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Abandonned Mines

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[columns][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/9wq9bfy0j4xehzc/icevs1.png[/img] [nextcol][color=#FFFFFF]____________________________________________________________[/color] [center][font=Book Antiqua][size=6][u][i][b]Trial of the Gods[/b][/i][/u][/size][/font][/center] [nextcol][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/9wq9bfy0j4xehzc/icevs1.png[/img][/columns] [center][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/9o8o65bpwvdpkme/icetop2.png[/img][img]https://i.imgur.com/mhiQy9H.png[/img][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/nk3jx6iuz7bgutw/icemid2.png[/img][/center] [center][size=6][font=Book Antiqua][u][b][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/66154870]HEILIN[/url][/b][/u][/font][/size][/center] [center][font=Book Antiqua][size=4]"[i]From the eyes of the ice, sunrise is a big event.[/i]" [/font][/size][/center] [center][url=https://youtu.be/uv2Dko2EB9A][size=3][font=Book Antiqua][u]Main Theme:[/u] Arctic Breath.[/font][/size][/url][/center] [font=Book Antiqua][size=4] [color=#12536b][size=5]A[/size]s the freezing winds hurled throughout the snow-covered land, flecks of snow fell softly onto the ground, adding to the cover of white which over-encompassed the terrain. There, throughout the various mountains leading up to Cloudscrape Crags, resided a clan who thrived in the caves and rock which lined the bottom of the jagged rocks, living with twisted beliefs heavily on their minds. One would assume they were a normal bunch, a happy clan who withstood the harsh conditions with impressive power. Yet, it was the complete opposite, as they were hunters, prowlers who would kill anyone outside who dared place a claw upon their territory, with no mercy and pure violence. To them, they were bad omens, enemies of their god, their deity. Their warped faith stemmed from a curse they believed to have, as a sickness coursed through the clan like a bullet, slowly killing each member in a torturous, slow, pain-filled death. No mercy, no cure, no nothing to stop it. Others avoided them like the plague, scared for their own lives, not wanting to catch the sickness they spoke of, even to the point they were pushed away by bigger clans to the middle of the mountains where they would stay forever. To keep the illness sealed away, in between stones. [i]To slowly kill them all off. [/i] Never did they understand why such a curse was bestowed upon them, never had they have done anything to deserve such a punishment. But no matter the reasoning, they kept going, putting up a fight against the disease, as they continued to breed and figure out the cure to the malady. What truly started off their spiralling madness and hatred for the deities and those outside their clan, was the day a suspicious dragon came along from the shadow, with the tongue of a viper and words of poison, to woo them into a misfortune which would lead them to their own demise. [center][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/ugqz4ds6abxctws/icefull2.png[/img][/center] [font=Book Antiqua][size=4] [color=#12536b][size=5]T[/size]hey didn't kill him at first, as they were surprised to see a traveller coming so close, especially as they were so worn down by the sickness they wore. He took advantage of their broken spirits, knowing they’d believe anything at the point they were at, scratching the bottom of the barrel as they try to find some sort of hope for the livelihood of both their clan and themselves. With a silky tone, he spoke of an answer to their eternal suffering, a way to break the curse bestowed upon them. Hearing those words brought a glimmer of hope in their feeble, tired eyes, and caught their upmost attention, as that was something they’ve been trying to figure out for a long time. They listened intricately, to every syllable he pronounced. He describes himself as a messenger from a lost deity who had been banished by the eleven others, as never could they make place for 12 deities, for greed took the best of them as the innocent soul was exiled to the most unimageable, unfindable places in the universe, to float alone, and to only stay in contact through telekinesis of those she trusted the most. He depicted the deities as terrible, harmful beings, as the lost deity herself had told him of the atrocities they had committed, the horrible things they said and especially, of the twisted cords in their mind who made them seem so innocent, yet nothing but cruel beings, existing to do nothing but to toy with the creatures of below. Those who put their souls and heart into the deities were oblivious, those who followed in their footsteps and believed in their legion were simply brainwashed. By fake stories and spiteful speech, never were they to be trusted, and always should be killed on the spot, as once they put their faith into the deities, they are nothing but a lost cause. Soon came the part which interested them the most, where he spoke of the malediction, as he declared it was only put upon them for one simple reason: never did they work for, nor believed in a deity. They had always lived their own little lives in their corner, without batting an eye to the gods above. It angered them, which is why they were given a malediction. And to further his point, he explained that no nonbelievers could be found, for they had all been killed by sickness, or other even by the supreme beings above. The only way to break the curse was to kill the chosen one, who’d hatch with the most specialist of eyes, which none other had ever seen; murdering him would result in freedom from the everlasting curse, and only he who spoke shall have the right to kill the chosen one, as only he was connected