Ahh... yesss, hello stranger... I am the Lorekeeper... have you come to hear a story?
Please, let me tell you a story a little numbat once told me...
An excellent choice... A
little numbat told me this story once, about the great mushroom in Eridanus... worshipped by a cult... strange how such things can form from a single belief... Ahem, let me see if I can recall it.
"A long, long,
long time ago, before you and me, before the crystals of Orion, before the waters of Pisces, even before the bones of Canis, there was nothing. All was darkness, as empty as the void, and the world was still. Then, with a flash of light, came the first being in existence: a mushroom. It was tiny, and glowed silver, healthy and strong.
For eons, it sat, alone, waiting to fill the world with its Brothers and Sisters. And then, with a great yawn, the light stretched - and from within, a great cloud of spores burst forth, filling the world, and wherever they landed, a new life sprouted. All of these tiny lights were connected to the first by streams of white light, glowing beneath the new ground, and with each successful creation, the silver mushroom grew stronger and taller, more beautiful than ever.
As the lights grew, so too did the world, and soon, other lives took shape. First came the earth, covering the light that connected the mushrooms. Then, water, carving rivers through the earth, brought about tiny shoots of green. The plants flew up past the mushrooms, but they didn't mind - they knew that they were the first, the true originators, and everything else had them to thank. Soon, Eridanus was born, full of life, rich with food for the lights. Then, the fungi found something: a rock, buried in the earth, entangled in their bright connection, covered by roots. With a great burst of light, the mushrooms thrust the rock up to the surface.
And within that rock, sat the first of us. It was blind and deaf, unable to do much but cry. The screams garnered nothing from the earth, nor the water, nor the plants, for what could they do? But lo, the silver mushroom heard the first of our pleas, and sent out a great rush of Her magic. The shock wave broke open the rock, and let us out into the caves, and with Her guidance, the world grew once more. First came Orion, with its great, towering structures, crystals shining down to remind us that our caretaker was watching.
Then came Polaris, with its massive Spire and its humming energy, and so it went, on and on, until the cave was sprawling and overflowing with life. The silver mushroom was so proud of her creations, so overjoyed, that she offered to grant each of them a wish. The earth and the plants wanted the same thing: to remain in Eridanus, where they had been so happy. Water, however, wanted its own realm to claim, and so She sent it to Pisces and Cetus, where it stayed, split in two but fulfilled.
Finally, She asked us: what do you want? You could have anything; power, wealth, your own place in these caves to call your own. And we looked up at her, and then around at each-other, and all the things She had helped us to create, from the wondrous stories carved into the tunnels, to the city of Orion, even to each other - and as one, we replied.
"You. We only want you." And the All Mother smiled, and granted us our wish, connecting us to her through the lights."
I heard this story once... from a
large rhino with a surprisingly eloquent... gift for words...
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This is the story of a brave knight and a princess, a wicked queen and king and also, um, a dragon.
The hero of the story should have been the knight, but something horrible happened to him.
... Is that alright? Should I continue? I'm not very good at this story telling thing.
You want to hear it? Okay. If you're sure.
Once upon a time in midwinter,
One midwinter's eve,
Once upon a time,
Once.
Sorry. I want to get this right. I don't really know how to start.
The beginning?
Yeah... That sounds like a good idea.
A long, long time ago, there were two devillishly smart and dangerous creatures. One was made of a thousand of the softest furs in the land, with a gaze like needles on your skin. The other of the decayed guts of those who had been skinned, stuffed into sharp angles and the rumbles of the earth settling.
... Yes, I mean them. Who else?
When the furs met the guts, they knew that they belonged together. However, both were selfish, and wanted to steal their bodies from each other so they could gain all the power in the world. Being both so intelligent, they came to an impass. They agreed to rule together until they could find a way to settle things how they wished to. The fur became the queen of the land, with her sickly honey whispers; the organs became the king, hiding in the shadows and taking down any who opposed them with his deathly bile.
One cold winter day, the Queen was trying to spread out her rule and found a small flame flickering in the snow. As she approached, the Fire breathed in her fur and grew more powerful, almost swallowing all of the air and snuffing out. The Queen used her silky voice to tame the flame, and tucked it into her fur where it wouldn't grow out of control. So proud of herself, the Queen didn't notice that the Fire had pulled out some of her coat with its greedy, starving hands.
The Queen took her prize home and placed the fire into an airvent full of coals and metals and ordered it to make a set of armor for her to wear. The Fire was so happy to be fed tasty air and charcoal that it eagerly went to work.
Meanwhile, the King, who had been stalking the Queen, found her hair in the snow and breathed his sickly life into it, forming a Princess to take the Queen's place when he killed her, so that he could continue to rule from the shadows where he would be safe.
When the King returned home with the Princess, the Queen saw a potential. She went quickly to her Fire, and told it to form the armor for the Princess so that she could win over the heir and get her to betray the King.
The Fire worked for many days to make the armor, until eventually the Fire used all of its energy to make the creation. The Queen laughed when she came in to find the armor fully finished but the Fire dead and gone. She brought the Princess in to see her new armor, but when the Princess tried to put it on she found that it was too hot for her to touch, for she was made of Snow and the armor had been made with the spirit of Fire. She apologised for being unable to accept the gift, and went home.
Angry, the Queen yelled at the armor, demanding to know why she had been betrayed. To her surprise, the Armor came to life and answered with the laughing crackle of Fire's voice.
"You wanted me to protect the Princess, and so I will."
The Queen was speechless as the armor ran out after the Princess.
The King saw the armor and hid away in his shadows, afraid that such a thing could crush him. The armor ran and ran until it found the Princess, up high on the mountain where the air was cooler and more comfortable.
Fire had been the smartest it had ever been when making the armor. It had given the armor eyes, and so up on the mountains where the air was clean and clear of the smoke and darkness, the armor could see how beautiful the Princess was.
"What are you doing here?" The Princess asked.
"I came here to protect you," answered the armor.
"The only thing that can protect me is the shade of night and the endless winter."
