Somewhere is the deep, vast place we call space, hundreds of thousands of light years away from earth there is a planet called Xelous. On top there maybe water and plants but directly underneath is nothing but crystal. It is proven by the many mountains that jut from the surface. There are hundreds of different type of creatures that inhabit this relatively small planet... But we're going to focus of n a select few known as the Wyrmvyren. Right now there are a total of six different races that stem from the same genetic code. All but one race call themselves Wyrmvyren. The five that do share almost no differences except color and powers. The last race, a race that has been exiled and treated as monsters for millions of years are called the Chymaera. They treat them as monsters for a few reasons... One being that some of them don't even look like Wyrmvyren. All Chymaera have their DNA mixed with the other creatures of the planet. All of the Wyrmvyren, excluding Chymaera of course, formed an alliance, a new government known as The Order. Their goal? As the name implies, to bring total order to the planet, which includes completely eradicating all Chymaera living on the planet. While the Wyrmvyren live in practical paradise, the Chymaera live in a state of poverty essentially. They don't love I'm grand cities but tiny towns and villages, remaining scattered as to not allow the Wyrmvyren an easy way to take everyone put in one fell swoop. As it stands, the Chymaera are struggling to even stay alive in the war. However... That will all change soon..
This story will now focus on one particular Chymaera... One who doesn't even know he is one yet.
In one of the capital cities known as Rox'shar, today many new Wyrmvyren are being born in a hatchery. The leader of the city being present to not only witness this event which he does roughly seventy percent of the time, but witness his child he born as well. He stood outside in the visitors room as he looked out at the room full of eggs. His wife was standing next to him, somewhat dwarfed by the sheer size of the midnight blue Wyrmvyren. He stood nearly twenty feet tall, fins on his elbows and what looked poke a dorsal fin going along the back of his neck. His eyes were a pale red and he had what looked like feathers on the top of his head. He was well built, a broad chest and every muscle on his body was well toned. He was the picture of strength. His wife on the other hand stood only at ten feet five inches. She was also blue but a brighter blue than the male, a navy blue. Here eyes were a bright emerald. She also had feathers on her head but much more, covering her entire head, a few patches were on her torso. She had no fins but her fingers and toes were slightly webbed and she had spikes coming from her elbows instead. She wasn't exactly the most endowed female on the planet but she also had a fairly big set of breasts that she held up with her arms as she stood there with arms crossed. Even though she was much smaller than the male her body language shouted "don't mess with me." She had a look that could probably make most men tremble. Both of the Wyrmvyren had a long, slender tail, however the male's tail ended not in a point but a fin like a shark. The female's tail didn't exactly taper off completely, at the end it actually got thicker, making it look like her tail could be used as a club.
"So... Its finally time... It felt like a whole millennia passed but it was only ten years." The female said as she looked out, staring at the aquamarine egg that was hers.
"Indeed... I feel the same way Sah'shara. This moment couldn't come fast enough." The make said, a smirk on his face. He looked completely calm but his tail said otherwise as it swished around, showing his anxious and nervous demeanor. His wife couldn't keep completely composed either, her arms trembled a bit, but it was somewhat hidden underneath her breasts.
"To think... Our child will be able to grow up and became a powerful leader like you Foh'cora." Sah'shara stated.
"No... He will be an even better leader... He must. After all... He will be groomed to be the next leader in The Order for us, the Aquil-ra. I can practically see it!" Foh'cora practically shouted, showing that he couldn't easily keep cool under these conditions... After all he was going to be a father and this child would be his heir. The entire room went quiet from his outburst though, the quiet didn't last long as the clock in the room chimed, telling everyone that hatching should begin soon for the oldest egg. Some had a few few minutes, some days before they would hatch, but most of the people the room were willing to wait since they were excused from their jobs for it.
"Just about another ten minutes now." Sah'shara commented. Foh'cora didn't answer, intensely stating at the egg his child was in. It seemed like he was trying to will his offspring to burst out from the egg. His wife could see that and chuckled a bit as she nudged him.
"Hey... No helping the kid now... He is strong like you remember?" she said jokingly. It broke Foh'cora's gaze for a second as he looked at her and smirked again.
