The Origins of Anusa

Chapter 5: The tails of the past

(Sorry for the uneven chapters. It's to make the story not be extremely choppy.)  

"A long time ago, I do not remember exactly when. In the Mountains of Doom there is a valley called Ontia, that is where all known dragons come from. Which is where we are right now. The humans named the mountains for the deadly creatures in them, but the valley is unknown to them. Ontia is named after the first dragon. In Ontia, every equinox a new 'egg', or eggs, pops up from the ground. Dragon eggs are basically magical rocks that if cared for the right way hatches a dragon. If you care for it differently hippogriffs hatch, sphinxes, pegasus, and other so-called 'mythical' winged creatures.

"One day, a troll came walking into the valley to see these rocks moving around the valley all haphazardly. So, the troll, who was named Gimma, walked up to an egg and took it to where the other trolls were. Gimma's group consisted of four trolls Dimma, Demmo, Lima, and her. Gimma told them about this mystic rocks that rolled and rocked around the valley, so each of the others grabbed an egg and started to take care of it. Gimma made sure that it was always warm, Dimma made sure it had lots of love, Demmo made sure it had lots of stories and tales, and Lima made sure that it always had a bed made of plants.

"After a while, the eggs hatched, each one different. Gimma's hatched a dragon, Ontia. Dimma's hatched a hippogriff, Glito. Demmo's hatched a sphinx, Hitda. and Lima's hatched a pegasus, Ridopa. They took great care of them and they grew and learned the tale of their birth and took it upon themselves to hatch more. Gimma had the idea of hatching them differently and the eggs produced some many different creatures, but all of them besides the dragons could use their magic to create more without the eggs. So, the creatures agreed to give the magical eggs to the dragons so they do not die off.

"Ontia, after a while, started to grow ill, but one of the dragons, Gretto, came up and told the idea of a completely magical dragon. Ontia hated this idea and told Gretto to not continue this idea. Gretto, who was foolish enough to continue this idea took his young, magical dragon to Ontia. Gretto showed the dragon to Ontia, but she banished him to the humans' land. Ontia turned him into a human with the magic of the Crystal Lake before sending him off. Ontia told her subjects to train this dragon to not know of her powers and to have her rule the dragons when she is older like I have done. She appointed her second in command, Ipota, to teach and rule her subjects until she is old enough. That night Ontia died and Ipota took over. He cared for me like a father.

"After a while, the dragons started to revolt at the mention of the complete magical child being their leader. So, Ipota sent the child away to the humans. Ipota gave the child to a friend of his. That friend was a wizard, who agreed to care for the that young child. Ipota did not know that this human knew magic. That child was named by the wizard and that wizard was named Wizon Ward.

" Mr. Ward was a nice guy, but he was a bit strange. He lived in a small, spacious cottage in the so-called 'sacred' woods. A village was not that far away from his cottage. The village was a small farming village with a small inn, and a market street, with a few stall. The houses were spaced a bit apart with gaps between to let child deliver news quicker for their parents to the neighbors. The fathers worked in the field sunrise to noon and then, went home to do projects and stuff, while the mothers and children worked around the house all day.

"Mr. Ward's cottage was cozy, with a nice size fireplace that was lit consistently with a large, black pot above it, normally always bubbling. There was a small bedroom near the back of the house that Mr. Ward spent most of his days that were not spent in front of the pot. The house was hard for me to live in, it was cramped for a growing dragon, even if I was smaller than most other dragons.

"After a day or so, I got really bored, so I went out and learned how to fly. It was quite easy to learn. I had the instinct of flying in me and with a bit of magic I learned quickly. Also, I learned how to do the odd bit of magic and to control my bursts of fire. Mr. Ward took me a few times to the town I got to meet the mayor, Mr. Manson. Mr. Manson was a mean looking, squat fellow with a pudgy nose. Mr. Manson was nice enough, but I still thought that he would get me in trouble if I made just a tiny, little mistake.