Winds of another time seemed to float over the desolated and barren snowy mountaintops of the Silver Shade. The large talons of a dragon groped in the darkness, seeking purchase in the damp, snow covered soil that seemed to trail on for miles in the distance. This was the end, the end of his kingdom, Felled Crosseria threw his head back and roared in despair. It was not supposed to end this way...his Praxis was long dead, body destroyed by enemies immeasurable. He was broken but not not defeated, he could never hope to muster up enough strength to push forth the egg that was slowly being absorbed by his dying body. Instead, he chose to let his inner magics swirl inside him and with the last of his power, he let it take hold.
The babe would be blood born, a sacred and forbidden, fatal ritual. He was already dying, he, who had nothing more to loose, save the joy of watching his child and grandchildren and great grandchildren and so on grow into dragonhood. The wound in his side was throbbing, the ice cold air dug into the torn and bruised flesh like so many rabid beasts. He could walk no further, his large light eyes shone in the depth of the darkness and from that which spilled forth from the wound in his side, a tiny grey dragon was born, {Rainis Croseizia....} he weakly reached down to pet the young dragonling before his eyes closed for the final time. The king was dead.
The little dragon pressed his forehead against that of the fallen king, the golden hue of the rulers feathered scales seeped into the dirt matted and blood covered scales of the young dragon. The baby's eyes opened wide to reveal the floating meteorite silver of the next king of Divine Aga, as the gold flowed from his mothers scales and settled into his. The old king's eyes turned to gold meteorites which flowed even in his now deceased state, his scales the deep silver of his true people, the Silver Dragons, he, before Rainos' birth along with his mate had been the last of the silver dragons. Their elder children, God and Vain were out exploring the world. His last breath had been one of peace as he knew everything would be alright; his legacy would live on.
The scrolls next to the throne of Divine Aga, glowed a bright gold, Maraget Ulfur a maid in the castle, saw this and ran to get the duke. The duke Alastair Woodforde, ran a hand over his already slicked back hair. "You dragons and your...royal works", he scoffed flipping his rose engraved zippo lighter in his hand, flicking it open and closed. "the next king has been born! our kingdom is saved! our 'royal works' are providing your paycheck! now now now go get the Chain Bloods! we must retrive the little prince!"
The Chain Bloods were the name for the elite in Felled I's army of fiercely loyal dragons. Only those with undying and unwavering trust from the king earned such a title. Each received a tattoo on the sides of their faces that led down their right arms and stopped at each claw. The symbol of a chain, a single blood smear upon it, embedded in many layered inks upon their arms. The six stood, in their human forms, before the Duke of Rose Manor, each with a different item strapped to their person for transport of the newborn king. "We are ready to leave when you are", Jun, a newer member spoke up first. Alastair nodded, taking the scroll from beside the larger of the two thrones. "If your High King Praxis were here, would he be joyful at this revelation? or in mourning over the loss of his mate?", Maraget sighed sadly, her copper brown eyes teared up slightly at the thought of the High King. "He died protecting the Lord Felled, still heavy in the blood with their single egg. as we dragons of Divine Aga can have any gender, and it is required within the royal courts all whom reside within are of both genders, the royal...the royal...", she trailed off, covering her face with her hands. Alastair put a hand to the dark haired girls shoulder. "The royal?", She looked up at him through her tears. "The royal nest was being constructed at time of the invasion...the King had just finished the base, the newborn was not due another few weeks...", He nodded and said no more; Instead, he turned to the warriors. "Lets go."
