Seer was never quite sure what it was that first changed her world. Probably the coming of the storms. Those storms had been attacking the castle for the past seven months, much longer than they should have. The lightning wasn’t pleasantly bright as it should have been either, but was instead harsh and painful. Even the storm dragons would not go out into it. The mages had all been up for hours at a time, trying to coax the storms to leave. It seemed the storms would have none of it. They stayed. And Seer knew why. The problem wasn’t figuring out why they stayed, but trying to convince others. Seer was an outcast. It didn’t have anything to do with who she was around, or what she thought. It was because she had mortal blood pulsing in her veins. No dragon would ever respect her of that one slight factor. No dragon would love her, either. She was seventeen thousand years old, the age any dragon would be finding a mate. ‘Same old story,’ she thought to herself. ‘One who is part mortal is always left out.’
The custom of the dragons was that on their seventh thousand year, they would go out to find someone they liked. Unfortunately, the storms put a damper on that. They arrived on Seer’s birthday, and she had not been able to leave.
“Seer of Dragons,” a voice nearby rumbled. Seer turned at the translation of her name. Before her stood a one hundred twenty foot dragon with scales as blue as the ocean.
“Yes, Organizer?” Seer questioned. The Organizer was the leader of all dragons, no matter what group they were from.
“What is it?” he questioned. Seer sighed and turned away to look out at the darkness.
“I know why the storms are here,” she finally replied.
“Why?”
“They seek me.”
“Nonsense!” the Organizer nearly shouted. Seer could hear the unspoken words, Why would anyone search for you? She knew the words were deep in his mind and he would never say them aloud to her, but she heard them anyway.
“They seek me,” she continued firmly. “Their creator wants me dead.” She was hoping that with this, the Organizer would at least hear her out. She wasn’t sure if the creator wanted her dead, but it was worth a try to get an audience.
“No, Seer.” The refusal was quiet, but firm. “You know better than any that the creator doesn’t want you dead. But the creator does want you. Do you know who it is?”
Seer nodded. “He is the Storm Lord. Other than that, I know nothing of him. The only way I know that is because he spoke to me in my dreams before the storms came.”
“What was he telling you?”
“To come to him. To speak to him. He said I could be so much more with him than here.”
“Well,” the Organizer stated after a moment. “You had better answer his summons before he tears the castle off its foundations.”
Seer sighed. “Oh, great. A long journey. Just what I wanted. And no company.”
“Take CrystalSneaker with you.”
“Oh no! Not CrystalSneaker! Come on! You must be joking!”
The Organizer stared down his long snout at her. “I bloody am not. Go get her and get off out there! Anyway,” he added quietly. “Perhaps you’ll find someone you like . . .”
E' Pho
Many times ago way before the Storms and the Storm Lord. There was born a son to a kings Wizard. But this wasn't just any son..no..This was the seventh son of the Mighty Wizard....Ko' lek. Ko' lek had been visited by a Queens Fairy Angel in one of his dreams. And Mish' ka told Ko' lek that his seventh son was soon to arrive. Mish' ka spoke of all the things Ko' lek was to perform at the birth of this his seventh son.
Mish' ka took Ko' lek through the coming times forward. Way beyond the Storms, and the Storm Lord. In their journey all things were reveled to Ko' lek. His knowledge, and power became boundless. Ko' lek was given this gift by the Gods. This unknown knowledge, and the accompanying power came with a condition. It can only be used for Good. It will not work for anything evil.
Mish' ka spoke of a distant love yet unborn that would be for his seventh son.. yet unborn. Ko' lek could see his seventh son with the most wonderfully beautiful Lady he had ever seen. She was a Goddess, and they called her...DragonSeer.