"Then I will be your Knight, for I am too warm to be winter," the armor continued.
The Princess laughed a laugh sweeter than the air of the very mountain they stood upon in spring bloom.
The next day, the King called for a meeting of the royalty, and the Queen and Princess and Knight all gathered. The Knight was rejected from the meeting and sent off to guard the entrance to the Kingdom. The King and Queen got into a fight over the Princess and the Knight, for the King knew that the Knight was the Queen's work. Eventually, the Princess demanded that her parents cease fighting and that the Knight be left to guard her.
What the Princess did not know, however, was that a horrible Dragon, the stronger brother of the Fire, had come to destroy the Kingdom. The Knight fought the Dragon bravely, but the Knight's metal body could not withstand the flames. The Dragon defeated the Knight and flew up to the King's chambers to wait for him to return from the meeting.
When the meeting ended, the King returned home to find the Dragon. The Dragon gobbled him up, but found that his flesh was poisoned and rotted. The Dragon spat out the King and grew sick and died.
The King ran to the Queen and accused her of hiring the Dragon to kill him, and they fought and fought and fought, but as always-- the Queen and King were equal in every way.
While the Queen and King were busy, the Princess came looking for the Knight. She found his body and felt the heat from the Dragon's flames still burning deep inside of him. All she could do was cry, for touching him would easily kill her. She kept the Greedy Queen from taking the flames for herself.
Though destroyed by the flames, the knight's spirit had always been that of Fire. The Fire heard the Princess crying and knew what he had to do. For many days and nights, the Princess sat by him and cried while his old spirit, Fire, tried to tame the Dragon's flames. She watched the flames twist and distort the Knight, wishing that they would die out so she could take the Knight's remains and give him a proper funeral, for he had died protecting her.
Yet, as the flames did finally die out, a small miracle occurred. The Knight lifted from the ground, turned his head towards her, and spoke softly,
"What are you doing here?"
"I came here to protect you." The Princess replied, and since then, the two lived happily ever after.
... Cause, um. Well. The Princess became the new Queen because the old King and Queen kept fighting all the time and eventually died or something. And the Knight protected her forever and ever and she was the best Queen ever.
So, yeah. The end!"
I very much... enjoyed... listening to this story... told by a rather
beautiful lioness... Perhaps you will as well...
"A long time ago, here in this very cave there lived creatures like us but not. They all had gems, yes, but that's where the similarities ended. They were of all shapes and of all sizes and of all colors. While a few chose to take the form of different animals like us there some who chose not to. Some were as tiny as the cave mice with deep red fur and piercing gold eyes with a thousand appendages. Others were tall and lanky with fur as dark and with the same consistency of shadows and paws with long fingers for reaching for their prey. There were even a few that were so large that they could hardly fit within the cave walls but those few chose to keep to the waters and the underwater tunnels (they were ones who made those very tunnels, you see) so they wouldn't hurt their smaller friends.
Now, among these strange creatures lived a beautiful princess. Her coat was like the purest of snows with black stripes slicing through and she took the form of a tiger with wings so large that they could touch the very ceiling. Her eyes were the deepest of sapphire-blue with specs glittering like stars in them. This princess' name was Orion and she was a kind and benevolent soul, loved by all who were in her kingdom. However... There were those that did not love Orion nor those in her kingdom. These were the souls that lived in a neighboring cave.
The leader of this cavern was a king named Monoceros. He had chosen the form of a six-legged horse with a coat of dusty brown and a mane and tail that were darkest of blacks. His eyes were the same color and were rumored to suck in anyone's soul that dared to look into them. On Monoceros' head was a diamond gem that stuck out at least five feet from his head. This horn was what he used to skewer those who dared opposed him... right before he sucked in their souls, of course.
Now, Monoceros was jealous of this kingdom of Orion's. He wanted subjects that loved him and what he wanted more was a queen to help to bear him children. There were some creatures in Monoceros but they displeased him. What he wanted was Orion for he knew any gembounds borne from her stone would be beautiful, graceful, and powerful. The jealous king left his own kingdom and marched straight to Orion's home and demanded that she wed him.
Orion, as kind and benevolent as she was, was not a pushover. She refused for the kindly princess saw the darkness in Monoceros' heart. To be wed to such a monster would not be something that would make she or her subjects happy.
At her refusal King Monoceros grew outraged, he snorted which sent out gusts of blistering wind. He had never had anyone tell him no, you see, the king was used to getting his way from his timid citizens. Angrily, he yelled at the queen,
"Listen here, Orion! You will be my wife! I demand it and when Monoceros demands something he always gets it!" Still the queen would not yield.
"I will not. You will not make me bow to your will, Monoceros." She said to him.
"I would sooner take my life than to throw it away with you!"
Monoceros could see that she was adamant in her decision and threats on her life would not make her yield.
"Very well... if you will not be my wife," He said slyly with a grin.
"Then I will destroy your city and all of your subjects will be crushed under my hooves!" To give a demonstration the great horse let out a blood-curdling neigh which whipped up a twister that tore through the city.
Orion could hear the terrified screams of her citizens and it was this that broke her. The kindly princess wouldn't think twice about giving her own life but she would not threaten the lives of the ones she loved, the ones she protected. Even if she tried to fight Monoceros it would claim more lives and she would not start a war when one could be avoided.
"Please, please stop! I will be your wife Monoceros! Just don't hurt my citizens!" She pleaded with him.
The dusty colored horse let out a laugh but conceded and stopped the twister from causing any more destruction.
"You have three days to prepare yourself, Orion. Then we shall have the ceremony." With another harsh laugh the stallion marched away. He was certain that he'd won and would have Orion as his reluctant bride.
The queen was devastated and after reassuring her citizens that all would be well she went to her own quarters to cry. There was nothing she could do about it. Monoceros would indeed have his way as it was the only to keep destruction from her kingdom.
