The Rift Part 1: The Quickwind Clan
The Quicktalon clan
10 months before founding
Ruston
That’s really it then. Xeroth is dead, Maroth is gone and I was named the leader. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to lead. I’m just an orphaned guardian who doesn’t even belong in the fire lands.
Who doesn’t even have a charge. That’s the worst part. All these memories that live in these dark and dreaded caverns are nothing compared to that resonating thought in my mind. But I can’t leave because the clan is my duty. Unless I took the clan with me. Ever since that first glance at the sky I have gone back day after day, stepped over the stained rock and poked my head out to look out of the cone of the volcano to the sky. It’s always grey and cloudy, but if I really strain I can see blue in the distance to the west. I feel the pull to go there, but who am I kidding. I can’t lead all these dragons there if I can’t even fly.
So I practice. Day after day when everyone is sleeping I fly. The volcano is small, but there is still plenty of room for falling and every time I fall it hurts my pride more than anything. Terilynn is watching me. She doesn’t even try to hide her smirks each time my wings fail me and I fall once more to the ground. I guess it is probably entertaining to watch your leader fail at something you’ve been able to do since birth. I guess I can laugh with her.
The Quicktalon Clan
9 months before founding
Terilynn
I’m sure the massive one known as Ruston has known for a while that I am watching him. I’m not trying to be secretive or anything, it’s just…well he is cute as he tries like a hatchling to jump and catch the air. Failing most times and I can’t help feeling a little emotion towards him. Yes, emotion. For a fae, that is saying something.
Days pass and suddenly he can fly. This dragon is no longer a hatchling. This dragon is our leader. I do hope he will lead us well. During all this waiting and watching and wishing, I have come up with a plan to make me larger. I suppose it is risky, but what can I say? I’ll do anything for him now, even though he does not notice me. I feel like a slave to him, and well, I guess that’s what I am if I am this desperate… Just a few more preparations need to be made, then…well…we will see.
It wasn’t too long after he learned to fly that he made his announcement. As everyone piled into the great hall once more, a place where they would not soon forget the events which transpired within, you could see there was a general wariness and dislike for this place that flowed through the crowd. But even so Ruston’s announcement did not please everyone.
“My brothers and sisters, my clan mates. I have gathered you all here because we have need to move on. These hallowed halls no longer reflect the greatness of our clan, they reflect the grief we have so recently known. And no one should be asked to stay within these caves to be reminded every time they walk in here of what happened.” I think that’s how he started…though he rambled for quite a long time, I’ll spare you all the boring parts.
It got interesting when he finally said he would be moving with any clan members who wanted too, to the west, where the skies were clear and we could build a new life for ourselves. A few of the older dragons freaked out, and many of the younger dragons shrieked with glee. You could tell that while some were enraged by what Ruson was about to do, the majority agreed with him, they had to find a new place to live.
Time will settle the decision.
The Quicktalon Clan
8.5 months before founding
Ruston
We’ve finally arrived. A few weeks of planning, but everyone was just itching to get out. Just like me, some had never flown before, they were born in those caves and had never left it. The larger imperials were kind enough to lend them their backs, and the fellow guardians and ridgebacks carried the rest of our provisions and clan goods. We would sell our metalware to make some treasure for the new clan.
This new clan. Who am I kidding, we are still the same clan, even if we’ve moved, changed ourselves. We are still the Quicktalon clan, but that name no longer sits right with me. That name fell when talons killed out leader. Yet another reminder of my…my father.
This new clan needs a new name. Thats the end of the conversation. Nothing more ever comes from bringing that up. I have been informed by some of the dragons who came from this place that this is the Zephyr Steepes that we have landed upon, in the wind domain. There aren’t many dragons around and most seem to be rouge in this specific place. I don’t know how I feel about that, but perhaps we will get some fresh dragons in our clan.
The Quickwind Clan
The Quickwind Clan
7 months before founding
Ruston
The clan is so different here. It’s growing, and changing, adapting to the customs here. I’ve taken to asking Zedra and Thalis for help. They are native to the windswept plateau, so they know the customs here. The only problem is that there really doesn’t seem to be any big role for the entire clan to engage in. I’ll need to come up with roles for all of them, and that is such a big task! No one seems content to just lie around and relax, but I guess it runs in their blood. They are all workers by heart, born to fuel the fire.