to the outer world. Since then blossomed a hatred for the divine, eliminating whoever dared place a single claw on their territory, and treated the mysterious dragon as royalty, seeing him as their savior, a powerful being which would lead them to salvation. [center][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/ugqz4ds6abxctws/icefull2.png[/img][/center] [font=Book Antiqua][size=4] [color=#12536b][size=5]I[/size]n a small crevice hidden under some rocks, sat a mother on her three eggs, curling her tail around them, as she kept them close to her chest to keep them warm. [b]Siana [/b]never believed a word that came out of the outsider, as she saw the ill intent in his eyes, and knew he was taking advantage of their weak state. But she never said anything, as even if she did, no one would listen to her. They were all too far gone, and neither could she leave, for she feared the outside world. Abandonning her family wasn't an option either. So, there she sat, in the den furthest away from the clan, lost in thoughts as she listened to the whistling to the wind which blew outside. But her train of thoughts was cut short when she felt movement against her chest, before looking down to realize her eggs were hatching, as the small claws and snouts of the hatchlings pipped through the confinements of their shell, breaking it open with harsh kicks. Never would she had expected to have a primal hatchling. But the moment the little pearlcatcher opened his eyes and looked up to her, her blood ran cold as she saw the snowflakes falling out of his eyes. He perfectly fit the description which the mysterious stranger had described. [i]He [/i]was the chosen one. She stared at him in silence, as all three hatchlings, two pearlcatchers and one spiral, huddled against her warm chest, to escape the cold temperature which hung in the air. Bile crept up her throat, at the thought of her son being killed by her own clan. Her intense staring only stopped when she heard footsteps coming down the entrance of her home. Her heart sank in her stomach as she quickly hid all three hatchlings, scared it was going to be one of the clan members. Relief washed over her as she recognized her lover, [b]Oemis[/b], who knew the stranger didn't have good intentions. She looked at him with a sad smile, before shifting herself to the side to show him the three curled bodies of their young, as he looked upon them with awee. He didn’t understand the sadness, before noticing the snowflakes coming out of one of their eyes, and it dawned on him as to why she was scared: they were going to kill him for nothing, for a non-existent curse. He huddled close to her, telling her they’d hide the hatchlings in here, until they obtained the needs necessary to leave. The pair was getting tired of the sick, dying clan, who’d someday disappear to never be heard of again, exactly like many other clans who had fallen. At that moment, they decided to push out the bad thoughts, and relish in their newly expanded family. It was the mother who named them, the primal called [b]Heilin[/b], while naming his brother [b]Kite [/b]and his sister, [b]Featherweight[/b]. [center][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/ugqz4ds6abxctws/icefull2.png[/img][/center] [font=Book Antiqua][size=4] [color=#12536b][size=5]T[/size]he trio grew up quickly, and they stayed really close. Never did they question his odd-looking eyes. [b]Heilin [/b]was small, yet full of energy, as they each chased each other while trying to catch their tails. But he was also clumsy, so it came as no surprise when often he would trip over his own self, which always brought a good laugh out of them all. The mother never told them the truth about the clan, trying her best to keep them inside, but she knew the others outside were itching to see the new hatchlings, so it was only a matter of time before she was left with no choice but to bring them out. It was a normal day before the three siblings were called. They sat in a line in front of their mother, before she started to speak. [b]Siana [/b]wished she would never have to let them know: she was going to bring [b]Featherweight [/b]and [b]Kite [/b]outside. [b]Heilin [/b]was confused, why didn’t she say his name? But his confusion turned to annoyance when his mother told him to stay in the cave, with his father, and told his siblings to not say his name. Hearing that sort of hurt him and he started to protest, upset at what she had said, before storming off to sit beside his father. He wrapped a comforting tail over his shoulder, as they watched the three of them wonder out of the cave to see the world outside. [b]Heilin [/b]was confused and butthurt that he couldn’t go, he asked his father why, and with a sad sigh, [b]Oemis [/b]explained everything: the terrible beliefs of the clan, the twisted dragon who made them fall into such a stupid way of working, the fake prophecy they made up. If they knew of his existence, they would kill him on the spot, for they believed that his blood would be the answer to breaking their curse. The hatchling widened his eyes, as the horrible truth sank in. He hugged his father close as tears peaked in his eyes, shaking with fear. He started hating his eyes. His father held him close, and swore on his life they’d protect him, no matter what. He promised that, someday, they’d get out of there, escape the hellish, untrustworthy clan, but at the moment it was difficult. His heart sank. Was it disapointment or terror, he wasn't sure. From that day onwards, his siblings too, understood the situation. Every time they left the lair, they’d tell him about the outside world, detailing him off the high mountains or the trees which ranged about. The young pearlcatcher loved hearing about the wonders of the Sornieth. His parents would tell him all sorts