Now, deep in another cave there lived a creature of solitude. He preferred to be alone and thus kept others away from his home. He had taken the form of a gallant creature not unlike a deer but instead of a deer's head he had instead the head of a wolf with ten foot tall antlers made of a special gem which changed colors like a rainbow when hit with light. This creature's name was Pisces and his eyes were the color of a clear pool and for some reason when he looked into another's eyes they would be filled with an unexplained sadness.
The reason for this was that the creature himself was filled with melancholy. He lived alone because of the strange properties of his and also because he wanted to be alone... Or rather, he only wanted to be with one other. That one was Orion but she lived in her vast kingdom full of those who loved her while he had no one to love him and only a dank cave. Pisces simply admired her from afar, hoping that one day he would work up the courage to speak to her but sadly that day never seemed to happen.
It was during one of his rounds that he saw the whole exchange with Monoceros. It made him grow angry that anyone would dare treat such a sweet beauty that way. The whole thing made him admire her all the more for her bravery in the face of obvious danger and evil. It made him want to speak to her all the more... but he could not face his fear. However, he would try to help the princess and stop Monoceros. He ran back to his dank cavern to prepare for the wedding as well...
Three days passed and Monoceros came to visit Orion for the ceremony just as he said he would. With a heavy heart Orion came out in the most beautiful of gem necklaces. Even though it hurt her inside to give into this monster's demands she would still put on a brave face for her citizens. Monoceros approached his wife-to-be and with a tirumphant grin prepared to start the whole ceremony.
However, before he could even open his mouth he heard a defiant yell from the gathered crowd,
"That's enough! I will not allow this to go any further!" The crowd parted to reveal the form of Pisces as he glared hatred at Monoceros. Orion's heart lifted as she saw the brave face of Pisces. She had told no one but she had also admired Pisces from afar but dared not approach him for she believed that he preferred to be alone and dared not disturb his solitude. Right after her heart lifted it fell again. The princess did not want to see him get hurt for she knew how strong Monoceros' magic was. She shouted for him to run, to get away but he did no such thing and instead came closer to the horse.
"It is too late for him," Growled Monoceros.
"I will make an example of him for what happens to insolent fools!" The stallion reared back on his hind four legs and prepared to unleash a twister. Pisces was too quick for him though and before he could neigh to bring on the deadly wind the deer-wolf pointed his antlers directly at the horse's mouth. From those beautiful antlers shot a beam of light which hit Monoceros' mouth and froze it shut.
Shocked, the horse landed back on all six of his hooves and stared down at his frozen mouth. Without his powerful neighs he couldn't bring on the twisters which could wreak devastation on the whole kingdom! Outraged he threw himself at Pisces and the battle began. It went on for hours and hours, neither side looking like they would gain any vantage on the other. What decided the match was Monoceros' mouth finally thawing.
Before Pisces could freeze it again he snorted and sent a great gust of wind to knock Pisces off of his feet. While he was down Monoceros summoned a great twister which would swallow up the brave antlered stag. Monoceros stomped down hard upon the stag's body, crushing him to the ground.
"This ends here, Pisces!" The twister was almost upon him.
In what would be his last act he turned his face to Orion with tears in his eyes and said,
"Princess Orion, I am sorry that I have failed you... I love you and I always have. I wanted to tell you so but I was always too scared to do so." The princess could feel her heart break that this brave stag was to be killed by the evil Monoceros. Deep in her heart she could feel something in her as well. A deep love that empowered her. She would not allow this violence to go on any further.
"Dear Pisces, you could never fail me. I want you to know that I love you as well... Which is why I can't allow Monoceros to kill you or hurt anyone anymore." With that her body began to glow as she cast a powerful magic. Then, her body seemed to evaporate into light as this light zoomed forward and wrapped around the twister, destroying it. The light also wrapped around Pisces and began to swallow him.
"No no nooooo!" Screamed Monoceros as he was swallowed by the light. The princess' powerful spell had dispelled the twister and also attempted to destroy the evil king. However, in his last effort to save himself Monoceros also released a burst of magic to undo the princess' spell. It wasn't enough to keep his physical body but he could still exist. His form manifested itself inside of the cave we all know as Monoceros. There he waits as a large twister to try and swallow up anyone that happens to get too close just as he did with his gaze all those years ago.
As for the princess... Well, her powerful burst of magic cost her her physical body as well. It is said that the stars on Orion's ceilings are the flecks of light from Orion's eyes and from there she watches her kingdom, ever benevolent and ever kind as the time goes by.
Pisces was saved but he was saddened that Orion gave up her life for him but happy that they finally admitted there love for each other. He retired back to Pisces cave where he created the waterfall and pools from his tears. The dampness in the air is from his ever watchful spirit which still cries over having lost the love of his life. "
Yes... the mysterious carvings... Many stories surround them, and this, told by a
brave lammergeier, is but one of them...
"Nobody knows how Origin Caves came to be, nor how long it has existed... yet we do know some things for certain. Far too many cycles ago to count, in the heart of the jungle, a lush paradise full of verdant growth and vivid flowers and ferns, a small mushroom emerged into the world. It was a beautiful little creation, colored silver like a soul, small tendrils falling gently from the edges of it's plume. The small fungus remain unknown in the cover of Eridanus' jungle and lush cover. Many do not understand, but the bringers of rot have always felt.
The feeling of being ignored was simply terrible for the beautiful and vain mushroom. She knew she was fantastic and beautiful, thought to be so gorgeous that she was unable to be ignored. Yet the fungus was.
Over many cycles, perhaps even a century of such, the mushroom grew more and more hateful of the enchanting jungle, the darkness that it cast her within. Jealously gnawed at the core of her being. Soon, it was unbearable. The shadows that the jungle had cast upon the silvery mushroom tainted her heart. The darkness had grown far too strong to simply hold at bay. So she waited, and plotted.
Gembound began to fill the caves, small, curious, and irresistably naive creatures that roamed nowhere in particular in hopes of finding their perfect homes... where they simply fit in like a piece of the puzzle. This was the divine mushroom's chance. The silvery threads that swept from the cap of the mushroom would grow longer and longer, drawing the young Gembound forth with the gift of magicka. Her first victim was a young female elephant by the name of Themba. At home amongst the jungle's ferns, mosses, and foliage, the girl had feared nothing in the Caves. Her magicka was a strong force to be reckoned with, focused through a citrine stone embedded into her nape.
