It was peaceful, the warm sand cradling a single, lonely light egg with the tide being lower than usual, as if high tide would reach the egg anyways. Crabs skittered around the glowing yellow object, undisturbed as the day hid its brightness; however, the only thing differentiated it was that the egg left no shadow of its own. As the sound of crashing waves grew more distant, the sound of crunching sand became louder than ever. A gentle white claw rubbed the egg, the disembodied voice of a never moving mouth being heard in a feminine tone. “Dear… do you think the hatchling inside has since gone to the ball of light above our heads?”
Shaking its head, the accompanying pale blue drake disagreed. “No, it’s simply a strange egg.. But it shows no sign of rot, can’t you see our blessing is alive? It’s alive!” The masculine voice cheered, the rest of the body sitting down on the sand to express gratitude to the draconic heavens above, front limbs extended to the sky. The white dragon lowered its head, gently nudging the egg. “I still fear for this child.. It’s been a rather long time since we have seen any action, ever since the shadow egg that was left unburied during the day was leached of all life..” “What are you saying? We’ve done all that we can, even covering the egg at night!” “I know… But are we doing the right thing?” The telepathic dragon tilted their head, the pale blue one responded by rubbing their head over the other’s in an act of comfort. “We are doing the right thing.”
But as the white dragon withdrew their hand, the egg sputtered to life, wiggling in its makeshift nest as the hatchling inside squeaked and chirped. Tail wagging, the drake cheered, “By the sea, we’ve done it! I told you the egg was alive, dear!” The wingless, but finned dragon of the sea seemed to smile as the egg’s shell became frail, breaking to the lightest touch of the hatchling. It took only a span of 10 minutes for the calcified membrane to turn paper thin, completely shredding to reveal a goldenrod and lemon Guardian dragon, stumbling over its own two claws as the pair cheered, the white dragon gently nudging the other. “Now, what about a name?”
Their happiness didn’t last long, as within only a few days of hatching, a terrible storm blew in, scaring off the Guardian.. What none of the dragons expected was that this storm was far from ordinary, two “stars” glowing through the clouded mist as the drake duo chased after their newfound hatchling, now named Anxiota. She cowered underneath the parents who caught up, but something about the storm… it called to her, it terrified her, it KNEW her. The two adults knew that this was fate, that this storm was after all that crossed its path, leaving a trail of death and destruction.. So they prayed to the sun above, clutching their daughter close before leaving her a final command.
“Anxiota. FLY. Get out of here, this storm will surely pass by the time you return!” The male spoke, the female adding on; “We’ll follow right after you, dear! Just flee, it’s not going to hurt you with the sun’s blessing!” The white dragon looked at her own mate after, snuggling close as he gave the guardian one last nudge with his head. Anxiota took this as the time to go, rearing up her young yet already strong wings before getting a running start into the air, winds blowing her left and right as she flew on, hoping to later on watch her parents catch up.. But little did she understand, the white dragon was unable to fly, and the pale blue dragon had long lost his wings to necrosis from a plague attack, leaving him permanently scarred with plague element eyes and a deep, still healing scar. They weren’t going to follow like they said, and the storm engulfed them, turning the mother to seafoam and the father to bones. The dragon of light, however, kept flying as the clouds churned overhead, more of a hurricane than a small patch of dangerous clouds. The shrieking winds spun the hatchling around, disorienting Anxiota on her quest to escape, leaving her little room to correct herself. Over time, what felt like hours turned to days as she escaped the winds, making it to clear skies as she flew around, confused and… lost. There was no island, nothing left for her to find her family with, and she was utterly alone.
Days grew long and tiring, the guardian going without food along her travels that led to nothing in her current state. She’d catch currents to glide along, her scales burning overtime to the harshness of the sunlight, but through these trials, something better came of it. Her eyes, once a standard and common yellow, soon turned to match the sun themselves, glowing through night and day. It was a worse trial than abandoning her parents, feeling herself grow weak but having to push on… at points, she’d almost drop out of the sky, but snapped awake moments before colliding with the water.
At one point, Anxiota couldn’t keep herself up much longer, her speed slowing down as her eyes sealed shut, and the dragon dropped out of the air. Instead of sinking into the treacherous depths of the sea, her body collided with dirt and grass that tickled, yet stung her sensitive scales. It jolted the hatchling awake, looking around in a panic before noticing… this wasn’t water, and it wasn’t home either.. It was an entirely new island, one unknown to her, and the unknown didn’t know Anxiota either, but they weren’t scared to approach, one being a large reddish dragon with spiraling antlers for horns. It terrified the guardian, who covered her head with her wings, despite the fact she was now being picked up, unable to fight back due to being so exhausted. Other draconic beings were curious, staring from a distance as the large dragon had Anxiota by her scruff, despite not physically carrying her themself.