of stories, from the land to their own adventures, and would give him books, for whenever no one was there. He never got bored in the cave, and never did he even try to set one foot outside, as the fear of being discovered always stuck with him. As his siblings were taught to fly, hunt, and fight, frequently they’d try to teach him small things, in the small, confined walls of their home. He became less energetic, calmer and more collected, always listening intently to anything ever said to him, while always responding in a correct, charmful manner. Little did they know, one of their little training sessions would forever flip not only his, but his whole family’s life. [center][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/ugqz4ds6abxctws/icefull2.png[/img][/center] [font=Book Antiqua][size=4] [color=#12536b][size=5]I[/size]t was a cool evening when [b]Kite [/b]and [b]Heilin [/b]were in the crevice alone together, as [b]Kite [/b]taught him some new hunting positions he had learnt that day. But as they spoke, another clan member who passed their home heard their voices, one which they didn’t recognize. They trudged towards the entrance, before calling down Kite’s name, asking who he was talking too. Their blood ran cold. The both of them stopped, and a second after the realization hit, he answered he was alone. But it was too late for [b]Heilin [/b]to hide, as the moment he was about to, his eyes met with the stranger. They stared into each oher's eyes for just a moment, as when the stranger understood the situation he was faced with - he was staring [i]straight into the Chosen One's icy glare[/i] - they turned around at full speed towards the centre of the camp. The brothers could hear them yelling manically about the presence of the chosen one amongst them. This caught the attention of all, especially the parents, who knew they were talking about their son. They rushed back to the den alongside [b]FeatherWeight[/b], before grabbing [b]Heilin [/b]and high-tailing out the camp, knowing they were dead meat. The mysterious dragon yelled angrily to catch them, hatred clear in their voice. Soon, the chase started, as the clan flew after them at full speed. They were faster, but had no idea where to goThey needed to escape. [b]Now[/b]. Both [b]Oemis [/b]and [b]Kite [/b]stayed back, to fight off whoever they could and give more time to the rest of their family but it wasn’t long before the clan caught up. They knew they were highly outnumbered, but but they kept going, their legs trembling and their muscles screaming in pain after running for so long. Out of breath, [b]Heilin [/b] begged [b]FeatherWeight[/b] to leave, to get herself to safety, but she would never abandon her brother to their bloodthrirsty clanmates. [b]Siana [/b]turned back to face the members of the twisted clan, as the duo continued forwards towards the border. The moment they arrived, [b]FeatherWeight [/b]flew to the ground with [b]Heilin[/b]. She knew he couldn’t fly, so they ran in between the trees, loosing the last of the dragons who were chasing them, before she grabbed [b]Heilin[/b]. He could feel himself being lifted off the ground, flying off the Southern Icefield, towards who knows where. They flew in the dark, in a solemn silence, knowing most likely that their parents and [b]Kite [/b]were dead, killed by the claws of oblivious dragons for their sickening deeds. [center][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/ugqz4ds6abxctws/icefull2.png[/img][/center] [font=Book Antiqua][size=4] [color=#12536b][size=5]s[/size]oon in the distance, a land was seen. It was most different from theirs, with a warm breeze and lush grass. It was foreign, but seemed so peaceful compared to their cold-hearted, insufferable land. [b]FeatherWeight [/b]landed, exhausted, and placed her brother softly onto a patch of grass once they were safe. After what seemed like hours she spoke, as they looked up at the stars dancing in the sky. She told him about the land they found themselves on, the most peaceful of all, known as the [i]Windswept Plateau[/i]. He quietly listened, still in chock after everything that had happened in the last few hours. Another long silence passed between them and before he could say anything, she told him they needed to go their own way, for his own safety. He slowly realized what it meant, that he would be truly, utterly alone. He tried to protest, crying out as she was the only one he had left, but they both knew it was for the best. They would see each other again, she said. They could meet again eventually, but they couldn't stay together, as she wanted to at least give their family the burial they deserved, but [b]Heilin [/b]could never go back. They spent the rest of the night together, resting and gaining as much energy as they could. Once the sun rose, she wished him one last goodbye before leaving him in the soft fields. [b]Heilin [/b]cried, over and over again, he cried for the loss of his family, for his eyes that cost him everything, for the lies and the curse; he cried for a world he hated in that very moment. He lost his family. He lost his safety, that he now realize was fake from the start, and now he lost his sister, the last thing that linked him to his old life. He was alone on a foreign land without even lnowing how to hunt, fish or defend himself. All he could do was cry, cry until his throat ran dry, cry until the pain dissipated away through his icy tears. He cried himself to sleep in a small corner he had found, as memories of better days of his lost childhood bettered his mind. When the morning came, he felt numb. He was exhausted from the crying, and sore from the runing. The only thing he wanted to do now was going right back to sleep and wake up to the normal chatter of his parents. But he knew he couldn’t stay there, or