Deep in a large cave, at least a hundred large eggs lay nested. Large in size with magnificent patterns of color flaring across the shells. Yet further into the caves, one egg the color of the darkest blue lays isolated, wrapped in soft moss and nested in a bundle of leaves. Elder Dragons surrounded the egg, whispering in hushed urgent voices. It was believed that a beast of great power and silver eyes would hatch out of one such egg. But when the egg finally cracked some were disappointed at the scrawny hatchling that emerged. Sure, the young thing had silver eyes. But it hardly looked as if it were a Dragon, it looked more of a Wyvern cub with front legs. An elderly Dragon stepped forward and pressed one of his talons to the hatchlings forehead.
"Dragons of old, she has arrived." He spoke in a raspy voice and the other Dragons soon approached when the elder gave his approval. All eyes soon gazed down at the lump of night blue scales, once more the elder spoke.
"There will be one, born
With the moon in their
Eyes and scales the color
Of the deepest night. There
Will be one, born with
Mighty power in their
Heart. There will be one,
Born to lead us through
The coming darkness.
There will be one, who
Will imprison us, free us.
And save us from the wings
Of cold."
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Blood Of Pryderi
FantasíaEradon may have it's own Legends, but what about the ancient Dragons of Pryderi that once ruled Eradon? They have a story too, so why not delve into the tale of the ancients who are believed to be long dead.
