors." Ausir huffed at him, leaning down to nose their hatchlings. One hiccuped and breathed a gust of sparking magic which caught the air on fire. The dragoness drew back and closed her eyes, counting to ten. This.... will be an interesting trio.

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The youngest and quietest of the trio is Atreyu. Many never have the chance to see him, even though you'd think that the bright pearly scales and shining wings would be a dead giveaway. But the only thing that can be seen is perhaps a shimmery pearlescent fog, similar to a mirage in the desert, swimming in the shadows in the corner of one's eyes. For you see, he is a manipulator of shadows. He uses them like a cloak, pulling them over and completely muting his colors. He is very playful, in a crazy deranged sort of way, and soft giggles can always be heard in the darkness.

If he is in a good mood, unlike the others, he'll simply play with his victims, allowing them to see glimpses of the fog, where the shadows are less thick. Only they will get unscathed, as every eyewitness that hadn't vanished swore that there was this strange mist in the darkness, that vanished when they turned to look. It was ghosts everyone tells them in hushed whispers. It was either that or they were dismissed as crazy. But many people are right to be cautious of the darkness and what lies in the shadows.

After all, Atreyu lives in them. However, for those that go missing? They never once catch sight of such mist. Instead they scream and run as the shadows chase after them. Perhaps they see the red color of his eyes when he finally appears, but no one ever knows. So beware and hope you never see a shining dragons with golden scales and wings. It might be the very last thing you ever see. Sleep tight.

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The Nightmare on Golden Wings

"Don't let his shining appearance fool you, his heart is as black as his scales are luminous. Never trust him, or else you'll quickly find yourself on the road to ruin."