he’d just become meat for whatever was lurking in the shadows. Despite the peaceful atmosphere of the bamboo forest he found himself in, he couldn't help but feel unsafe, convinced someone - [i]something [/i]- was still after him. He hastily pushed himself, looking at his surroundings. He had to admit that the place looked... [i]Alive[/i]. He looked in awe at the green, luscious life, feeling the soft grass under his fleet, the warm wind, and the sun who shone upon him. It was a serene place, peaceful. Not comparable to the harsh and violent environnment his family used to live in. And soon, he began to walk. For days on end, without truly knowing where he was going, he was just hoping to find someplace to stay. During the long periods of wandering, he slowly started to starve, as he didn’t know how to hunt. He tried to try the techniques his siblings showed him, but he lacked the skills and training, and was only good at scaring his preys off. It became harder when he arrived at the Reedclefts Ascent; he struggled to hurl his weak frame up each plateau, his tired and food deprived body suffering immensely, as he did his best to move forwards. As he dragged himself onto another island, he suddenly stoped when he heard the booming voice of another individual up ahead; a warning that he was trespassing onto another territory’s land. In retrospect he should’ve ran, but all he could do is curl into himself and watch as a large, slimy black guardian slowly crept towards him, a deadly glare gleaming in his fiery eyes. The pearlcatcher closed his eyes, thinking he would finally meet his end. Instead of the knockout he expected, laughter rang in. A very small dragon - [i]a fae[/i] - peaked from the back of the imposing figure of the guardian, calming him down in an instant. She gave him a look of pity when she layed her eyes on Heilin, seeing his frail and worn out frame. [b]Heilin [/b]looked up to her with fear, thinking he was done for. But she smiled at him instead, full of compassion, and introduced herself as [b]Alun[/b], the archivist of the [b]Gravity Falls Sanctuary[/b], while the Guardian was [b]Beta[/b], the clan's protector. She tried asking him questions, but he didn't have the time to answer, as a wave of nausea overtook him before his vision turned dark. [center][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/ugqz4ds6abxctws/icefull2.png[/img][/center] [font=Book Antiqua][size=4] [color=#12536b][size=5]H[/size]eilin woke up hazily, confused when he found himself sat in a comfortable nest, herbs sprayed out beside him. He could feel the warmth of a fire crackling beside him, and the softness of the feathers that adorned and stuffed his nest. He tried to push himself upward as he looked around the room he found himself in; a makeshift den made from twigs and leaves strewn together delicately. The rustling of leaves could be heard, before a white imperial entered, towering over him. His wisdom could be felt, and so was his kindnessas he smiled shyly at him. He introduced himself as [b]RazorTusk[/b], the healer of the [b]Gravity Falls Sanctuary[/b], explaining [b]Beta [/b]and [b]Alun [/b]had brought him in after he had fainted. He was starving and dehydrated, so when the dragon gave him an odd bowl of soaked herbs to drink, he gulped it without second thought. They sat in silence before the healer asked him where he came from. Surprisingly, [b]Heilin [/b]wasn’t afraid to talk about it, as it felt nice to get it off his chest. He explained everything from eginning to end, from the horrible curse and the hateful dtranger that plagued his homeclan's minds, to the kindness and love of his family. The imperial felt his heart sank as he listened, already knowing what to say to grant him a place in the clan and to include him among the others. He softly asked Heilin if he'd like to stay, offering him the support of their community. He could learn how to fend for himself if he ever ended up alone again, they could offer safety, healing, food, [i]friendship[/i]. Heilin looked up at him, eyes wide, as he considered his offer. Since he arrived, he was only offered kindness and the help he so desperately needed; if everyone here was as welcoming, maybe he could find his peace here. It took him 2 weeks to dare approching the others and leting them see him; old habits die hard. Since then, Heilin warmed up to the clan. His weariness turned to comfort and trust as they treated him with love and respect. It was an odd experience for him; to be able to wander around without fearing for his life. But he welcomed it. Together, different members of the clan taught him everything he had never learnt: to hunt, to fly and to fight, becoming a swift hunter to his surprise. His sleek body, silence, and speed being to his advantage. It took him a while to fully heal up from skin and bones, but he had a fine recovery, having even developed powerful muscles so he could catch up with the clan. Alkener and Cinder helped him build his own place, mingled in perfectly, and he got the help of some of the artists of the clan for the decoration. His eyes were never judged, and some even [i]admired [/i]his beautiful primal eyes, which he slowly learned to love. Heilin had found peace in the clan. He learned turst, self love and safety. His family did their best, and he would always be thankful for their patience and love, but he never felt so accepted by his peers before, and he soon realized that he had craved for a community. He was [i]home[/i].[/color] [/font][/size] [center][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/zyfxtiyufhtmjez/icebottom2.png[/img][/center] [center][size=1][i]Dividers by [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/41532333] Osiem[/url]. 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April 23, 2024 14:02:13

