Drakon stood there, eyes watching the dragon eggs like a hawk. The eggs were warm to the touch. They still were being protected by fire that would soon fade. If the dragon eggs were going to survive, then Drakon needed to find a way to keep them warm. Constant fires and constant warmth. This moment sat here with him. The image of mere stories from childhood. His father speaks of his family's lost tradition. The ability to ride among dragons into battle. He heard stories of mighty warriors from his ancestors but somehow along the way the tradition had been lost. His father had talked about it briefly but Drakon knew he was always searching for the lost teachings.
He sat down near the cluster of dragon eggs and turned to Adra. Drakon had no idea how he was going to do this but something deep within himself told him he had to. The vision drew him to it. His seer abilities were wild and chaotic and he never had enough training with his mother on the ability. Looking up to the ceiling, pondering if there were truly a god out there that would guide him through this. He was never religious but at this moment, he prayed to himself.
Taking a breath, he finally found the energy to speak.
[color=#008e02]"There were once legends...no not legends....stories from my family....long ago....lost in translation. The sensation of flight and power. Working together as one with dragons. We respect each other and rode alongside them in battle. My bloodline was once mighty warriors who found a way to work in tandem with the dragons. This is where the term Dragon Knight comes from...but somehow the history was lost. The tradition was lost. As if it was wiped from reality." [/color]
Pause. Silence filled the air.
[color=#008e02]"I have to save them. This is my chance to prove to my father that I can be a Dragon Knight like him. Bring back the legends of old. To reclaim our family's rite. Maybe use this to help reclaim our city....Lak...Adra....I know your orders are with my father....but I beg of you to see me through this...then I will do what you say....I won't leave or try to escape....even stop looking for...." [/color]His words were desperate. As if he was beseeching his protector. Convincing him to just do this thing for Drakon. Even if it meant sacrificing his search for Ezra. As much hope Drakon had to find Ezra, it got him into dangerous situations. If Ezra was still out there, maybe one day he would find him. Hope was still there but fading slowly. A slow path of water flowed down Drakon's cheek. The thought of losing Ezra after finally hearing whispers of his return was hard for Drakon to handle. But what was important now, was to shift his attention to something more important. These Dragon eggs.
[color=#008e02]"Maybe we can seek out Meg....or find someone with answers. I've heard rumors through cities we have passed. The witch of the wilds....the power to ward an entire city from darkspawn....maybe she will know someone who would know....I know this is a lot to ask of you...but please I beg of you....do this for me....I promise I will give you all the praise you need to my father....I'm sure he will promote your rank....." [/color]
He sat down near the cluster of dragon eggs and turned to Adra. Drakon had no idea how he was going to do this but something deep within himself told him he had to. The vision drew him to it. His seer abilities were wild and chaotic and he never had enough training with his mother on the ability. Looking up to the ceiling, pondering if there were truly a god out there that would guide him through this. He was never religious but at this moment, he prayed to himself.
Taking a breath, he finally found the energy to speak.
[color=#008e02]"There were once legends...no not legends....stories from my family....long ago....lost in translation. The sensation of flight and power. Working together as one with dragons. We respect each other and rode alongside them in battle. My bloodline was once mighty warriors who found a way to work in tandem with the dragons. This is where the term Dragon Knight comes from...but somehow the history was lost. The tradition was lost. As if it was wiped from reality." [/color]
Pause. Silence filled the air.
[color=#008e02]"I have to save them. This is my chance to prove to my father that I can be a Dragon Knight like him. Bring back the legends of old. To reclaim our family's rite. Maybe use this to help reclaim our city....Lak...Adra....I know your orders are with my father....but I beg of you to see me through this...then I will do what you say....I won't leave or try to escape....even stop looking for...." [/color]His words were desperate. As if he was beseeching his protector. Convincing him to just do this thing for Drakon. Even if it meant sacrificing his search for Ezra. As much hope Drakon had to find Ezra, it got him into dangerous situations. If Ezra was still out there, maybe one day he would find him. Hope was still there but fading slowly. A slow path of water flowed down Drakon's cheek. The thought of losing Ezra after finally hearing whispers of his return was hard for Drakon to handle. But what was important now, was to shift his attention to something more important. These Dragon eggs.
[color=#008e02]"Maybe we can seek out Meg....or find someone with answers. I've heard rumors through cities we have passed. The witch of the wilds....the power to ward an entire city from darkspawn....maybe she will know someone who would know....I know this is a lot to ask of you...but please I beg of you....do this for me....I promise I will give you all the praise you need to my father....I'm sure he will promote your rank....." [/color]
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