The grey elephant child had discovered the sweeping silver threads of the mushroom, bowing onto her knees.
"What are you?" she had whispered.
"I am beauty, but I have been ignored." Came a distant voice, the tendril pulsing at the tip closest to Themba, the pearlescent glow traveling back to it's source, intending to draw the child closer.
"Will you help me? Please?"
Silent was the young Gembound, as she followed the glowing light to the beautiful and glorious mushroom. The attention that the mushroom gained was marvelous as the elephant gazed upon her in awe.
"You are so beautiful," she ushered out to the mushroom,
"how can you be ignored?" The fungus fell quiet, and tenderly, the girl reached out to lightly grace her with her trunk.
"My dear sweet, do not fret why... but can you aid me in being noticed? I would hate to pass and not be known by more than one such as you." The elephant simply nodded, and the mushroom continued,
"Thank you, my dear." Silken threads coiled about the calf, tapping into the magic of Themba's. They weaved about the brilliant citrine stone upon her nape, stealing the prowess that the elephant possessed.
"You will help me grow... and soon the caves will know I am here, and remember me for centuries."
The fungus drained Themba of all of her magic, leaving the stone dull and lifeless. It was not long before the calf was rasping for breath.
"Why?" With no answer, the child fell silent into death, the darkened stone clattering on the floor boringly. It had been the first death in the caves. The power that the mushroom had stolen coursed through her, and this strength caused her to grow even more dauntingly beautiful, and to climb in height. Plants shied away from her relentless touch, and they were terrified. Only ferns and mosses would bear to coexist with her. Any plants once thought to be more glorious than she disappeared from around what was now known as The Monarch of Eridanus.
Taking advantage of the many curious, young, and naive Gembound of the caves, The Monarch grew and grew in strength and beauty. She had never dreamt there would be an end to her power.
It was when word got out of Gembound disappearing from the caves, a mushroom ridding their stones of their power, and such stones being lost within the stem of the great being. The group were banding together to end the terror that The Monarch caused to enchance her beauty and be noticed. Of course, she reveled in this tension and drama that she had wreaked upon the caves. She was being noticed, and not ignored as just another mushroom. The Monarch never wanted to end her reign. It never would, she believed.
One fateful day, a group of Gembound, far greater and stronger than the ones she had stolen magicka from, appeared at the foot of her stem. A mighty creature known as Astraea stamped a foot down, ruby stone glinting in the silvery light as she demanded to know why the fungus had done this.
"I just wanted to be noticed... for the lovely spotlight to shine on me..." Silvery threads leaned forth, eager to absorb more magicka, and the last word spoken before the battle began was from The Monarch.
"Forever."
Astraea lunged first, the leader of the battlion. The Monarch sought that very Gembound first, ensnaring the creature within her draining web of threads. Soon, the Gembound whose's carmine stone once shimmered fell upon the floor in a crumpled heap. She had mocked the weakness of the Gembound, yet they had many things she did not. They could move, live, breathe... and they had a resolve harder than any other. Such creatures... they would fight to the death. That was the beautiful goddess' fault that lead to her defeat.
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"I give in! Please, don't scar my beauty anymore!" She pleaded to the Gembound, both tired and exhausted of their strength. The Monarch was dimly lit, many of her tendrils gone and the cap swooping low to the ground. A large and bird-like Gembound stepped forth, and he spoke with a strong voice.
"For what you have done... you shouldn't be forgiven." With that, they continued to wear away at The Monarch. She was so weak and barely able to speak. Slumber was near for the great fungus. Fighting for what conciousness and life she had left, the creature let forth a great burst of light.
"You will have what you have fought for. All of these dead Gembound. Their souls will be released to the world." Then the beautiful mushroom fell silent. Sleep found the fungus, and she was no longer dangerous. And for centuries, perhaps many millenia, she slept. To this day, she still yet remains dormant. "
This story has stuck with me... ever since it was told to me by a rather
bold bird...
"
Long ago, the world was drenched in darkness. Nothing grew, and no life could survive more than a few short hours, the air too heavy, no light to guide them to safety. It went on like this for eons, a constant cycle of death and rebirth, the creatures born within the void blind and helpless, crying out to be saved, for a hero to come to their aid. And then, in the unending night, a light appeared: a creature, its armor of colorful feathers alive with tendrils of flame. As its wings burned, the fire lit up the world, and for the first time in a millennia, the children of the dark could see.
This savior, this burning God, led them to safety, where the heavy air was eaten by the flame, gobbled up by it. The more of the dangerous substance the fire consumed, the greater it grew, burning up their leader faster and faster, his armor falling to the floor in clumps of ash - a trail for his brethren to follow, assuring none would be left behind.
And so, this great swarm of beasts, from the smallest rat to the largest lion, braved their way through the winding maze that the dark had created, a kind of cage to hold them in. The living flame saw these flimsy walls and laughed, cackled, gasped for breath in his amusement, before breathing in. When he breathed out, the flames followed his will, soaring to his aid, burning the very walls the darkness had built to nothingness. The void, enraged by his arrogance, summoned its own strength, flinging the flames back at the God himself. The leader cried out, hobbled, the fire eagerly eating away at his armor, feathers rapidly falling to the floor, until finally the searing heat consumed his wings, robbing the creature of his ability to fly.
Undeterred from his quest, the bearer of the light battled the fire back, controlling it, taking it into his own body. Thus, the first fire elemental was created: those who could tame the flames, make them bend to their will, use them to do their bidding - for better or for worse. The God, angered by the dark's attempt to snuff him out, energy fading fast, used the last of his strength to lead the other beasts out of the void, into a new world of light, where green grew and blue bubbled past, where stars blazed in the skies and great cities lay, ready to be ruled as he had ruled their great and terrible party of monsters.
