Ceyklor is a nobody; an orphaned dragonlet with a bleak future. However, with magic powers that are spiraling quickly out of control and enemies who seem to think he's part god, Ceyklor embarks on a quest to rescue the Shadow Oracle: the only one wh...
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(Ceyklor - credit: art by Fateless Knight, character design by Milkywolf Z)
CEYKLOR WAS STEPPING SOMEPLACE THAT NO ONE ought to ever step, beckoned by a voice that filled his head like a melody.
As if in a trance, the young dragon put one foot in front of the other, the world beneath his feet rippling like a leaf landing softly on still water. This dark world he found himself in, blank as ink and filled with armies of stars, seemed to stretch on forever in all directions. Ceyklor was alone, but he didn't feel like he was. The feeling inside of him was showing him the way he should go.
As if sensing his presence, dark clouds bubbled up before him, solemn guards that refused to let him pass. They flashed with electricity that made the hair along Ceyklor's neck crackle and stick up.
The dragonlet was not intimidated; rather, he lowered his head and kept walking, straight through the storm. The darkness swallowed him up, closing around him like a pair of lips. He saw nothing, and he paused, briefly, to take a breath, and closed his eyes.
"It's you." the voice was rich, and vibrated through Ceyklor's entire body from his chest to the tips of his feathered wings. "I never thought you'd find this place so soon."
Ceyklor opened his eyes and he was suddenly Elsewhere, in a sun-soaked field full of green grass and bordered by cherry trees with bright pink petals that brushed his cheeks. The sky was purple and blue and bathed the speaker in colorful shadows.
The dragon before Ceyklor had scales the color of an angry sea, with violent grays and blues clashing like thunder as they rippled across his powerful shoulders and large wings, which he held curled around himself like a throne. His eyes sparkled like lightning.
Ceyklor took a tentative step forward. "You've been calling me." he said, softly. "Who... are you?"
The powerful, stormy dragon turned his gaze skyward, and closed his eyes. The wind picked up around them, and Ceyklor pulled his wings in closer to his shoulders.
"Answers will come soon enough, young one." the dragon rumbled. "But it's still too early. You are not ready... for this burden."
"What burden?" Ceyklor walked closer to the storm king, desperate for answers. The blossoms swirled around his steps like awakened butterflies. "Why have you been calling me if I'm not ready?"
The storm king turned back towards Ceyklor quickly, so that their snouts were practically touching. Ceyklor could feel the hot breath on his face, and he cowered slightly.
The king's eyes lit up brighter, but Ceyklor could not pull himself away. "Prepare yourself, storm-heart. You will not have forever."
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Ceyklor woke with a start, his chest heavy. He gasped for air, his body trembling, and fumbled for the light generator beside his mattress. Reddish light filled the room, illuminating Ceyklor's pale blue-gray scales with an eerie glow.