"Yeah... Yeah you're right. I bet he'll bust out of that shell in one go!" He boasted, a hearty laugh coming from him as he looked back at the egg. "After all... Look at who his parents are! Foh'cora and Sah'shara. The Pressuring Abyss and The Echoing Typhoon! Just our names alone speak power... And so will his once we give it to him," he went on to say. He seemed much calmer now though, even more confident than he was an hour ago. Seeing her husband standing there, in all his glory relieved her a bit, helping her relax a bit as well. If he could be that confident and calm than so could she.
"Indeed... He will be an excellent example of the combination of your brawn and my brains," she boasted with him. Before either could say more the clock chimed again much louder than before, signalling that now is the approximate time the hatching would begin. Sure enough cracking could be heard coming from the speakers. The sound of eggs hatching. Soon, one by one the eggs started to hatch. One minute... Two minutes... Five... Time continued to go at a crawl for the duo as they watched the others eggs hatch but their child was still unmoving. As soon as Foh'cora was going to say something, the entire egg cracked, soon crumbling around itself as their child could now be seen. About a foot tall, a curled up hatchling could be seen. However, they were slightly shocked at the coloration. It was black. Black with a white torso. Tiny stubs that would soon grow to be horns were growing on the side of its head, a blood red color. His tail was black as well with a white underside, ending perfectly in a tapered off point. He had two toes, all ending in claws. However the claw on the inside of each foot was much larger than the other. Along his heel there was another small claw jutting from it.
"Wh... Why is it... Not blue...?" Sah'shara studdered.
"He... Shares none of our features!" Foh'cora almost shouted. The two of them stared on disbelief. What started to shock them more was that the hatchling wastes no time in crawling around, he did not even cry out like most of the other hatchlings.
"What... What is going on here..." Sah'shara said dumbfounded. She couldn't even be impressed with the fact that their supposed offspring was acting much differently than the other ninety five percent of the new hatchlings. Foh'cora on the other hand was impressed enough to disregard the physical features the child had.
"Let... Let's not worry too much dear... Let's just watch and see what he does." He said, making his mate look at him I'm shock.
"Are you serious!? That can't be..." She started to retort before being cut off.
"Looks mean nothing! Its what he can do and will do that I care about!" He snapped, making Sah'shara go silent immediately. She nodded and looked back at their child. The new hatchling had crawled over to another one and sat down next to it, causing the other one to look at him. Their child "spoke" to the other one, moving his arms a bit, the other one of course responding in the same nature.
"Bold... Not afraid to go up to others.... Talking about what he wants," Foh'cora mused. Sah'shara remained silent, not wanting to speak against her mate. After almost a minute, their child scooted closer and hugged the other quickly before crawling away.
"Compassion... Not exactly a trait in care for... But a good leader must show it to win over his followers... I'll have to try to fix that," Foh'cora mused again. The next hatchling their offspring went off too seemed to ignore him. That's when Foh'cora saw something that shocked him. His child pulled the other to look at him before pushing him down, making the other cry. It looked like his child was speaking down to him until he went over and put a hand on the other one, then looking like he was trying to condole the other.
"Strength... Not afraid to go for what he wants... He knows when hr goes too far though... He knows what a limit and mercy are... He's perfect," the father mused one more, a huge grin appearing on his face. It had only been half an hour since hatching started and already Foh'cora looked at his child as if it was the best thing in the world. Foh'cora shut off the rest of the world now as he watched his offspring interact with the other hatchlings before it was time to take all of them into a solitary environment so that they could be fed and allow the parents in to be with their hatchlings, another hour later.  
Inside of the special room, the hatchling was laying in a small bed, taking a small nap. Both parents were having above him, eyeing him over. The fact that he had a black and white coloration, but the father was still not to concerned over it at the moment. He was looking over the actual physical features of his child, specifically his face.
"What is it that you see in him right now... Why does the colors not bother you?" Sah'shara asked, trying to see what he was looking at.  
"You obviously don't know... So I'll tell you. My family, my ancestors would judge a person by what their body has, not what it looks like. Horns are a major factor... Look at where there growing from. They're growing by where the ears normally are... Normally that would impair hearing... But to us... That means he'll listen harder and WANT to listen... Next is growth pattern... How will it grow, what direction, how long." He said as he now gently touched the horn stub, feeling it to find out himself. "Up means power... Down means wit and intelligence... But... His horn will split and go both ways. I can feel it," he continued to explain. His explanation only confused his wife even more, but she knew better than to question him, so she only nodded and continued to listen. Foh'cora then gently picked up his child, which made him stir a bit and open his eyes. His eyes were Noe clearly visible. Just like his scale color his eyes were white with a black pupil. His pupil went from side to side unlike most Wyrmvyren. It was rare but not completely uncommon.  