His task, that which he had been born to complete, done, the flame turned back to the darkness - and let the fire free. It blossomed from his skin, burning through his eyes, his nostrils, his mouth, escaping into the void and scorching its unending black hide. This world that had held him prisoner, that had kept him and his children from the light, trembled and screamed, the fire catching it alight, burning away its very existence. Slowly, ever so slowly, over hundreds of years, thousands, the dark was eaten away, until nothing but shadows remained. Of course, this power came at a cost: the savior was reduced to nothing but ash, spread about the empty cavern, armor gone.
While their flame had been at war, the other beasts of the dark had grown, taking over this new brighter world, prospering in its forests, frollicking in its deep pools of cool water, soothing after so long in the presence of the burning embers. Still, they felt guilty - their leader had not been seen in many years, almost forgotten by everyone but the eldest beasts. A decision was made to search for the God, and so the oldest creatures set out, travelling back to the dark... but they did not find it. Instead, they found a great cave, bright with dying embers, its floor covered in grey ash and green feathers. Among the party were those who had powers, powers which could bring the dead back to life - if a bit changed in the process.
These shamans gathered the ashes into a great mound, and prayed by it day and night, pouring all of their loss and guilt into the desecrated body of their light. Slowly, a form emerged. It was small, its wings even smaller, as if their God had remembered the great burning that had taken his flight. Still, his talons were as sharp, his words as quick and true, and when he breathed, flames followed, embers falling to the floor. With every inhale, his eyes glowed, and with every exhale, light spilled from his lips. Awed by this new rebirth, the flame's followers bowed before him, as reverent now as they had been when he led them from the dark.
And the great leader laughed, and watched, and smiled.
Still, he was, to the core, alone. Yes, his children were loyal, treating him as a king, a royal, the true God of the light. Nevertheless, the flame grew weaker by the eon, without anything to keep the fire burning. Then, one day, on one of his many travels, he came across a stone, embedded in the wall of the cavern where he had once, so long ago, defeated the darkness. The stone was carved with strange runes, and though the fire did not understand them, he knew they were important - and so he pried the rock from the wall. Instead of falling with a thump, as so many boulders do, this stone splintered as it crashed to the floor, a body spilling from its middle. The light hurried to the creature, stilling only at the sight of its wide eyes.
This creature, he knew, had been made by the dark - it carried the shadows with it. But its pelt, so like his own, was ash, through and through, its beak as sharp as his own, its words soft and deadly. The Goddess, for she was indeed his true match, rose from her place on the floor - and took to the skies. The God, unable to match this talent, followed after her, firing off streams of courting light, waves of flame that danced about her figure, but never dared to touch, too afraid to take her wings as they had before. This chase continued on for years, through all of the land that his children had claimed, before finally, the Goddess landed, amused by the God's attempts.
"Little thing, why do you try so?"
The God was quick to answer, bowing so deeply his beak touched the cold stone of the floor.
"Because we were made for each other, of course," he replied, confused. He had known this from the start, felt it settle into his bones - but had she not felt the same? The Goddess watched him for hours, and he struggled to remain in his position, to keep up the show of respect. Finally, she let out a croak of a laugh, the sound whisper-soft and yet somehow, to him, as loud as a gong.
"Your attempts amuse me. You did not think I would forget you, did you?" And with this, the Goddess flew up, up, up, once more, leaving the God to stare after her, knowing now that, indeed, the darkness had returned... but things had changed.
He was no longer afraid. "
Now this... is the tale of a peculiar bond... shared between dragons and their riders... told to me by a rather
powerful dragon himself...
"
In the very cave that we all make our home lived a gargantuan creature (Yup! Even larger than me.). She had fur of burnished silver with eyes of polished gold. They were beautiful eyes but lacked the normal pupil of your normal gembound (Like mine! You see?). It frightened others and made them make up all sorts of terrible rumors about her. Even when she was newly hatched out of her pink and white rhodochorosite chrysalis those that met her weren't really fond of her. Her eyes gave them chills for no one dared meet her bright gaze and her shape was nothing like anyone else's. She had long fur all across her body but she also had wings like a bat but with horns on her head like a gazelle. The fangs in her long and powerful jaws were sharp and visible even when her mouth was closed. It was alien... different... a thing to be feared. No one bothered to get to know her because they were afraid.
This young creature was a dragon, like myself (Duh... sorry.) but different. For starters when she grew into her full size she was twice the size of the Monarch with an even larger wingspan. She specialized in many abilities, many breath attacks that has been lost to dragon kind. Ice, water, fire, energy, lightning, light, wind. This mighty dragon also mastered other arts like making plants bloom from her very fur and even fungi that she could make sprout to her will. For speaking she used telepathy for her mouth and fangs made it hard to form proper words, or rather, proper words that didn't frighten the souls of those she intended to communicate with. Her voice was low, harsh, and impossibly loud. See, throughout the years no one had grown warmer to the dragon. They still avoided her, still called her a monster when they saw her. Still wanted nothing more than to reject her and forget that she existed.
It didn't help that this dragon, Ae'thiya, was born with a disease. This disease was called the Bloodlust. When afflicted with the Bloodlust one becomes nothing more than a wild beast searching for food at the scent of blood. It makes you lose all control of your thoughts, your language, and your actions. What's more it made Ae'thiya's eyes turn a dastardly shade of crimson which struck even more fear into the heart's of other gembounds. It was right of them to be afraid for she would easily murder the creature's with no remorse. After all, Ae'thiya had grown up alone with no friends and fancied herself less of a greater gembound and more akin to lessers what with her ailment and the fact that she was unlike anyone else.
Unlike me (Yes, even when I'm on a rampage... thanks for remindin' me!) she wouldn't try to fight her Bloodlust. She appreciated the feeling it gave her and went with it. She was the wildest dragon ever to have existed and it is said that Ae'thiya could have an episode just by the mere thought of blood. It was truly a terrible thing. The gembounds all around her plotted a way to do away with Ae'thiya but no one could figure out a way. She was larger than any of them, stronger, and held no remorse for killing. It was a young ringtailed lemur by the name of Luke that hit upon an idea. He decided that they should make chains and bind down the dragon then kill her. They would have to be strong chains, enchanted chains to keep a wild thing like her held. It would take months to make them but to keep everyone safe they would.
