Beloved

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Cold. It’s too cold. I’m cold?

Beloved stretched out her neck, gazing upwards as her vision came into focus. Taking in her surroundings, she realized that she was laying in a vast, frozen cavern. Icicles hung from the tall ceiling, some so long they stretched into the stone floor, forming great pillars of ice as they melted and re-froze over themselves. The Imperial dragon shivered, feeling unsteady. Having been born among the glacial floes of the Southern Icefield with a resistance to the harsh weather, the sensation of cold was not one that Beloved was very familiar with, nor particularly fond of feeling.

Clink. Clink. Clink. Clink.

What is that sound? Where is it coming from? I must investigate…

Extending her legs out from beneath her, Beloved rose to her feet and sniffed the air. Her breath came out in short, foggy bursts, the particles freezing almost immediately. She could not recall a time in which she ever felt so chilled, as though to the bone. She shivered again, pulling her hood closer around her face. Perking her ears, she listened for a moment to the strange, almost metallic clanging, before identifying that it was coming from a long tunnel in the cave, spiraling downwards into the darkness. Beloved took in a shaky breath, gathered her courage, and started off down the winding passage.

Clink. Clink. Clink.

The odd sound echoed off the icy walls, which were becoming more frequently interspersed with stone the lower Beloved traveled. Less and less light filtered through the ice as she walked.

What in Sornieth is that noise?

Clink. Clink. Clink.

Clink. Clink. Clink. CLUNK!

Beloved paused, gulping audibly. Mixed feelings of fear and curiosity surged through her gut. Despite feeling afraid of what she might find, she knew she had to discover what was at the bottom of the cave. She shook herself, almost harshly, and continued descending into the frozen depths once more.

Clink. Clink. CLINK. CLINK.

The strange sound was growing louder and louder, and Beloved knew she was getting close, despite the fact that she was now standing in almost total darkness. She took one final step, and suddenly, the cavern around her opened up again, and was filled with an almost unnatural, sparkling light. She blinked, her eyes watering as they adjusted to the sudden change. Wiping the droplets from her face, she took in her new surroundings.

She had entered a new chamber in the cave, which was filled top to bottom with glowing gold ore. Here and there, various gemstones poked their way through the walls, still rough and smoky in their unrefined state. There was more treasure here than Beloved had ever seen!

CLINK. CLINK. CLINK.

Having been distracted by the glittering trove around her, Beloved nearly forgot about the curious noise she had originally set off to investigate. Bending her long neck, she scanned the cavern, looking for the origin of the sound. Turning around a corner, she finally found it, and her breath caught in her throat.

There before her, pickaxe in claw, was a most beautiful Imperial dragon, with golden scales veining through dark, and great, shimmering red wings decorated with resplendent swirls. She was mining away at the gold ore of the cave, humming a tune to herself.

Why, it’s me! That dragon is ME!

Beloved gasped loudly at this realization, and her almost-mirror image turned to face her. The other dragon simply smiled, tilted her head to the side, and winked.


Beloved startled awake. Only a dream, she thought to herself. She stood, yawning and stretching. She was back home, her clanmates still slumbering peacefully around her. It was still dark, the sun having not yet risen. Beloved shook herself, examining her wings to find that they had returned to their original broken pattern, the beautiful smoky swirls now absent. She sighed. She had never been fond of her wings.

Perhaps not only a dream, Beloved surmised, still feeling strange. She felt as though she were not entirely either here or there, as though her body and mind were still somewhat separate, caught in a space between waking and dreaming. Polvorón will know. He knows of these things. She set off to find her great-grandfather, taking care not to wake the other dragons still snoring around her.

When she found Polvorón, he was already awake, using a few quick moments to observe his reflection in a large mirror as he readied himself for the day ahead. Adore hesitated for a moment, watching him pull a comb through his thick mane, and adjusting his collar and earrings after they had fallen askew during the night. Beloved had deep love for her great-grandfather, and had always thought highly of how he was never afraid to express himself, sometimes even identifying as more female than male, or a certain space in-between that Beloved did not exactly understand, but still admired his courage for.

“Come in, child. I see you. How are you today?” Polvorón smiled warmly at Beloved’s reflection in the mirror before turning to face her.

“I feel strange. I had the most peculiar dream,”

Polvorón nodded as Beloved described her sleeping vision, making occasional affirmative “hmmms” to himself. As she finished her tale, he sat in silence for a moment, twisting the many rings on his talons in contemplation. His pause made Beloved feel apprehensive, and she fidgeted with the long hairs in her tail while she waited for him to speak.

“Child, do you know why I chose the name Beloved for you?” he finally asked. Beloved shook her head. Polvorón continued, “Although you are, indeed, adored by many members of this clan, your parents, grandparents, siblings, and of course myself. This is not why I chose this name for you. I have called you Beloved so that you may someday learn to love yourself. I have seen you struggle with this, as much as you try to hide it,”

Beloved blushed and looked down at the floor, feeling tears start to burn in her eyes. Her great-grandfather spoke the truth; she had long been battling herself, disliking her own appearance, feeling as though she was not good enough, envious of the way her clanmates seemed to achieve perfection in their pursuits so easily while she faltered and felt left behind. Despite the fact that she had often seen success herself, however small, she never felt as though she had achieved much in her short life. It was never enough, never satisfactory. Never perfect. Beloved felt a lump forming in her throat, and the tears in her eyes escaped and began falling down her face. Why do I always cry? she thought to herself, Useless crybaby. Like a hatchling. I can’t ever hold these stupid tears back. How weak I am.