"Those eyes... Side to side pupil... A stare of greatness. White eyes mean he will be able to see into the darkest abyss, the thicket lies... A good... No, great property for a leader." Foh'cora boasted happily. Before his wife could speak there was an announcement over the speaker saying, "We will not begin the UV test to ensure that all new hatchling's scales can handle our sun." The ceiling lights intensified a bit, the light itself also changing a bit as well. The newborn started to squint a bit and softly cry, his eyes not used to such bright light yet. What happened though shocked both of them though. His eyes swapped colors, his pupil turned white while his eye turned black.
"Just... Just what is going on with him...?" Sah'shara studdered, completely dumbfounded.
"Black eyes... The promise of greatness... None will change him, he will instead change others." Foh'cora said quietly before looking at his wife to say, "He is destined for greatness... He is destined to lead us all in The Order... I just know it." His wife just remained quiet. Seeing Foh'cora so confident about this... So proud in this moment she couldn't ruin it even if she tried, not that she wanted to.
"Well... What will you name him?" Sah'shara asked. Foh'cora looked back at his child and thought about it before finally answering, "Gar'maen... The Fist of Shadow." Sah'shara looked towards their newly named son and nodded.  
"It's a fine name... I'm glad I let you choose," she stated before moving closer so she could hold her child, Foh'cora happily handing him over.  
"Soon... We will see how he acts independently... Then we will groom him to perfection... I doubt he will have many flaws... But we must... We will try to hide them. There may not be a perfect leader... But we will make him damn near close," Foh'cora said softly. The light dimmed down now finally, the UV testing finally ending. The lights stayed completely dim though to allow the hatchling to try and sleep, Gar'maen quickly doing so in his mother's arms.
"I must go now... I'm already pushing it with the council for taking this much time off," Foh'cora said before kisses his wife on the cheek. "I'll leave the rest to you. Take care... Both of you," he added before quickly leaving the room and then the hatchery. After he left Sah'shara looked down at her new child and sighed, trying to enjoy finally being a mother now. It wasn't long before she started to grow attached to him though. "Gar'maen... You are and will always be my child. Being different doesn't make it bad... It makes you special... And I will cherish that fact," she said softly, still cradling her offspring in her arms. The child made a soft noise in its sleep, as of answering his mother. She couldn't help but smile at that soft sound and she softly rocked him back and forth in her arms. "I just hope your father doesn't go too far with this whole grooming thing... For the sake of your happiness little one," Sah'shara said softly.
Several hundred years have gone by, Gar'maen grew quickly and had lived up to most of his father's expectations... But that wasn't enough for him. He wanted him to be the definition of perfect. He had let Gar'maen have plenty of freedom, going to one of the more public schools, let him choose his own friends, let him play his own games... Basically enjoy his childhood. To Fo'cora that was tainting his perfection so on his 250th birthday he changed that. He transfered him to the most expensive and prestigious school in the city, chose his friends for him and kept him under his unwavering watch. Gar'maen was starting to hate having everything picked and done for him. He was becoming miserable but he hid that fact. Year after year, decades into centuries he wished he could go back to the way his childhood was. He wished that he could have a normal life and not one of royalty and lineage. Back when his life was normal he was happy and care free. Back when his life was normal he felt like he actually loved his family. Back when his life was normal... Those six words he repeated so often before any thought. This trend continued for another 250 years after Fo'cora's intervention. On Gar'maen's 500th hatchday, it becomes the day that will forever change his life. Much like every other hatchway for him, it was a huge, extravagant party. It was filled with mostly people that were either family or friends of Fo'cora... But no one that Gar'maen wanted to see. Another day of being bothered and pestered by people who only respected him because of who his parents were, using Gar'maen to try and butter up to his father. The party went on for hours, the stress constantly building up inside of the poor boy. More and more he thought, wished, BEGGED that his life could be normal, that his family... That HE could be normal. And then it happened. His most latent ability finally resurfaced for the second time in his life... Once when he was still in an egg and now here. His power finally granted him his wish to he normal, it changed him back to his TRUE form. His arms and legs began to change in front if everyone. His left arm lost its scales and became a carapace, his fingers becoming longer and a few joining together, becoming long, red claws. His shoulder also jutted out and became a spike. His right arm lost all of its bones and began to taper off at his hand, becoming pink and slimy. It becomes a long, barbed tentacle. Both his legs gained skin and fur in replacement to his scales, his feet became morphed into cloven hooves and his knees now bent the other way. He also began to grow two extra tails. Both were scaled like his regular one, but one tail was white with black hollow circle patterns and ended in a rattle. His other tail however were a silvery blue, and each scale was razor sharp. His tail ended in a four pronged hook that points straight out. Everyone was shocked at this transformation, especially Gar'maen. "Wh... What happened?" he said, practically stunned as he looked at his new limbs. It didn't take long before everyone but Gar'maen knew what he was... He was a...
