Sister Dragon
Posted: 30 Dec 2016, 22:22
This is the story of CrystalSpirit and how her world changed for ever.
Apologies, this may get a little dark, but I promise it gets better! Enjoy!
Part 1: prologue:
Once, In a village, In a barbaric archipelago, a young mother was giving birth to her first child. A beautiful
baby girl with strawberry blonde hair with a single white white streak running down the left side. Her eyes were a deep crystal blue, from which she earned her name, Crystal. The village celebrated their newest member joyfully. However, their joy was not to last. For only three years later the dragon raids started. On one such night, the battle was more fierce than it had ever been. An unlucky rival viking clan also attacked thinking the dragon raid would give them perfect cover. They were wrong, as soon as the dragons caught sight of them, they also came under attack. The dragons burned everything, not one person was left breathing. Save one lone figure fleeing through the woods carrying a precious cargo. The young mother stopped and listened for any sign they were being followed. Behind them, she could hear the faint sounds of wing beats. She looked all around for a safe place to go, but all she found was a hollowed out tree. It was only big enough for one, Crystal. She Lowered the little girl into the tree. "Stay here, little one," she softly cooed to her daughter, "I will be back for you, I promise."
After making sure Crystal would be safe, the good mother turned her attention to a group of dragons heading directly for her. She had to lead them away. She ran as fast as she could, leading them safely away from the hollow tree. As she ran, a nadder took aim. He released his spine and it hit its mark. The good mother fell to her knees, racked with pain. As she breathed her last breath, she prayed to Thor that her Crystal would be found and taken care of.
In the hollow of the tree, safely hidden from evil eyes, little Crystal waited. She was tired and scared.
After some time, her eye lids grew heavy and she drifted to sleep. When she awoke, the world was quiet and smelled of smoke. Timidly, Crystal made her way out of the hollow tree. "Mommy?" she called, looking around in all directions. But, her mother was no where in sight. Suddenly, a blue Deadly Nadder came out of the woods, followed closely by her own orange colored baby nadder.
Crystal was terrified. 'Did these things hurt mommy?' she thought, 'will they hurt me?'
Slowly, the mother nadder, whose name was SwiftGlider, moved toward the little girl. She looked her over carefully. The girl was no threat, just some lost hatchling. SwiftGlider looked around, but saw no others of the hatchlings kind. They were probably wiped out in the raid.
Crystal watched the nadder closely, then she noticed the little orange nadder. It apparently noticed her two because it slowly made its way toward her. 'A little one like me!' she thought as she slowly held out her hand toward it. The little nadder hesitated, then nuzzled the girls hand. 'Oh' thought SwiftGlider, 'it looks as though she has the spirit of a dragon or SpitFire would never have trusted her.' SwiftGlider lowered her nose to the hatchling, who timidly held out her hand. 'This hatchling will need someone to look after her,' SwiftGlider thought,' I will raise her with my own, and she will be called CrystalSpirit, for her eyes are of crystal and her spirit is strong.'
END PROLOGUE.
Apologies, this may get a little dark, but I promise it gets better! Enjoy!
Part 1: prologue:
Once, In a village, In a barbaric archipelago, a young mother was giving birth to her first child. A beautiful
baby girl with strawberry blonde hair with a single white white streak running down the left side. Her eyes were a deep crystal blue, from which she earned her name, Crystal. The village celebrated their newest member joyfully. However, their joy was not to last. For only three years later the dragon raids started. On one such night, the battle was more fierce than it had ever been. An unlucky rival viking clan also attacked thinking the dragon raid would give them perfect cover. They were wrong, as soon as the dragons caught sight of them, they also came under attack. The dragons burned everything, not one person was left breathing. Save one lone figure fleeing through the woods carrying a precious cargo. The young mother stopped and listened for any sign they were being followed. Behind them, she could hear the faint sounds of wing beats. She looked all around for a safe place to go, but all she found was a hollowed out tree. It was only big enough for one, Crystal. She Lowered the little girl into the tree. "Stay here, little one," she softly cooed to her daughter, "I will be back for you, I promise."
After making sure Crystal would be safe, the good mother turned her attention to a group of dragons heading directly for her. She had to lead them away. She ran as fast as she could, leading them safely away from the hollow tree. As she ran, a nadder took aim. He released his spine and it hit its mark. The good mother fell to her knees, racked with pain. As she breathed her last breath, she prayed to Thor that her Crystal would be found and taken care of.
In the hollow of the tree, safely hidden from evil eyes, little Crystal waited. She was tired and scared.
After some time, her eye lids grew heavy and she drifted to sleep. When she awoke, the world was quiet and smelled of smoke. Timidly, Crystal made her way out of the hollow tree. "Mommy?" she called, looking around in all directions. But, her mother was no where in sight. Suddenly, a blue Deadly Nadder came out of the woods, followed closely by her own orange colored baby nadder.
Crystal was terrified. 'Did these things hurt mommy?' she thought, 'will they hurt me?'
Slowly, the mother nadder, whose name was SwiftGlider, moved toward the little girl. She looked her over carefully. The girl was no threat, just some lost hatchling. SwiftGlider looked around, but saw no others of the hatchlings kind. They were probably wiped out in the raid.
Crystal watched the nadder closely, then she noticed the little orange nadder. It apparently noticed her two because it slowly made its way toward her. 'A little one like me!' she thought as she slowly held out her hand toward it. The little nadder hesitated, then nuzzled the girls hand. 'Oh' thought SwiftGlider, 'it looks as though she has the spirit of a dragon or SpitFire would never have trusted her.' SwiftGlider lowered her nose to the hatchling, who timidly held out her hand. 'This hatchling will need someone to look after her,' SwiftGlider thought,' I will raise her with my own, and she will be called CrystalSpirit, for her eyes are of crystal and her spirit is strong.'
END PROLOGUE.