Polvorón wrapped Beloved in a tight hug, holding her close. For a few moments they simply sat while he petted her head gently, waiting for her ragged breaths to return to calm ones, and her sobs to quiet into small whimpers.

“My sweet child,” Polvorón spoke gently, leaning Beloved back to look into her face, “You must learn how special you are. You have heard me tell the tale of the magick this clan holds, and the great power of The Boon?” Beloved nodded. Of course she had, every hatchling was told the story. Polvorón continued, “While you know that all of my descendants have a great talent for magick, not all are gifted with The Boon. However, I do believe that you, sweet Beloved, are one such exceptional dragon,”

Beloved’s eyes widened. “You really believe so?” she asked.

Polvorón nodded, wiping a tear from his great-granddaughter’s cheek. “Indeed, child, I do. You were born under the waxing crescent moon, gifting you with valuable psychic affinity. While you may sometimes be stubborn, you are a resilient and curious old soul, with a great creative imagination and ambition, and have the ability to receive visions and messages through dreams, both waking and sleeping. Your vision from last night affirms this. I believe the time has come for you to leave the clan, to go out into the world and discover yourself, and to come into your own, growing into your full potential,”

Beloved shook her head, “But I will miss you!” she protested, “I will miss you and my parents and everyone else! I don’t know how to be on my own! I can’t do it!” Another lump started in Beloved’s throat, and she swallowed around it, desperate to not start crying again.

Polvorón chuckled, “Of course you feel that way, my dear. To leave your home clan for the first time is an intimidating thing for many dragons. But you must learn not to doubt yourself so much. You only dampen your own successes that way, you know,” Beloved frowned. She knew that her great-grandfather was right, but she didn’t like it much.

“Beloved,” Polvorón said, his voice deepening with a sense of authority, “listen to me, now. Your time is upon you. You must go out into the world of Sornieth, experience all it has to offer, observe and learn everything you can. The power of your Boon depends on it, and an untold number of dragons may come to depend on you. This is the blessing and burden that those with The Boon carry. It is your duty, and your right. No one can take this journey from you, nor carry it for you. You must travel this road for yourself, and though it will sometimes be frightening, you will not regret it. You must discover what it is that The Boon means for you, and grow into your full power. You will come to understand that this is something you must do, that this is your purpose,”

Beloved straightened herself. Polvorón spoke the truth, and she felt his words fill her with a strange sense of courage she had not felt before. It was time.

Polvorón smiled at Beloved again, and patted her head, “Ready yourself, child. The clan will gather to say goodbye to you. Today is, after all, the first day of the rest of your life"

All the clan was gathered at the front of their dwelling, forming a semicircle. Polvorón stepped forward, accompanied by Beloved’s mother, Vianturea, and her father, Valentine. Beloved had never seen them look so proud, and felt a wave of mixed happiness and sadness wash over her. She would miss them more than anything.

Vianturea spoke first, “My daughter, I love you so very much. We all have gifts for you,” she handed Beloved a small box. Thanking her, Beloved took it and opened it. Inside was a pair of round copper earrings. “That symbol there is the one which denotes Transmutation,” Via continued, “They are to remind you that, while change can be scary, it is the one thing that is always guaranteed, and so you must learn to flow with it, rather than fight against it,” Beloved smiled, thinking of all the changes her mother had gone through in her own life. If anyone was good at accepting unexpected adjustments, it was definitely her. Via smiled back, “You are always capable of creating your own change, Beloved. I know you will do what it takes in order to grow into the dragon you wish to become,”

Valentine came to her next, “You know I love you as well, my delightful Beloved,” he said, ruffling her mane playfully, “here I have for you, your own tankard, to keep your belly full and warm. I hope it will remind you of the warmth of home,” Beloved took the tankard from her father. She could tell it had been carved with care, knowing that wood was not a common resource in their icy home. She turned it over, and noticed that there was a large chip in one of the panels on the side. Valentine laughed, “And that is to remind you, that not everything has to be perfect in order to be beautiful!”

“It is perfect, just the way it is,” Beloved replied.

Polvorón took his turn last, presenting Beloved with a lantern strung on a leather strap. It glowed with an amber light. “Here, for you, Beloved,” he announced, passing it to her, “This lantern is imbued with my own special magic. It will go out when you ask it, but it will never flicker or extinguish. Use it to light your way on your journey, and remind yourself of the light that exists within you,”

Beloved felt her eyes fill with tears once more, but this time she didn’t try to stop them. She felt the adoration of her clanmates surrounding her, and was filled with a new sense of hope. “I love you all! I will miss you, and I promise to do my best! Please do not forget me,”

“We will never forget you,” Polvorón remarked, “and we do expect you to come back and visit us! Take care, dear child!”

Beloved smiled and turned, gazing up at the sky, which was turning from a warm orange to the clearest blue as the sun rose above the horizon. She was ready.

“Goodbye! Goodbye! We love you!”

As her clanmates waved her off, Beloved spread her wings and rose above the icy floes. She took in a deep breath of the chilly air, and let out a triumphant roar which echoed against the glacier. Today was the first day of the rest of her life.



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