Clovis

Clovis found himself in a strange shadow clan. The clan was led by an abberation couple. They seemed strange but quite friendly. They informed him of how their clan was rebuilt. He thought that was pretty impressive for two dragons. Clovis enjoyed some circus performances and ate yummy sweets. Something felt off about the clan but he still had his fun. He even met the resident fan dragons and element reps. Clovis was very sad to leave but excited for his next adventure!

He stared at the horrific beast, eyes as wide as dinner plates. It seemed that, once again, the world was wanting him to fight. "I can't do this", he squeaked with a lack of confidence that even he couldn't judge, "I'm not a warrior. I'm not supposed to be here."

"I don't get it", the Mirror stated, "you're supposed to be a warrior, are you not? You said it's in your bloodline to do so."

"Yeah, well, I also said that's not what I want! You should be finding someone else for this!" And so, Clovis unceremoniously flew off, unaware of the devastation that decorated the Mirror's face. As unsatisfying as this felt, it wasn't his job to satisfy this Clan and their deity. That would have to be in the hands of some other dragon, perhaps someone that was actually willing to fight a magic zombie!

Clovis found his way into Clan Duneberry unexpectedly. He had gotten lost in the Viridian Labyrinth and was stumbling through the maze when (following the electric glow) he accidentally came upon the Power Bay. He was welcomed and given a place to say, but everyone seemed to be busy with something else, something about a curse being lifted at last. Confused with it all, Clovis headed to his lodging... and it was there that suddenly all attention was on him. Everyone watched him with awed expressions and whispered among themselves. Clovis squirmed under their intense gazes and hid in his provided den. Someone asked to come in almost immediately after, and Clovis reluctantly agreed. Maybe speaking with someone would help clear up whatever was going on.

The dragon that entered was a fellow guardian, one who smelled of mushrooms and old wood and held a mysterious aura. He named himself Sunstone, telling Clovis that he was a shaman of sorts. Clovis piped up eagerly, "Why is everyone acting strangely towards me?" and then with a sudden thought added, "Does it have anything to do with that curse I heard about when I came?" The shaman seemed to ignore his questions, "You are a 'Night Warrior', am I correct?" But before Clovis could respond, Sunstone continued, "Our clan worships a certain prophecy, a prophecy which in itself is a clan. And in that clan exists a Black Knight," A chill involuntary ran through Clovis upon hearing the powerful name, despite the fact that he had never heard of it, "The Black Knight is a guardian just as you are, one as dark and heavy as lead and said to be so powerful, he once challenged a god when gripped with rage," Clovis couldn't believe what he was hearing. He expected Sunstone to say more, but he now was suddenly silent. But yet again, just as Clovis was about to speak, the dragon continued, "Of course, that's certainly not you. I can feel your energy; you are pathetically weak-minded." Clovis was a bit shocked by the rude comment, but at least it was better than being endlessly urged into battle. There was only one question on his mind now, "What does all this mean for me? What should I do?" Sunstone shrugged, "I know that you're not the Black Knight, but the rest of the clan may think otherwise." He turned to leave, "But that's up to you to deal with." Clovis sighed. He needed a rest.

Clovis appeared to be in some sort of unknown clan. He thought he was just at Power Bay, but this place seems vastly different. He found himself surrounded by all sorts of dragons, all across the world. None of them seem to notice he is there. Clovis found his way to some sort of tavern, he can hear dragons laughing and see them drunk off of mead. He sat himself down at the bar next to a guardian like himself, except this one was wearing armor. This guy seems to be ready to fight something, I wonder what it could be. Maybe he might know this Black Knight. "Excuse me, sir, my name is Clovis, I am looking for a dragon known as the Black Knight. Do you know where I could find them?" Clovis was shaking, he was nervous asking this dragon, yet he felt a wave of relief. The dragon turned to look at Clovis. His eyes were glowing bright with the color yellow, looking into my soul. "You are looking right at him." He looked at Clovis with a stern glare. "HAHAHAHA! You should see the look on your face! You look so scared! Hi, I'm Lead, THE Black Knight." He kept rambling on and on, Clovis was mesmerized but knew that there is no way the Black Knight would be so... Childish. "Listen, kid, I sent you here, you are currently asleep at the Power Bay at Clan Duneberry. This is only possible because of our clan's Arcanist. Thanks, Geode!" Lead moves his head to the left of him, Clovis can see a little Fae dragon in the corner of the Tavern working on a spell. Clovis thinks to himself, He sure does change from serious to expressive quickly, "Wait, where are we exactly?" Clovis was finally able to say something. "We are currently in Lanternlea Port, which is located in the Sunbeam Ruins. Find me here when you get the chance. We have a lot to talk about, friend." Lead finished with a big smile. Before Clovis could say anything else, Lead and the entire Tavern started to fade into dust. "Wait! No, don't go yet!" They all disappeared and the Clovis woke up in a cold sweat. Clovis started to pack all of his stuff and settled off on the road, time to go to the Sunbeam Ruins.

After several days and nights, Clovis found himself in the Sunbeam Ruins at last. He begins to speak to himself, "Where could this Lanternlea Port be?" He returns to his travels in the Sunbeam Ruins but a dragon, shining in the sky, flies over to him. "Who must you be?" The dragon asked with a low tone. Clovis, unknowingly staring at the light of the dragon, couldn't stop admiring the glimmer of light on his scales. "M-my name is Cl-Clovis. I am here to meet with Lead?" The tension grew between the two dragons. Clovis felt bothered by the dragon's aura. "HAHA YES, LEAD! you must follow me." This dragon seemed very strange, much like Lead. He switched between laughing and being serious. The two dragons fly together to the port, "Sorry for barging in on you like that, Clovis, I am Tenjo, the protector of this clan," Protector of this clan? "What is the name of the clan you protect?" Clovis was intrigued with this dragon and his clan, he wanted to know more. "The clan I protect? Oh HA, I suppose Lead hasn't told you. I am the protector of the clan called Hikari no Yogen but we go by the Clan of Prophetic Light. The leader of the clan was summoned by the Lightweaver herself. Legends say that once in a millennium, a dragon is brought down from the heavens by the Lightweaver, a warrior, a savior, a leader. When this happens, it usually would occur when a tragedy will erupt in the future. This savior will defend all dragons and protect them from this... tragedy. I'm done talking, my mouth hurts, talk to the clan's scholar, Ultraviolet, he can tell you all about it." Tragedy? What tragedy is there? The world is perfectly fine as it is, strange. Clovis and Tenjo land at the port greeting a dragon that shines brighter than Tenjo himself. Clovis couldn't believe his eyes, the power he feels, radiating off from this dragon, "What is your name?" Clovis asked with no thought involved. "SILENCE! This is the leader of our clan," Tenjo whispers, "You must kneel before our higher power." Clovis closes his eyes to distance from eye contact with the leader, he kneels alongside Tenjo. "Welcome, Clovis," What? How did he know my name? "Lead, has told me about you, I am Raitogadian, the leader of this paradise. You must hurry, he is waiting." Clovis stood up and followed behind Raitogadian. His voice was even lower than Tenjo's, it was also soothing. I feel more relaxed than ever.

They enter a large observatory filled to the brim with books, scrolls, and stone tablets. In the middle of the observatory, is an enormous table with several seats, and in the middle is a globe.

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