A woman stood at the peak of a mountain, looking down at the land below. The land that she created, the land that is being overrun. Her graceful figure exuded calmness and serenity, but that was, in fact the complete opposite of what she was feeling right now.
“Of course he would do this,” she muttered to herself, “He’s Arshur, why wouldn't he? And just when I thought…” She shook her head, exasperated. She could just faintly hear the shrieks of uncontrollable laughter the demons made as they decimated her land. “Even their laughs are ugly.”
The woman sighed for the umpteenth time, wishing she could do something, anything, to save this land she loved so much, and not have it Blackened like the last one… She gasped and looked up, determination and creativity flashing in her golden eyes. “I am Talaur, Goddess of Creativity, of course I can do something!” She leaped up into the air, the wind supporting her in flight. Tala dashed around the countryside, placing bundles in hideaway places, so they wouldn’t be discovered quickly. She sang a small rhyme to herself as she worked. “One of Earth, one of Fire, more of anything I desire. They will save this world that’s torn, I shall call them: DragonBorn!” Tala chuckled, praising herself on yet another masterpiece. “I shall keep a couple together, so they might become good friends!” She placed 6 eggs together in an abandoned cave and waved her hands. With a woosh, 6 little biomes appeared, joining together at the center, where the eggs lay.
One was a fairly heavy egg that blended in with the dusty golden sand biome that surrounded it. It was a creamy white with dots of a golden sandy color. Despite its obvious weight, it seemed as though it were floating on to of the sand it rested on. Interesting… Tala thought. She raised her hand and the temperature within the sand biome increased. The egg trembled and the shell quickly transformed into a shiny silver. Tala smiled faintly as she turned to the other eggs.
This one was in a biome of tall grass and wildflowers, a soft breeze constantly moving the grass in a calming rhythm. This egg was actually floating, the tips of the grass barely scraping the bottom. It faded into 3 colors: green to blue to yellow, and had silver specks in random places. Tala summoned a gust of wind in the biome and the egg spun lazily, seeming to enjoy it.
Another egg was placed in a biome of complete darkness. It was like a curtain, letting no light penetrate. Somewhere, submerged in the blackness, Tala knew there was a midnight black egg with small white flecks placed sparsely throughout the surface. Unbeknownst to her, the egg seemed to breathe, absorbing the darkness, gaining nourishment from it. Tala sighed, and moved onto the next egg.
This one was resting on the peak of a tiny mountain, about waist height. Dark thunderclouds hovered over the biome, rumbling ominously. Occasionally, a streak of lightning would shoot out from the clouds and strike the deep blue egg, the brighter blue swirls seeming to absorb the static. Over time, the golden specks started to glow with energy, almost crackle with it. Tala chuckled. “That one’s going to be a handful..” She muttered, turning to the last two eggs.
One egg was rolling around in a mini-blizzard biome. Surprisingly, the egg was clattering around noisily, unlike the others who seemed to absorb the characteristics of their biome. A thin layer of frost appeared from time to time, only to be blown away to join the snowy gale. The shell was hard as ice but probably had a soft inside, protecting itself from the damage. The shell itself was mesmerizing, to say the least. The navy blue with the tiny silver glints… It looked a lot like the night sky...
The last and final egg was sitting on the floor of the cave, no biome to surround it. It didn't require anything to grow beside the passage of time. It sat there calmly, slightly hidden with the darkness of the cave, the black smoothness of the shell interrupted sporadically by spats of dark blue and crimson. It rocked slightly back and forth, rhythmically, And Tala nodded in satisfaction, turning towards the cave entrance. She waved her hands and muttered an incantation, and a wall of stone blocked off the opening. Not an actual wall of stone, mind you, an illusion.
“That will keep them safe until they're old enough.” She took one last look behind her, smiling sadly. “When you hatch, my beautiful DragonBorn, I will take delight in watching you grow up and saving the world. Farewell.” She stepped out of the cave and flew up, back to her mountain, to watch the story unfold.
“Search wherever that witch has been,” Arshur ordered, his fiery crimson eyes blazing with hatred and fury. “I want to know what she was doing, and if she left anything, bring some back.” As his demons scurried about to carry out his orders, his body turned to face the mountain, and he smiled maniacally. “Sister dearest, I await your retaliation with glee. It will make my destruction of your land all the quicker.” His cruel laugh echoed, and the ugly shrieks of the demons joined in.
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