Construction of these chains began with everyone working together in secrecy. Luke oversaw construction and gave his input. His element was earth so his expertise was needed. However, it was during an off day that Luke decided to go investigate the dragon. He needed to get some exact approximations on her size and trusted no one else but himself to do it. The dragon had housed herself inside of Orion, the place easily held her bulk and she also enjoyed sleeping high up on the cliffs. She felt like a Queen there while she watched the small, fearful creatures scuttle past.
Fortunately for Luke the dragon was sleeping at the time that he decided to show up or else he might have been eaten straight away. Quickly he made his up the sides of the cliffs and right up to the dragon's lair which was filled with the bones of her victims. For all of his talk he felt awed by the gigantic creature. He was impressed and cowed at her size but filled with some sort of strange kinship at the sight of her... It was unnatural and strange to him to say the least. He'd come with a job though and that job he would complete.
He began to walk around, looking at her neck and limbs, jotting down notes on a little stone he'd brought. It was during this time that the dragon suddenly came awake. Ae'thiya's golden eyes slid open and locked onto the lemur as he jotted onto his rockpad. He hadn't noticed her yet and it would have been easy for Ae'thiya to gobble him up right then... but she didn't, miraculously. Why? Because when she gazed upon the lemur she felt a kinship within herself similar to what the lemur felt first himself. Confused at this bit of emotion she said nothing at first and simply studied this strange thing. Not until Luke looked up from writing did she finally let a curl of acrid smoke loose from her nostrils while her muzzle pulled back in a snarl.
Why are you here, small one? Boomed the dragon's thoughts in Luke's mind. For a moment the lemur could do nothing but stare, certain that he would be eaten.
What's the matter? Dragon got your tongue? Of all the rumor's he'd heard one of them wasn't about Ae'thiya speaking. He'd assumed that she was brainless and only out for blood... not sarcastic conversations. Now, Ae'thiya herself expected sobbing or the lemur to run away for his life but she got neither. Half surprised, half impressed she simply stared at the gembound who dared stand in her nest and look her straight in the eye. If there's one thing our kind can appreciate it's bravery (Although, a bit of that feeling from earlier kept her from snapping him up then and there.).
Finally, Luke was able to get a hold of himself and answer,
"Aren't you going to eat me?" His voice was barely a whisper but Ae'thiya had huge ears and easily heard his words. What's more, they made her rumble out an amused chuckle.
I won't if you properly amuse me... and you're starting off quite well. In truth it was new to her to actually have someone talk to her. It was new and welcome and she enjoyed the conversation which they had. It turned out that Ae'thiya was interested in learning about the earth and the other gembounds while Luke was interested to know about the way of dragons. They talked for long, long hours until finally Luke had to say goodbye and go home.
This was not the last time he visited his dragon friend. He came back day after day which turned to week after week and eventually to months. He enjoyed Ae'thiya's company immensely and started to believe that maybe... she was misunderstood. Sure, her crimes couldn't go unpunished but perhaps if she had just been talked to as a hatchling then it wouldn't have gone this far. They could punish her for her crimes or give her a test run to see if she could change her ways. He told this to the other gembounds but no one wanted to here it. In two days time they would head to Orion and chain up Ae'thiya and kill her with or without Luke.
Conflicted on his loyalty to the gembounds and on his blossoming friendship with Ae'thiya he didn't know what to do. He sat in his favorite tree in Eridanus, trying to think things over. He didn't get far with his thoughts though as he felt an itch in the back of his mind. It was an itch that led his thoughts back to Ae'thiya no matter how he tried to steer them away. He had to go see her and he would do it now.
Luke traveled to Orion and the closer he came the more he could hear a strange sound. It was a melodic alto humming the reverberated throughout his entire being. It made him feel as light as air and happy! When he finally arrived he saw what it was. Ae'thiya wasn't seated at her nest in the cliffs as was usual but instead she was at the center of Orion, waiting on Luke. The sound was coming from her and as Luke neared the pitch grew in its joyful tone. He couldn't help but join in on the music with his own hum, adding his music into the mix as he approached.
When he stood right before the she-dragon her silvered head dipped so that she could look right into Luke's eyes. Her own gold ones glowed with an intense light as she stared at the lemur. Luke could almost feel the love and devotion pouring off of her in waves.
I am glad to see you Luke. I feel such a kinship with you... something I have never felt before and it makes me happy all the way to my very soul. The dragon gave a rumble of joy then and tilted her muzzle slightly upwards which exposed a small circle of pink gem with creamy swirls that was nestled right at the top of her throat.
Touch my gem... Luke did as he was bid and stepped forward, placing one paw on Ae'thiya's gem. As soon as he did he felt a rumble rise up from the dragon's throat. It was like a hug but with sound instead of words. The gem itself was warm and he could feel something in it. Something not unlike a pulse... It felt like fire but he didn't pull away from it. It hurt but it also was a comforting feeling. Luke smiled and it was at that moment that he realized that he loved this dragon. He loved everything about her and being around her. It was like she was an older sister or one of his closest friends.
After a moment the dragon stepped back and locked Luke with her stare again. There was an even more intense light glowing in her gaze and Luke found he could not look away. It was like a pull keeping his eyes on her own. It's said that a dragon's eyes are a window to their soul and their color representing that dragon's aura. Luke found this out now as he stared into her brightly glowing golden eyes... Loyalty and royalty... That's what he imagined her to have the most of.
I have been thinking for a while now. A feeling has been building in me and today it has reached its peak and I wish to share it with you. Luke felt love bubble up within himself. His paw reached out towards Ae'thiya's muzzle and hung out in the air for a moment until she touched it gently.
