Prologue
“Honey, it is time to wake up! We got you the most divine present.” The sweet voice of my mother pulls me away from my deep sleep. I open my eyes slowly and light consumes my sight immediately. I wail, rubbing my eyes in attempt to take away the pain.
“Reany, get up! It is your special day. Wake up!” My dad softly whispers to my ear. I open my eyes once again; this time my eyes adjust to the light, and I see the yearning faces of my parents, mother on the left side and father on the right. I hear something, a whine of some sort in a distance. I look around. I see the fine leaves of the huge nest I lay on, the sunlight going into every single hole in the spherical vine covered space I am in, and then something catches my eye, it was flying around, obviously very happy. It notices my being awake and lands on my nest.
“Mother, father, you should not have!” I yelp in joy, hugging the creature.
“But of course, it is your day is it not? The day you will know what your purpose in life is!” Mother says clapping happily.
“Thank you.” I say with a warm smile. It starts licking me with its tongue. This day cannot get any better.
“What will you name it?” Father asks. I observe its fine white scales with blue and black markings, and gorgeous white wings that have some sort of smoke looking design—grey, of course. I think for a minute and say, “Lureck”.
“What? Why that name honey?” They both laugh, their laughter filling up the whole spherical area.
“Well, I just combined the words ‘blue’, ‘black’, and ‘grey’…”I say. Why were they laughing? It is a reasonable enough name.
“Okay, whatever you say. Just dress up, clean him up and get ready.” Father says. They go outside of my den.
I step out of my nest and my clothes disintegrate off me and appear again on me in a new form of a beige dress with gold linings, black strappy sandals for only a split second. With my hair fixed, I start to walk outside the chamber, towards the stairs. Lureck growls softly, as to not scare me, but to inform me that he is awaiting my orders. I almost forgot about him. I do a hand gesture signaling him to come to me and he does what is told.
His markings told me that he was of the powerful kind, so complex; so unique. The hazel brown eyes of his stare right at me as he walks towards me. He is as big as me, but I know someday he will be five times bigger than me. I am only as tall as the average thirteen year-old, for I am in fact thirteen; the age of the choosing.
I go outside, down the spiral stairs, and after a few minutes I finally reach the green covered soil. I chose the den with the best view, so therefore I have the biggest consequence. The higher the den, the longer time you spend going down the stairs. But no matter, I have Lureck now. I will be able to fly down and back soon enough after we train. I look up and admire the view. Tons of spherical rooms hang above me, each hanging from a single vine, the same vine that make up the dens. The type of vine can withhold anything, perfect for house making. The stairs though, are made out of long twigs. Each family has a tree in which your houses can hang on. You can see the effort put in to everything here in Variqua. Everything with such detail and intricacy, one would think that they were made by mother nature herself.
I walk towards my best friend’s tree. Before even touching the stairs of his den, a bundle of my favorite type of flower greet me from above. They are red, blooming and you can smell them from miles away. He hangs from one of the many vines that scatter around the houses.
There are about four ways in which you could go down from your den. Jump and hope you won’t die (Of course we won’t, there are specific ways in which we can die. We are hard to kill. It would be painful though.), ride on your dragon, go down the stairs or choose to slide down the vine. He hangs there, waiting for me to get the flowers.
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Variqua; Rise of the New Leaders
FantasyLife has its ups and downs. That is what most people say. I say, “Live then die.” Well, that IS also one of the things most people say. Where am I going at this? Ugh, never mind. My name is Rean. Pronounced as “Reen”, but spelt differently. And I am...