Wind fuels fire too. The fires we build for the night grow large fast, they keep away the predators who circle, looking to pick off the weak, or the entire clan. I’ve seen guardians, seemingly crazed from the loss of their charge. Pearlcatchers with no pearl. Longneck, Raptorik, Talonok. We need to train warriors to defend out land, but it is so peaceful here, no one seems to be up for the task. I suppose I shall fight myself.
It was one of these outings, during which I was training to better protect my clan when I found…her. Or she found me.
I believe I was fighting a peacock scorpion, just about to go in for the finishing strike when piercing green fire blocked my shot, and the scorpion scuttled away. I chased after it for a bit, but it was long gone. And so was she, like a ghost, she melted back into the swirling clouds and was gone, nothing but green jeweled eyes to remember her by.
The Quickwind Clan
6 months before founding
Ruston
I didn’t see her again for a whole month. I searched the waterfall endlessly, hoping that between the bamboo, I’d see her form again. Clearly she had not wanted to be found. I don’t entirely think she enjoyed the fact that I found her as well, but I could not take my eyes off her, and somehow, I think she felt the same for me.
Her name is Divinity. She has a hide as white as the southern ice field, with a mane that shimmers like the moonlight. And her eyes. Oh her eyes they shine as bright as the sun, but with such a full green they could make an emerald envious. There is not way to describe her until you see her for yourself. So pure. So stunning.
She followed me back to the lair. Everyone seemed excited to see a new member, excited whispers and chit chat flowing on the wind. She paid no attention to their stares though, her regal stature stepping daintily through the landscape, careful not to misplace even a single strand of grass. I have never seen am imperial like herself. So lighthearted. So gentle and carefree. She seemed like nothing more than a legend.
She wants me to stop hurting the animals. That is her reason for following me here. She does not have feelings for me. She could care less about what I feel for her. Her only intentions were protecting the fauna of the waterfall. I should have know. I should have been so gullible. I shouldn’t have let my heart get smashed on the ground by her. I should have known better, and if I cannot even protect myself from the heart, how could I ever protect the clan.
The Quickwind Clan
6 months before founding
Terilynn
Thank the Flamecaller. Y’know what? Thank the Windsinger too! Thank all the gods that she will not stay in this clan. That perfect beauty who stole my loves heart from me. That horrid white imperial who walks with an air of selfishness and haughtyness. Who made her queen of this lair? NOBODY! At least she’s gone now. Back to whatever hole she crawled out of.
I shouldn’t be thinking like this. Like a little jealous child. But I can’t help it, her looks would make even me fall in love with her at the strike of the anvil, but who am I kidding. I’m jealous because she is an imperial. I’m just a tiny fae. So small Ruston can’t even see me unless I want to be see, and I bet she couldn’t see me either. I wonder if perhaps I could find a way to change myself. To become an imperial like herself.
I can change the genetics of other dragons. Why would I not be able to change my own a bit. A little experimentation might be in call for that though. If I could just catch some of those critters who hang about around here. See what happens with them so I don’t further mess myself up blindly trying on my own hide.
I’ll get Ruston’s attention, if it’s the last thing I do.
The Quickwind Clan
5 months before founding
Ruston
I must have Windsinger’s blessing. She has returned to me! Again!
I was tending to our farms and what do I find but a bright green eye watching me from the distance. She approached carefully, her gently stepping form missing all of the newly budding plants played out here. As she drew closer I could see she was injured, her hind leg a mess, red blood staining her scales. I rushed forward to her, no longer caring about any of the plants I crushed in my mad rush to her side.
She needed my help, but she wanted nothing to do with a healer, I didn’t know why, but I did not want to go against her wishes. After all, she wanted help with a different kind of problem. Poachers.
No matter what tactics she had tried this poacher had always been two steps ahead of her. New traps set each day, including those meant to kill a dragon. She was probably lucky she still had her life, let alone her leg.