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Trial of the Gods

HEILIN

"From the eyes of the ice, sunrise is a big event."

As the freezing winds hurled throughout the snow-covered land, flecks of snow fell softly onto the ground, adding to the cover of white which over-encompassed the terrain.

There, throughout the various mountains leading up to Cloudscrape Crags, resided a clan who thrived in the caves and rock which lined the bottom of the jagged rocks, living with twisted beliefs heavily on their minds. One would assume they were a normal bunch, a happy clan who withstood the harsh conditions with impressive power. Yet, it was the complete opposite, as they were hunters, prowlers who would kill anyone outside who dared place a claw upon their territory, with no mercy and pure violence. To them, they were bad omens, enemies of their god, their deity.

Their warped faith stemmed from a curse they believed to have, as a sickness coursed through the clan like a bullet, slowly killing each member in a torturous, slow, pain-filled death. No mercy, no cure, no nothing to stop it.

Others avoided them like the plague, scared for their own lives, not wanting to catch the sickness they spoke of, even to the point they were pushed away by bigger clans to the middle of the mountains where they would stay forever. To keep the illness sealed away, in between stones.

To slowly kill them all off.

Never did they understand why such a curse was bestowed upon them, never had they have done anything to deserve such a punishment. But no matter the reasoning, they kept going, putting up a fight against the disease, as they continued to breed and figure out the cure to the malady. What truly started off their spiralling madness and hatred for the deities and those outside their clan, was the day a suspicious dragon came along from the shadow, with the tongue of a viper and words of poison, to woo them into a misfortune which would lead them to their own demise.

They didn't kill him at first, as they were surprised to see a traveller coming so close, especially as they were so worn down by the sickness they wore. He took advantage of their broken spirits, knowing they’d believe anything at the point they were at, scratching the bottom of the barrel as they try to find some sort of hope for the livelihood of both their clan and themselves.

With a silky tone, he spoke of an answer to their eternal suffering, a way to break the curse bestowed upon them. Hearing those words brought a glimmer of hope in their feeble, tired eyes, and caught their upmost attention, as that was something they’ve been trying to figure out for a long time. They listened intricately, to every syllable he pronounced.

He describes himself as a messenger from a lost deity who had been banished by the eleven others, as never could they make place for 12 deities, for greed took the best of them as the innocent soul was exiled to the most unimageable, unfindable places in the universe, to float alone, and to only stay in contact through telekinesis of those she trusted the most. He depicted the deities as terrible, harmful beings, as the lost deity herself had told him of the atrocities they had committed, the horrible things they said and especially, of the twisted cords in their mind who made them seem so innocent, yet nothing but cruel beings, existing to do nothing but to toy with the creatures of below. Those who put their souls and heart into the deities were oblivious, those who followed in their footsteps and believed in their legion were simply brainwashed. By fake stories and spiteful speech, never were they to be trusted, and always should be killed on the spot, as once they put their faith into the deities, they are nothing but a lost cause.

Soon came the part which interested them the most, where he spoke of the malediction, as he declared it was only put upon them for one simple reason: never did they work for, nor believed in a deity. They had always lived their own little lives in their corner, without batting an eye to the gods above. It angered them, which is why they were given a malediction. And to further his point, he explained that no nonbelievers could be found, for they had all been killed by sickness, or other even by the supreme beings above. The only way to break the curse was to kill the chosen one, who’d hatch with the most specialist of eyes, which none other had ever seen; murdering him would result in freedom from the everlasting curse, and only he who spoke shall have the right to kill the chosen one, as only he was connected to the outer world.

