Topic: What once was lost, now is found

Icer1978

Date: 2009-08-16 10:17 EST
Slipping toward Alexandria, toward a tower she'd been led to, the now hatchling wyvern was still not happy with the dragoness, not in the least, but she knew.., she knew the hatchling spell would come in handy one of these days.

In there.., she eyed the wyvern suspiciously, though climbing the tower stairs, she slid inside.

The sight before her, met with a weeping spirit, bound by chains, mourning.

She had moved the spirit's direction, just as voices, disembodied voices, sounded around them, one familiar, one a fallen, one.., her son.

Zyloh, chains fell away it seemed, just by her touch, all but one, binding spirit to something.

In the background, voices spoke out, things in languages unfamiliar, things of shards, and betrayals.

Narcissa, the spirit had a name, spoken out by disembodied voices, quietly she listened, and drawn closer still, dragoness to what the spirit seemed bound.

Something once lost, something now found, golden body, headless, wingless.., her son.

Voices sang out in the tower, rising and falling in volume, still Narcissa weeped, and she knew what had to be done.

The spell, the one she'd been preparing, for when such a day came.

The morbid search at an end, she found what she had sought, pieces had been tucked carefully into her wingpouch, pieces of one lost.

Carefully, she removed the head, her son's head, placing it where once it had been at the end of the corpses serpentine neck, wings had followed, right and left.

Still the spirit mourned, and she tried to comfort, though it did not seem to help.

Voices still, in the background, she had perhaps tuned them out", or maybe she just didn't hear, her own voice ringing through the tower.

Words.., words simple, but of love, love for a fallen son, what once was whole, shall now be whole again.

Brilliance, a bright flash of light, blinding, she turned her head so as not to hurt her eyes.

There before her, where once one fallen, lay a hatchling, golden in color, a hatchling she new to be her son, Zyloh.

A hatchling with one burnt wing, the spirit seemed to be calming soon, and she had left the pair quietly, wandering outside, she needed some air.

Soon she would return inside, carrying one hatchling, the wyvern that had led her to the tower, she couldn't quite abandon her, even for her despise of wyverns, something told her not to leave her.

The sight met upon, two hatchlings curled together, Zyloh and one other, spirit gone, it had to be, Narcissa.

Scooping up the other two, she turned, and made her way back out of the tower, one more spell, one she'd managed once before, what once was a wyvern, now a crimson dragon hatchling, she couldn't have her mate threatening the young one after all.

Soon, momma was on her way home, cradling three new hatchlings.

Won't her mate be surprised"

{Adapted from live play, and thanks go out to the players of Zyloh and The Bloody wyvern}