Mish' ka spoke of how unique this birth was. And Ko' lek understood what he must do at the birth of his seventh son. Mish' ka said her sweet goodbye, and gave Ko' lek a dear Fairy kiss..And whispered...name him E' Pho...KingDragon.........Sakera WindRunner
Sakera growled slightly as she curled herself up more tightly against the raging storm outside. A cave, she decided, was not the best place to seek shelter in a storm, especially not a storm as bad as this one. Even she didn't dare go out into this, and she could fly any storm. After all, she did name herself WindRunner for a reason.Raising her head, she scrubbed angrily at her pale bluish grey eyes with one nuckle. Clearing the rain water out of her eyes was a way to curb her frustration, it did not improve her sight in the slightest. There was nothing that could improve her sight. She was blind, and she had learned long ago to accept that. She had had sight once, she remembered. At that time, she had been young. Her scales mostly brown, with a red stripe down her back, and yellow down her front. Now, though still young as dragons go (she did not know her exact age, counting up the years was too dull), she was an adult, and her colors might have changed. It annoyed her not to know what color she was, but other than that, the blindness never bothered her.
She sighed and settled her head back down. She could hear and feel, and even sense the wind that whipped about the inside of the cave. That sense, "reading the currents" as she called it, was what allowed her to fly, and fly better than most. It was a sense that she thought most flying creatures must have in order to navegate the winds, but in her, without her sight, it had grown much stronger. Reading the currents means to sense the air currents in a way. It was to follow the currents with one's mind to where they went to, or where they were comming from. When the wind ahead broke suddenly, she knew there was an object there, and, based on how the air moved beyond that, she could sense how big it was, whether it was moving, and so on. When hunting, she would use her ears as well as read the currents in order to find gulls and other birds here over the sea.
At the moment, she couldn't even hear the waves breaking violently below this cliffside cave over the din of the storm.
Such windy storms always made her feel a bit sick, with the air currents rushing every which way, but this one...this storm was far worse than any she had ever before experienced. She could feel the energy building before each lightning strike, and then the violent explosion just before the thunder. She could feel the wind trying to rip her out of the cave.
She ran her mind along the air currents. This was no ordinary storm. The wind seemed to be acctually targeting her. A giant clawed hand of air, reaching into the cave after her, that was what it was like. She shuddered. But only one hand came after her, she was an annoyance to this storm. The tempest concentrated its fury somewhere else, on someone else.
She opened her wings and flapped them once, twice, trying to rid them of water before wrapping them tightly around her again. She could not stay here much longer, hunger would drive her out eventually, but for now she would try to sleep. Try.
She closed her sightless eyes, trying to forget the storm for a moment, and began wondering why the weather targeted one place, one creature, and who that target might be.
CrustalSneaker
“Oh blast it! Tiamat take you all!” I yelled, shoving my gold pile towards the goblins. They snickered greedily and gloated in their odd language. Then I pulled my secret weapon. I drew a shimmering crystal from one of my scale pockets and held it up to the light. It matched my dark-gray-blue tone of annoyance quite perfectly.
“This is a mood crystal,” I explained. “It shifts color according to your moods. How much do you want to play for it?”
I had never lost with this crystal before- it was my lucky pet crystal. As I had guessed, the goblins put the heap of gold in the middle, along with some other gems I hadn’t seen previous.
I stuck out a paw. “Winner takes all, last game of the night?” They nodded fervently and shook my outstretched paw. We rolled the knuckles. Their faces fell.
“Oooh boy. That’ll teach you goblins to play a dragon for her pet crystal. They sure as hell don’t call me CrystalSneaker for nothing.”
I grinned a toothy smile, stuffed the loot into my gambling bag, and made a hasty exit.
I was chuckling over my winnings when a claw on my shoulder halted my progress into the catacombs.
“CrystalFlayme. . .”Oh dear. No body called me by my proper name except. . .
“Yes. . .LightScepter?” I addressed the head mage (the Organizer) with a great reverence and an innocent grin.
“You have a journey to make.”
“What?! Bu- but. . .” I sputtered my indignation.
“You will be accompanying DragonSeer.”
“What?! You mean the . . . weird one?” I finished in a quiet tone.
“The half-dragon.”
“Yeah, the weird one,” I said, sneering softly.
“She is no odder than you, my mysterious dracling.”
“Hey! I’m not a dracling!” I yelled, a bit incensed.
He smiled and patted me with a wrinkled paw. “No matter. Just start packing.”
I grumbled and set off to find a sack.
Back to my Mountain. . .
To My Adoption Page. . .
Or to the Gem Dragon adoption. . .