Since then blossomed a hatred for the divine, eliminating whoever dared place a single claw on their territory, and treated the mysterious dragon as royalty, seeing him as their savior, a powerful being which would lead them to salvation.

In a small crevice hidden under some rocks, sat a mother on her three eggs, curling her tail around them, as she kept them close to her chest to keep them warm. Siana never believed a word that came out of the outsider, as she saw the ill intent in his eyes, and knew he was taking advantage of their weak state. But she never said anything, as even if she did, no one would listen to her. They were all too far gone, and neither could she leave, for she feared the outside world. Abandonning her family wasn't an option either.

So, there she sat, in the den furthest away from the clan, lost in thoughts as she listened to the whistling to the wind which blew outside. But her train of thoughts was cut short when she felt movement against her chest, before looking down to realize her eggs were hatching, as the small claws and snouts of the hatchlings pipped through the confinements of their shell, breaking it open with harsh kicks.

Never would she had expected to have a primal hatchling. But the moment the little pearlcatcher opened his eyes and looked up to her, her blood ran cold as she saw the snowflakes falling out of his eyes. He perfectly fit the description which the mysterious stranger had described.

He was the chosen one.

She stared at him in silence, as all three hatchlings, two pearlcatchers and one spiral, huddled against her warm chest, to escape the cold temperature which hung in the air. Bile crept up her throat, at the thought of her son being killed by her own clan.

Her intense staring only stopped when she heard footsteps coming down the entrance of her home. Her heart sank in her stomach as she quickly hid all three hatchlings, scared it was going to be one of the clan members. Relief washed over her as she recognized her lover, Oemis, who knew the stranger didn't have good intentions. She looked at him with a sad smile, before shifting herself to the side to show him the three curled bodies of their young, as he looked upon them with awee. He didn’t understand the sadness, before noticing the snowflakes coming out of one of their eyes, and it dawned on him as to why she was scared: they were going to kill him for nothing, for a non-existent curse.

He huddled close to her, telling her they’d hide the hatchlings in here, until they obtained the needs necessary to leave. The pair was getting tired of the sick, dying clan, who’d someday disappear to never be heard of again, exactly like many other clans who had fallen. At that moment, they decided to push out the bad thoughts, and relish in their newly expanded family. It was the mother who named them, the primal called Heilin, while naming his brother Kite and his sister, Featherweight.

The trio grew up quickly, and they stayed really close. Never did they question his odd-looking eyes. Heilin was small, yet full of energy, as they each chased each other while trying to catch their tails. But he was also clumsy, so it came as no surprise when often he would trip over his own self, which always brought a good laugh out of them all. The mother never told them the truth about the clan, trying her best to keep them inside, but she knew the others outside were itching to see the new hatchlings, so it was only a matter of time before she was left with no choice but to bring them out.

It was a normal day before the three siblings were called. They sat in a line in front of their mother, before she started to speak. Siana wished she would never have to let them know: she was going to bring Featherweight and Kite outside. Heilin was confused, why didn’t she say his name? But his confusion turned to annoyance when his mother told him to stay in the cave, with his father, and told his siblings to not say his name. Hearing that sort of hurt him and he started to protest, upset at what she had said, before storming off to sit beside his father.

He wrapped a comforting tail over his shoulder, as they watched the three of them wonder out of the cave to see the world outside. Heilin was confused and butthurt that he couldn’t go, he asked his father why, and with a sad sigh, Oemis explained everything: the terrible beliefs of the clan, the twisted dragon who made them fall into such a stupid way of working, the fake prophecy they made up. If they knew of his existence, they would kill him on the spot, for they believed that his blood would be the answer to breaking their curse. The hatchling widened his eyes, as the horrible truth sank in. He hugged his father close as tears peaked in his eyes, shaking with fear. He started hating his eyes. His father held him close, and swore on his life they’d protect him, no matter what. He promised that, someday, they’d get out of there, escape the hellish, untrustworthy clan, but at the moment it was difficult.

His heart sank. Was it disapointment or terror, he wasn't sure.

From that day onwards, his siblings too, understood the situation. Every time they left the lair, they’d tell him about the outside world, detailing him off the high mountains or the trees which ranged about. The young pearlcatcher loved hearing about the wonders of the Sornieth. His parents would tell him all sorts of stories, from the land to their own adventures, and would give him books, for whenever no one was there. He never got bored in the cave, and never did he even try to set one foot outside, as the fear of being discovered always stuck with him. As his siblings were taught to fly, hunt, and fight, frequently they’d try to teach him small things, in the small, confined walls of their home. He became less energetic, calmer and more collected, always listening intently to anything ever said to him, while always responding in a correct, charmful manner.

