Asphodel

In the darkness of the labyrinth, in the very heart underneath The Unseelie Court... Lies an inescapable darkness that few have ever returned from. Despite Crush's numerous attempts to explore the inky blackness, all return in the same fashion...




No one quite knew where Asphodel and his twin sister came from, not even themselves. It had been so long that they couldn't remember. All Asphodel could remember was the dark. They had been just normal dragons once, he thought. He vaguely remembered things, they came as only flashes really...

Him and his sister, running from something so terrifying he had forgotten it's name, did it ever have a name? He couldn't remember... They ran and ran through the Foxfire Bramble until their legs and wings bled, the brambles digging and scraping off their scales. Another flash and he remembered they wandering into a large clearing with a deep and hollow plague stricken tree. Another flash and him and Morwenna were huddled inside the hollow tree as the THING creeped even closer. His blood went cold as the thing advanced on them, he couldn't remember shapes but smells.



There was something else too... A voice, like the cracking of wood under foot that hissed in the dark as the impossible blackness rolled in like a fog and disturbed his senses. It's hissed whisper was the last thing he heard before the dark was claimed them both.



That was the last thing Asphodel remembered before emerging from the dark, changed. His old life felt like a distant memory but now... He felt like a shade of his former self. The shadow claimed him and now he would forever be a part of it. It was so strange, this feeling. He could feel the brambles stirring just underneath his skin but something about it felt... Joyous. He had an unquenchable desire to share his joy with any dragon that came along his path. The darkness was glorious and he would make sure any dragon he could would feel it too.

Once they had dug their way from the Foxfire Brambles into The Scarred Wastelands, Asphodel and his sister had followed their senses until they burst through the ground into the large cavern this CLAN CALLED THE HORDE called The Wyrmling Labyrinth. It was a lovely place, full of dark shadows and filled to the BRIM with more subjects for The Darkness to claim. The Unseelie Court was particularly fruitful, the young royal family were so desperate and the shadows were so eager to grant the young one's wish. They had cursed them, blamed them but Asphodel hadn't understood why...