I didn't know I could ever feel this way, not until you came to me. I'm glad that we've gotten to know each other... I feel that we have a bond, a special bond which is why I summoned you today. You are the wisdom for my temper, the caution to my storm... I believe you are the one who can help me when I lose myself to the Bloodlust. That is saying so much because before I met you I never wanted to temper my Bloodlust. You bring out the good in me and help me want to be more than a beast which is why I have decided to choose you, Luke, as my Rider. With each word it seemed that her eyes seemed to glow all the more until finally the light threatened to consume them both until Ae'thiya shut it off by closing her eyes. Her muzzle slid past Luke's paw all the way to his forehead where she touched it softly.
The light which had been building in her eyes seemed to go through both of their bodies as they both glowed intensely. Not only did it appear like light was on the outside but it felt to them like an intense light burned them from the inside. It was like the most deadly of fires but also like a cooling flood. The feeling burned all throughout them until it finally subsided and left them both to collapse on the ground, unconscious. The first Dragon-Rider Bond had been made between them. It was a magic made by the Ae'thiya herself and paved the way for other bonds as well... (But we'll get to that).
After they both awoke they were astonished for they could speak to each other with a mere thought and even see through each other's eyes. There was no doubt now... Luke had to tell Ae'thiya what the other gembounds were planning and so, he did. Ae'thiya was not angry with him for keeping the secret for this long for she knew her crimes. The dragon decided that she would attempt reason with the gembounds and hopefully she would be able to atone for her crimes.
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The day came when the gembounds came, chains in their paws and anger in their hearts as they approached Ae'thiya. Luke tried to talk them down, beg them to listen to Ae'thiya's words but they would hear none of it. They called Luke a traitor and tied him down while they advanced on Ae'thiya. When Luke was attacked and trussed up in rope the dragoness could feel the anger rising within her. There was an urge she had never felt before, one that was borne from the Bloodlust but also her love for Luke. This urge was one to kill but also to protect. She wanted to rend everyone who dared hurt him limb from limb.
A fearsome roar erupted from Ae'thiya's jowls as she lost herself to the red haze of the Bloodlust. The gembounds' hearts turned cold as they realized exactly what they were dealing with. There was hardly a chance that they could get the chains around the dragoness and if they ran she would surely hunt them all down. They would all be killed!
Except... They had forgotten about Luke. As Ae'thiya leaped forward to crush and rend her opponents the lemur reached inwards to their bond. The she-dragon could not understand words, not even words spoken through their bond, but she could understand feeling and with a start Luke realized that he had some influence over the raging dragon. With a pull at their bond he managed to turn Ae'thiya away and redirect her anger by making her chase after prey. Only after blood had been spilled was he able to soothe her Bloodlust so that she could regain control of herself.
Afterwards, the gembounds were astonished by their luck but could think of no answers for their enormous luck. Not until they saw Luke's closed eyes and trembling body as he helped Ae'thiya fight off her Bloodlust. It was then that they truly realized the extent of Luke and Ae'thiya's love. They untied Luke hastily and begged that he help keep the dragon under control. Of course he agreed and Ae'thiya was pardoned for her crimes... So long as she didn't go back to her rampaging ways.
Now, after all that Luke and Ae'thiya lived long together. Luke took a mate and birthed many young lemurs. Ae'thiya took no true mate, she only found only another creature that she deemed worthy to reproduce with at which point she used her gem (as only a gem from a dragon will yield a dragon) to help produce the next generation of Dragons for Luke's children. The Dragons and the Riders lived on for generations in Orion. They even founded an organization for keeping the peace and making sure that no dragons were ever to get out of control... But that's a story for another day. "
So... you want to hear one of Lorekeeper's own stories, do you...? Well... There is this one that I remember... from long ago...
"A long time ago... yes... before you existed... it was loud. It was very, very loud. There were noises from all over. I lived - I hid - in Canis. I was not a child... I'd never been a child. But I was young. Fresh. And I was naive to the world. I wish I'd been blessed with the understanding to know better... Perhaps it could have saved me... Though I suppose I am grateful to be alive now rather than back then.
There were creatures you could trust, and then... there were those you could not. They would... attack you... hurt you... trick you... lead you astray... you were unwanted... but the ones like me, we could trust each other. We only wanted to survive. So we did, for the time during the great noise. We had to be quiet... had to sneak around, in the dark, when they weren't looking. We survived that way. It was good, and it was safe, the only way to continue living. Many didn't make it. But we did. We survived as long as we could... until, one day, the noise died down. All the creatures that made all the noise were gone; we looked from our hiding places, and everything had stopped.
We rejoiced. We were finally able to be free... we could wander the caves, our home, without fear of being tricked or slaughtered. There was one room... the cursed room... the home of a monster... We feared it. Merely speaking of it made our hearts quake with fear. And so we never entered it. Some were curious... to see if the monster still lived there... but their curiosity granted them only death. We avoided it... but everywhere else... belonged to us. I remember... leaving this room, through the tunnels... for the first time... on the back of my friend. My legs have never worked... but he was kind. We went through the forbidden tunnel... into the city of the stars... and the throne was empty. It was proof that we were free... so we continued, and for the first time, I saw the core... The home of the great glowing heart... Energy... boundless energy. Once harnessed by the ones that made noise, no more. It was free to spread through the caves. It lifted us.
We continued on to the other rooms. Places we'd never seen before... like the room with the waterfall... it was vast and the water was so clear. The room with the jungle, trees that scraped the roof of the cave... It was the only place that wasn't quiet... and then the room of the swamp... buzzing. A buzzing. I would never forget the sound. It was a sound that permeated me to my very core... The cursed room.
Many of us knew of it, we peered inside... the cave... we saw it... but we never entered it. It was the only room we forbade ourselves from entering... for fear of the curse. For a long time, we were free, and happy... sometimes, we would hear the buzzing in different rooms, but it would go away. It was an omen... but if we did not acknowledge it, it would leave. Omen of the cursed room... we couldn't have known any better... we were safe... until one day. We heard a voice. It was small and fragile. A broken voice... it pleaded for help. My friend, he took me on his back and we went. All of us. Alone, we were not strong... but the voice... it might have been one of us. Together, we could be strong enough to help it... to save it. So we all went.