"CHYMAERA! THAT KID IS A FUCKING CHYMAERA! HE'S A MONSTER!" the crowd started to shout, many similar things were shouted before someone threw a knife at Gar'maen, the knife whizzing by his head. Gar'maen may have been shocked by his sudden transformation but he was more shocked at the fact that some one had just tried to kill him. Some of the training his father had put him through kicked him and he bolted from the scene, having every single person chase him down except his mother and father. Sah'shara had fainted from the shock of this discovery while Foh'cora stood still for a moment, soaking in what just happened before scowling and heading in a different direction than the mob. Gar'marn was in a complete panic and had only one thing on his mind, "get the hell out of here." As he ran through the giant mansion of a house he finally got an idea of how to escape the mob and lose them easily. There was a few secret escape tunnels in this house. The closest one right now was the one in his father's study. Quickly gaining more speed now that he wasn't completely panicked he ran to the study, losing sight of the mob long enough to get inside without anyone noticing... Everyone but the person already inside the study already. As soon as Gar'maen turned around to look into the study he saw the last person he wanted to see right now: his father. He was sitting in the chair and pointing a very familiar weapon at him the family heirloom as Foh'Cora called it. It looked like a basic pistol but the bottom of the barrel was actually a blade. It was actually one of the most powerful weapons a Wyrmvyren could own and one of a kind since it was hand crafted by Foh'Cora's ancestor. Gar'maen couldn't even move, he felt like he was losing feeling all of his body now, the fear and despair he felt was overwhelming. "You... If there was any good reason to kill you... It finally showed itself you fucking piece of scum... I should have just killed you when you were a baby for not even sharing a single feature... But I can see why now. You're a freak... A filthy Chymaera!" Foh'Cora shouted as he stood up, still pointing the weapon at Gar'maen. Gar'maen lost all feeling in his legs and fell to his knees, he could not look away from his father. The only word he could get out was, "Father..." This put even more rage into Foh'Cora, rushing over to him and pistol whipping Gar'maen with the barrel of the pistol and stopping him from saying anything else, not using the blade though. "You are not my child! How dare you call me your father! I did not give birth to a fucking monster!" Foh'Cora snapped, quickly pointing the gun back at the "thing" in front of him. "Look at me... I want to see the fear and despair in your eyes... I want to know that I am going to kill the thing that had single handedly destroyed all respect I had, my place as leader of the Aquos!" he demanded. Gar'maen couldn't even move let alone follow through with that command, getting another smack from the pistol before having it be used to tilt his head up his head and make Gar'maen look at him. As Foh'Cora looked at Gar'maen directly in the eyes, he froze. Those eyes, those special eyes that he fell in love with stared right back at him, shining bright white as his eyes welled with tears, but never falling. Foh'Cora's hand started to shake before he forced himself to shove the end of the barrel against Gar'maen's forehead. "You... You sicken me! You sicken me to no end!" Foh'Cora snapped again, his finger on the trigger now... But as he looked at those eyes more, something was holding him back from pulling the trigger. Gar'maen still couldn't say anything, the tears in his eyes finally falling down his face. His world was already shattered but the torture just didn't seem to end yet for him. Once again Foh'Cora's hand started to shake again. "Why... Why the hell can't I do it!?" Foh'Cora thought to himself before he finally threw the gun against the wall, the blade puncturing the wall and making it stay there. Gar'maen finally averted his gaze from his father to look at the gun in the wall but that didn't last long before Foh'Cora grabbed him by the neck and picked him up. "Why... Why can't I kill you!?" he shouted before throwing Gar'maen at the desk, landing just short of it. He could see the tiny bump that came from the trap door to the escape tunnel now, but he didn't even move, afraid of what would happen if he did... But what did happen shocked him more than anything else that happened this night. "Get out... Get out and never come back... If I ever see you again... I won't hesitate to kill you like I am now," Foh'Cora said slowly, getting a loud gasp from Gar'maen. He looked at the trap door more intensely now but still couldn't move. "Don't make me repeat myself