Little did they know, one of their little training sessions would forever flip not only his, but his whole family’s life.

It was a cool evening when Kite and Heilin were in the crevice alone together, as Kite taught him some new hunting positions he had learnt that day. But as they spoke, another clan member who passed their home heard their voices, one which they didn’t recognize. They trudged towards the entrance, before calling down Kite’s name, asking who he was talking too.

Their blood ran cold.

The both of them stopped, and a second after the realization hit, he answered he was alone. But it was too late for Heilin to hide, as the moment he was about to, his eyes met with the stranger. They stared into each oher's eyes for just a moment, as when the stranger understood the situation he was faced with - he was staring straight into the Chosen One's icy glare - they turned around at full speed towards the centre of the camp.

The brothers could hear them yelling manically about the presence of the chosen one amongst them. This caught the attention of all, especially the parents, who knew they were talking about their son. They rushed back to the den alongside FeatherWeight, before grabbing Heilin and high-tailing out the camp, knowing they were dead meat.

The mysterious dragon yelled angrily to catch them, hatred clear in their voice. Soon, the chase started, as the clan flew after them at full speed. They were faster, but had no idea where to goThey needed to escape. Now.

Both Oemis and Kite stayed back, to fight off whoever they could and give more time to the rest of their family but it wasn’t long before the clan caught up. They knew they were highly outnumbered, but but they kept going, their legs trembling and their muscles screaming in pain after running for so long. Out of breath, Heilin begged FeatherWeight to leave, to get herself to safety, but she would never abandon her brother to their bloodthrirsty clanmates. Siana turned back to face the members of the twisted clan, as the duo continued forwards towards the border.

The moment they arrived, FeatherWeight flew to the ground with Heilin. She knew he couldn’t fly, so they ran in between the trees, loosing the last of the dragons who were chasing them, before she grabbed Heilin. He could feel himself being lifted off the ground, flying off the Southern Icefield, towards who knows where. They flew in the dark, in a solemn silence, knowing most likely that their parents and Kite were dead, killed by the claws of oblivious dragons for their sickening deeds.

soon in the distance, a land was seen. It was most different from theirs, with a warm breeze and lush grass. It was foreign, but seemed so peaceful compared to their cold-hearted, insufferable land. FeatherWeight landed, exhausted, and placed her brother softly onto a patch of grass once they were safe.

After what seemed like hours she spoke, as they looked up at the stars dancing in the sky. She told him about the land they found themselves on, the most peaceful of all, known as the Windswept Plateau. He quietly listened, still in chock after everything that had happened in the last few hours. Another long silence passed between them and before he could say anything, she told him they needed to go their own way, for his own safety.

He slowly realized what it meant, that he would be truly, utterly alone. He tried to protest, crying out as she was the only one he had left, but they both knew it was for the best. They would see each other again, she said. They could meet again eventually, but they couldn't stay together, as she wanted to at least give their family the burial they deserved, but Heilin could never go back. They spent the rest of the night together, resting and gaining as much energy as they could. Once the sun rose, she wished him one last goodbye before leaving him in the soft fields.

Heilin cried, over and over again, he cried for the loss of his family, for his eyes that cost him everything, for the lies and the curse; he cried for a world he hated in that very moment. He lost his family. He lost his safety, that he now realize was fake from the start, and now he lost his sister, the last thing that linked him to his old life. He was alone on a foreign land without even lnowing how to hunt, fish or defend himself. All he could do was cry, cry until his throat ran dry, cry until the pain dissipated away through his icy tears. He cried himself to sleep in a small corner he had found, as memories of better days of his lost childhood bettered his mind.

When the morning came, he felt numb. He was exhausted from the crying, and sore from the runing. The only thing he wanted to do now was going right back to sleep and wake up to the normal chatter of his parents. But he knew he couldn’t stay there, or he’d just become meat for whatever was lurking in the shadows. Despite the peaceful atmosphere of the bamboo forest he found himself in, he couldn't help but feel unsafe, convinced someone - something - was still after him.

He hastily pushed himself, looking at his surroundings. He had to admit that the place looked... Alive. He looked in awe at the green, luscious life, feeling the soft grass under his fleet, the warm wind, and the sun who shone upon him. It was a serene place, peaceful. Not comparable to the harsh and violent environnment his family used to live in.

And soon, he began to walk. For days on end, without truly knowing where he was going, he was just hoping to find someplace to stay. During the long periods of wandering, he slowly started to starve, as he didn’t know how to hunt. He tried to try the techniques his siblings showed him, but he lacked the skills and training, and was only good at scaring his preys off.