The soon to be curious dragon of light uncurled her head eventually, but avoided looking back at the gazes of others. By now, they were in a well crafted library and observatory, and the hatchling was carefully placed down with one single question, in a language she understood;
“Who are you.”
This is part 1/2? to Chapter One, please stay tuned and message me any questions if you're curious about the story, or have any complaints!
Shaking its head, the accompanying pale blue drake disagreed. “No, it’s simply a strange egg.. But it shows no sign of rot, can’t you see our blessing is alive? It’s alive!” The masculine voice cheered, the rest of the body sitting down on the sand to express gratitude to the draconic heavens above, front limbs extended to the sky. The white dragon lowered its head, gently nudging the egg. “I still fear for this child.. It’s been a rather long time since we have seen any action, ever since the shadow egg that was left unburied during the day was leached of all life..” “What are you saying? We’ve done all that we can, even covering the egg at night!” “I know… But are we doing the right thing?” The telepathic dragon tilted their head, the pale blue one responded by rubbing their head over the other’s in an act of comfort. “We are doing the right thing.”
But as the white dragon withdrew their hand, the egg sputtered to life, wiggling in its makeshift nest as the hatchling inside squeaked and chirped. Tail wagging, the drake cheered, “By the sea, we’ve done it! I told you the egg was alive, dear!” The wingless, but finned dragon of the sea seemed to smile as the egg’s shell became frail, breaking to the lightest touch of the hatchling. It took only a span of 10 minutes for the calcified membrane to turn paper thin, completely shredding to reveal a goldenrod and lemon Guardian dragon, stumbling over its own two claws as the pair cheered, the white dragon gently nudging the other. “Now, what about a name?”
Their happiness didn’t last long, as within only a few days of hatching, a terrible storm blew in, scaring off the Guardian.. What none of the dragons expected was that this storm was far from ordinary, two “stars” glowing through the clouded mist as the drake duo chased after their newfound hatchling, now named Anxiota. She cowered underneath the parents who caught up, but something about the storm… it called to her, it terrified her, it KNEW her. The two adults knew that this was fate, that this storm was after all that crossed its path, leaving a trail of death and destruction.. So they prayed to the sun above, clutching their daughter close before leaving her a final command.
“Anxiota. FLY. Get out of here, this storm will surely pass by the time you return!” The male spoke, the female adding on; “We’ll follow right after you, dear! Just flee, it’s not going to hurt you with the sun’s blessing!” The white dragon looked at her own mate after, snuggling close as he gave the guardian one last nudge with his head. Anxiota took this as the time to go, rearing up her young yet already strong wings before getting a running start into the air, winds blowing her left and right as she flew on, hoping to later on watch her parents catch up.. But little did she understand, the white dragon was unable to fly, and the pale blue dragon had long lost his wings to necrosis from a plague attack, leaving him permanently scarred with plague element eyes and a deep, still healing scar. They weren’t going to follow like they said, and the storm engulfed them, turning the mother to seafoam and the father to bones. The dragon of light, however, kept flying as the clouds churned overhead, more of a hurricane than a small patch of dangerous clouds. The shrieking winds spun the hatchling around, disorienting Anxiota on her quest to escape, leaving her little room to correct herself. Over time, what felt like hours turned to days as she escaped the winds, making it to clear skies as she flew around, confused and… lost. There was no island, nothing left for her to find her family with, and she was utterly alone.
Days grew long and tiring, the guardian going without food along her travels that led to nothing in her current state. She’d catch currents to glide along, her scales burning overtime to the harshness of the sunlight, but through these trials, something better came of it. Her eyes, once a standard and common yellow, soon turned to match the sun themselves, glowing through night and day. It was a worse trial than abandoning her parents, feeling herself grow weak but having to push on… at points, she’d almost drop out of the sky, but snapped awake moments before colliding with the water.
At one point, Anxiota couldn’t keep herself up much longer, her speed slowing down as her eyes sealed shut, and the dragon dropped out of the air. Instead of sinking into the treacherous depths of the sea, her body collided with dirt and grass that tickled, yet stung her sensitive scales. It jolted the hatchling awake, looking around in a panic before noticing… this wasn’t water, and it wasn’t home either.. It was an entirely new island, one unknown to her, and the unknown didn’t know Anxiota either, but they weren’t scared to approach, one being a large reddish dragon with spiraling antlers for horns. It terrified the guardian, who covered her head with her wings, despite the fact she was now being picked up, unable to fight back due to being so exhausted. Other draconic beings were curious, staring from a distance as the large dragon had Anxiota by her scruff, despite not physically carrying her themself.
The soon to be curious dragon of light uncurled her head eventually, but avoided looking back at the gazes of others. By now, they were in a well crafted library and observatory, and the hatchling was carefully placed down with one single question, in a language she understood;
“Who are you.”
This is part 1/2? to Chapter One, please stay tuned and message me any questions if you're curious about the story, or have any complaints!
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