This is the tale of a young scholar, of whom is long forgotten for even though his knowledge was preserved. He never had written his name. And so this is his tale:
One day, a young scholar was out shopping in the market for food, since those of his order had to feed themselves. While this scholar was shopping, he overheard two dragon worshippers speaking of a stone tablet that depicted the location of a dragon worshipper temple.
As soon as the Scholar heard this, he went back to his order’s hall. When he got there, he asked the headmaster if he could search for this tablet, and maybe even the temple itself. The headmaster considered this a moment and then said he could.
As soon as the Scholar was packed and dressed appropriately, he went on his way. He journeyed through the cold northlands, ventured through scorching volcanic lands to the east, trudged through the lush forests of the south until he got to the great freezing snowed over desert to the east where he found what he searched for.
The tablet was written in the Draconic tongue. Since The Scholar studied the dragons and their tongue. It read: “The ziggurat is 50 steps to the north.”
“Hey!” A girl’s voice echoed through the cave, coming from the back of the cave. The Scholar jumped, startled, then replied: “Hello. Could thy please show thyself?” Then, a young Lilacter girl around the age of 14 came out of the shadows. She was beautiful, a person made of lilacs brought to life by magic, a dweller of the lush forests of the south. “What is thee doing here and not in the southern forests?”
“I was about to to ask thee a similar question, city-dweller. But my reason for being here is that I too am a scholar, but of a different, less powerful and ancient order than thy’s, and I too seek knowledge.”
“Is it a dragon temple that thee seek? For if it is, then thee may follow, for that is what I seek.”
“Then, thee and I seem share a goal. I shall follow thee.”
“Let us go then, and seek knowledge together.”
So they walked 50 steps north and saw a huge Ziggurat with it's mouth sealed, so the Human and the Lilacter walked up to the sealed door and used what little magics they knew to unseal the ziggurat.
When they entered the ziggurat, they found a cave. They entered the cave and found that the walls were pearlescent. They continued, the scholar leaning somewhat more on his stave. After a few moments, they came to something you might call a clutch of pulsing orange orbs.
The Scholar picked up one of the orbs and discovered that the pulsing was not a heat, but in fact but a glow. The pulse quickened when he touched it, as if it were nervous, then it's pulse slowed, as if it were calming. The Scholar called into the darkness: “Hello, I do not wish to take thy strange and beautiful treasures, only thy memories” A strange, raspy, ancient voice replied: “I know…” Then, the walls seemed to move, they were wings! Then, an old pearlescent white dragon came out of the shadows. “What is the memories thee wish for?”
“I wish for memories and the tales of dragons and their lore.” replied the Scholar.
“I wish for the same.” added the Lilacter.
“Then, that is what thee shall get… but there is one thing I must ask…” the dragon said
“What would you ask?” the Scholar said eagerly.
“I would ask that you, human, select one of my eggs, like the one you are holding and show it the world.” the dragon said.
“I shall do this then.” the Scholar said “I will choose this one.”
“Take good care of it.” the dragon then went on to recount the history of the dragons, all the way the Scholar and the Lilacter were taking notes in their journals.
Four days later, the dragon had finished recounting the history of the dragons, and the two scholars had filled their journals.
“I thank thee greatly.” said the Scholar gratefully.
“Yes, I do as well.” said the Lilacter.
“There is no need to thank me, for this is the only way my people will live on. I am dying... Please, if thee were to give me my final rites...” the dragon replied.
“I will.” said the Scholar.
“As will I.” said the Lilacter.
“There are many thing in life that you have done, both good and bad, but above all thou preserved thy race.” the two scholars intoned.
“You have taught the other races the stories of the dragons.” the Scholar said.
“I have… but one last wish. Boy, come hither… take one of my eggs… show it the world… That is my last wish… Thank you both…” the dragon breathed her last breath, and was gone.
“May the Goddess Tree guide your noble soul.” the Lilactor girl breathed.
“May The Light Goddess welcome you with open arms.” the Scholar said.
“May The Mother Drakon open the gates of Drakonia herself for your soul.” they intoned harmoniously.
The Scholar turned to the Lilactor girl and said “If you wish to follow us, girl, you may.”
“In that case, dear scholar, I will.”
“What is your name, then.”
“I am Khana, initiate scholar of the Order Of Light. I am from the great City Of Trees.”
“I am from the Order Of The Light Goddess, in Castelstonia.” the Scholar revealed as he turned to the exit.
As he walked out of the temple and into the world, he said to the egg, now bound to the top of his stave, “It is time for me to see the world, without my order’s restrictions.” And somewhere in the back of his mind he heard it reply: “And I will be with you the entire time, father.”
