A Change In The Horizon || The Lost One AU

21. Eight Legacies

"So there are people like the Watchers and the Listeners." A younger Xel had asked long ago. The Convex was yet to be born, and the teacher and the student were discussing who the baby could be blessed by.

Miesall nodded. "Yes, some of them I'm sure you know already, or at least have noticed. Do you care to guess?"

Xelqua hummed as he brought a hand to his chin. He scanned the worlds, looking at all the types of creatures there were. One stuck out immediately to him: "Ender dragons." He said, sure of it as it left his lips.

"Correct!" Miesall exclaimed, his wings flapping a few times in satisfaction. "I figured that you must know— it is a player's honor to slay such a magnificent beast, after all."

Xelqua nodded, recalling the one he had slain with his own two hands. It was the only one he had remembered killing. He moved his hands, almost feeling it's blood dripping down them still. Even now, after all these years and having become a member of a higher species himself, he felt incredible pride deep in his chest recalling it.

"As you know, each dragon had an egg that it is sworn to protect — an heir." Miesall began. "What you may not know is that every adult dragon is the child of Enderllion, the true Dragon. The eggs, therefore, are all her grandchildren. She resides in the True End, raising her children. Whenever a child of Enderllion's comes of age, the dragon is to go into the world her mother made for her. There she has her own child, though the chances of it actually hatching..."

"Can a dragon egg hatch?" Xel asked. He had never seen a baby dragon be born himself, nor heard of such a thing, but Miesall had just implied that it was a possibility of some kind.

"Yes." Miesall replied. "Although, the chance of it happening... it happens once every some thousands of years. Legend says that when that special egg is laid, a player with a Dragon's blessing will come and protect it along with its mother. Only they will know how to hatch it, and when it is born it will trigger an update like no other, changing the universe as we know it."

Xelqua could see it now: a hero in diamond armor, welding a sword. Although his friend hadn't directly said so, he supposed the most likely threat to both the Dragon and its baby were players themselves, seeing as Dragon hunting was a rite of passage. Which would mean... "the baby is that player." He concluded.

The curly-haired Watcher shook his head. "Only if the child is blessed by the Ender Dragons, and even then that is just mere speculation."

"Well then..." the blonde said, placing his elbows on the table of which he sat. "What are the other higher species?"

"Any guesses?"

Xelqua searched on into the worlds, trying to look for creatures that weren't so ordinary. "What about those dark creepy things?" He asked.

"Dark. Creepy. Things?" Salt asked, even more monotone than usual, amusement far from his voice. "There are many dark creepy things. Most people call them monsters, though."

"No! I mean..." Xel began. He stared at one, looking into its form: it was built like a ravager, dark as the rock that surrounded it. An eerie glow came from its chest, spreading throughout the rest of its body. Horns like spires split right out of its skull, a pair that would the average Listener to shame. "The big creatures under bedrock."

Ah, that was much better of a description. "Wardens." Miesall nodded. "The creatures in the deepest depths. No one can reach them unless they find a way to break bedrock itself. It is a good thing too, because the few players that happen to stumble in their pockets of caves rather than The Void all end up obliterated on the spot. Allegedly, their screams are so loud that they can not only kill players, but that the deafness it causes usually follows them through the respawn. If they're particularly unlucky, they might find themselves deaf for life, even."