We thought the voice was near... but as we walked, it kept going farther... and farther... but we believed that it needed our help. It fled through tunnels, and through the different rooms... until it brought us to the cursed room. And we stopped, and we stared in apprehension. The room of the swamp... the room... but the buzzing was gone. We believed it to be a sign... we were meant to help the lost one. With fear, we went into the room. Some of us... the most cowardly... stayed behind. They acted as scouts. The rest of us... we plunged into the cursed room. We walked... among the trees... we listened... the voice called, and cried... and it took us to the very center. The heart of the room... We emerged from the trees... and we saw it, the swamp. My blood ran cold... I could remember stories... stories told to me by others... of the monster. The monster that lived there. The curse.
We waited to hear the voice... we could not see where it came from... but we waited. Only... it never came... We stood at its shore, and we looked... and then the air began to buzz. We saw the surface ripple. The buzzing... we had been tricked. We fled as fast as we could. I raised my head, on the back of my friend. I turned my head and looked. I could just... I could barely see it... the head of the monster burst forth... And then we left. We were free from the monster... but we had been betrayed. Half of us believed that it was the voice that betrayed... but the others... they still believed the voice to be in danger. It was quiet for another while after that, and we were slow to make our way back to our home... the room of the stars... we were almost there, when the voice rang out again.
"Help! Help me, please! I'm stuck! I've been stuck here for so long... Somebody please help!"
Those of us that believed... argued that we were wrong in following it to the cursed room. That our ears... were faulty... we were wrong. We wanted to help... the ones that believed followed the voice. My friend... wished to go... and I would not let him go alone... I went, too. Together, we all followed the voice... a second time. It led us through only one tunnel, this time. Before... we came to the windy room. This room... this was the home of the strongest... creatures... not us... we were never strong enough. We had looked, before... and they were gone. It would be safe to go. So... we went. But again... we were deceived.
There was no helpless creature there, in the windy room... instead... it was the chaos beast.
He appeared before us in the windy room... he descended... from the ceiling... a gaping maw... The ceiling, it was a gaping maw; it had always been, but we should have known... should have known from where it would lead. Should have known... the hot air from the maw... the room of the lava... the home of the chaos beast. It was where he resided. And he had come to us, from his Hell. He had been waiting for us.
"FOOLS! YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD HIDE FOREVER! YOU THOUGHT I WOULD NEVER FIND YOU? I SHALL CONSUME EVERYTHING! I SHALL DEVOUR THIS CAVE, AND THEN I SHALL DEVOUR EVERYTHING BEYOND! IT IS MY PURPOSE, AS YOURS IS TO DIE! YOU CANNOT ESCAPE FATE!"
We shook beneath him... This was not the cursed monster... This was so much worse. The chaos beast... whom none could ever escape. What saved us... earlier... was that... his home could not reach ours... He had become lost in the place he knew... until something brought him here. The chaos beast came down on us... like a wave of fire... just a bright flash, and we were... that was it. We scattered. My friend - he ran, we could feel the heat, the heat was on him. I fell. The others ran, too... they trampled me. A pain, in my jaw. I could not speak, nor move... but I could see. I saw them run, and the chaos beast lunged forward. He consumed them all in fire. I felt death upon me. I would die, this day... at the hands of the chaos beast... all I could see was destruction. But... through the flame... I saw something. I thought... I thought she'd been one of us. But I was wrong...
Through the fire, I saw her... the weak little lamb... she was the only of us to bear a name. Her name... Dawa... the lamb. We thought... she was weak, like us... she, too, was in hiding. But it was not so... the lamb had merely been lost... just like the chaos beast. Her presence... it was all that soothed him. What smoke... what fire... poured from his jaws... dissipated in the wind. He lowered himself before her, and his rumbling shook the earth... The lamb... Dawa... the great pacifier. She whispered to him, and she kissed him. I lay on the ground and I watched, with hope that I would survive...
It would not end there. From the tunnels, came a great sweeping cold... Ice on the wind... The wind... it picked up, swirling, turning around us. The great bird had burst into the room. On vast wings, he blew the fire away. The chaos beast had forgotten his peace. The bird came down with his talons, breathing ice on the beast who thrashed. Gnashing jaws. They clashed and took to the air, above us. Another had come in after... some elegant monster, I remember... long legs... arms... a gentle face. I was alone. My friends, the ones I could trust, they lay as smoldering ash... in their place, the greater ones... the stronger ones... The ones... meant to watch... but they argued among themselves. Screaming, "No, it is not meant to be this way. Let him have them."
The bird and the beast fought. Hot and cold melded, turning the winds. Fresh and stale, burning, freezing, all the same. A storm picked up around us... and I watched as the chaos beast set the bird alight, and the bird smothered his fire, turning his throat to ice. The fray carried into the air, higher... they danced up... up... into the maw... snarling, shrieking. Below, the gentle-faced bayed for the bird's return... the lamb had fled. I could hear them... and then... a screech... and the beast burst from the maw. He tumbled down and shook the ground with his collision, and he rolled, until he disappeared. Beyond... a wall... beyond my sight... I could hear him still, crashing... until it fell still. And then came the bird... his... a graceful descent... tattered wings, spiraling down... and he landed before the gentle-faced. Though they had fallen... the storm remained. The winds, they raged... perhaps, angry that they had been awoken... angry that they had been left... by their creators... they continued, spinning in the room... eternally roaring against the quiet.
The gentle-faced... tended to the bird... took him away. The lamb, I had seen... slip away... down the walls, after the beast. And I was left alone. I waited... I lay there... in agony... for days. I waited... for the beast to emerge from beyond, and finally take me. But... he never came. The gentle-face, and the bird... too had never returned... I was alone for so long... All I could do... was drag myself from the windy room. The storm, it craved to take me in... but I neglected its pull. I went back... back to the only place that... would offer me sanctuary. Back... to Canis... and I hid. And I slept... I slept in the new quiet... in the dark... and then... I woke... to you."