It became harder when he arrived at the Reedclefts Ascent; he struggled to hurl his weak frame up each plateau, his tired and food deprived body suffering immensely, as he did his best to move forwards. As he dragged himself onto another island, he suddenly stoped when he heard the booming voice of another individual up ahead; a warning that he was trespassing onto another territory’s land. In retrospect he should’ve ran, but all he could do is curl into himself and watch as a large, slimy black guardian slowly crept towards him, a deadly glare gleaming in his fiery eyes.

The pearlcatcher closed his eyes, thinking he would finally meet his end. Instead of the knockout he expected, laughter rang in. A very small dragon - a fae - peaked from the back of the imposing figure of the guardian, calming him down in an instant. She gave him a look of pity when she layed her eyes on Heilin, seeing his frail and worn out frame. Heilin looked up to her with fear, thinking he was done for. But she smiled at him instead, full of compassion, and introduced herself as Alun, the archivist of the Gravity Falls Sanctuary, while the Guardian was Beta, the clan's protector. She tried asking him questions, but he didn't have the time to answer, as a wave of nausea overtook him before his vision turned dark.

Heilin woke up hazily, confused when he found himself sat in a comfortable nest, herbs sprayed out beside him. He could feel the warmth of a fire crackling beside him, and the softness of the feathers that adorned and stuffed his nest. He tried to push himself upward as he looked around the room he found himself in; a makeshift den made from twigs and leaves strewn together delicately. The rustling of leaves could be heard, before a white imperial entered, towering over him. His wisdom could be felt, and so was his kindnessas he smiled shyly at him. He introduced himself as RazorTusk, the healer of the Gravity Falls Sanctuary, explaining Beta and Alun had brought him in after he had fainted. He was starving and dehydrated, so when the dragon gave him an odd bowl of soaked herbs to drink, he gulped it without second thought.

They sat in silence before the healer asked him where he came from. Surprisingly, Heilin wasn’t afraid to talk about it, as it felt nice to get it off his chest. He explained everything from eginning to end, from the horrible curse and the hateful dtranger that plagued his homeclan's minds, to the kindness and love of his family. The imperial felt his heart sank as he listened, already knowing what to say to grant him a place in the clan and to include him among the others. He softly asked Heilin if he'd like to stay, offering him the support of their community. He could learn how to fend for himself if he ever ended up alone again, they could offer safety, healing, food, friendship. Heilin looked up at him, eyes wide, as he considered his offer. Since he arrived, he was only offered kindness and the help he so desperately needed; if everyone here was as welcoming, maybe he could find his peace here.

It took him 2 weeks to dare approching the others and leting them see him; old habits die hard.

Since then, Heilin warmed up to the clan. His weariness turned to comfort and trust as they treated him with love and respect. It was an odd experience for him; to be able to wander around without fearing for his life. But he welcomed it. Together, different members of the clan taught him everything he had never learnt: to hunt, to fly and to fight, becoming a swift hunter to his surprise. His sleek body, silence, and speed being to his advantage. It took him a while to fully heal up from skin and bones, but he had a fine recovery, having even developed powerful muscles so he could catch up with the clan. Alkener and Cinder helped him build his own place, mingled in perfectly, and he got the help of some of the artists of the clan for the decoration.

His eyes were never judged, and some even admired his beautiful primal eyes, which he slowly learned to love.

Heilin had found peace in the clan. He learned turst, self love and safety. His family did their best, and he would always be thankful for their patience and love, but he never felt so accepted by his peers before, and he soon realized that he had craved for a community.

He was home.

Dividers by Osiem. Scene banner by Vertigris. Edited by Dianounais.

Lore by the very talented TacoTequila. Proofread/rewrote by Dianounais.

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Last edited on Apr 24, 2024 04:27:49 by Dianounais

@[Lore] Alysia's Gazette

The Ambassy entry and the first Trial of the Gods story is posted!! I'll be working on the Marketplace and the Drifting sands entries next!

You can post in the thread btw, please lemme know if you like it for now! <3

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April 24, 2024 04:31:55

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@[Lore] Alysia's Gazette

The Ambassy has been updated! I finally gave Fujin some lore!!! I already wrote a few things in the Marketplace part and the Drifting Sands, but I think the DS are gonna be journal entries, at least 5 entries (not very long, but yknow)

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April 25, 2024 07:32:17

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@[Lore] Alysia's Gazette

Here's an introduction to the Archives! I'm gonna write the intro a bit better tomorrow, but at least the research team is here!

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