boy! If you're still here in the next ten seconds I will shoot you!" Foh'Cora growled as he stepped towards the gun, truly meaning it this time. Hearing those footsteps and the gun being pulled out of the wall was the last piece of motivation he needed to open that door and fall down into the tunnel. It was extremely dark down where he landed, and with it being about a thirty foot drop he landed with a loud thud. Above him he could hear the trap door slamming shut and be barred from the outside, to cover the fact he went down there. For about a minute Gar'maen laid there and sobbed softy, not because of the pain he got from landing but because now he was homeless and had no one but himself now. After crying his eyes out he finally crawled back to his feet and stumbled along the dimly lit escape tunnel. He had very good night vision with his unique eyes so it wasn't too dark for him, if anyone else was in the tunnel they could clearly see him with his white torso and white eyes gleaming in the dark. He slowly made his way through the tunnel until he was finally outside. The sun had set a few minutes ago so there was still a bit of light but aside from that there was no other light source, the tunnel had taken him many miles away from the city, the exit being a hollowed out tree next to a hill. There were quite a few other dead trees like the one for the escape tunnel so there was nothing that made it look suspicious. One would have to bend own the tree with nature magic which his father made sure he learned. Gar'maen struggled to part the tree but made a big enough opening for him to slip through. Acting on impulse he closed the tree up for the sake of keeping the secret a secret. Nearby there was a very large hill, blooming and carrying fruit. Gar'maen crawled up the steep hill and sat beneath the tree, looking back at the city he used to call home. It was a gleaning bright white city, in the middle a massive spire that dwarfed every other building by at least three times. He knew that building well... After all it was where his father worked. Just a bit to the left, on top of a plateau was the place he used to call home. It brought a tear to his eye and he started to cry a hit more before one of the fruits from the tree fell into his lap, a perfectly ripe one at that. He looked up in surprise and noticed that none of the other fruits were even close to ready... So how come this one was? Gar'maen just shrugged it off and ate the fruit, and somehow it was the best tasting fruit he ever bit into, and he has had the same fruit imported from the finest and most exotic areas of the planet, supposedly tended to by hand every day but they did not compare to this one... He took it as a sign that maybe someone was watching over him... Someone or something would help ensure that he'd live a happy life. Gar'maen quickly finished the fruit and got up on his feet and smiled a bit. "That settles it... If I can change my shape... Maybe I can change back and live back with all of them... But... Not as me... They'll remember and kill me... I'll have to make myself a new appearance in order to avoid suspicion... I WILL get back in... And prove to them I'm not a monster!" Gar'maen vowed to himself before walking down the hill and into the forest. The training to master this strange power he had would have to come later... for now he needed rest, his body and mind were still in shock so he was in no condition to do any kind of training. He had to thank his father for a few things aside from sparing his life, and one of those things was trying to hone his skills with magic and combat a bit early. The combat didn't start yet for him but he could use a bit of magic. He looked for anything that he could manipulate, eventually coming upon a large rock and he started to bend it to become something he could call a shelter. He looked around and sighed heavily after finishing it, he knew it offered little to no protection from the creatures if the forest that lurked around at night. Gar'maen knew that sleeping now would be dangerous so he decided to try and stay awake until the morning and then sleep, most of the dangerous creatures were nocturnal so with the sun in the sky he would be safe. He huddled in a corner and created a rather pitiful fire using a few sticks and leaves, trying to keep the fire alive with his magic. "It's... Only a few hours until dawn... You can last..." Gar'maen said to himself, his breathing a bit heavy from the exertion of keeping the fire going. Gar'maen didn't even last an hour before being knocked out from fatigue.
The next day when Gar'maen woke up, he woke up with a startle when he realized he fell asleep. He hesitantly walked out from the bootleg hovel he made and tried to spot the sun's location in the sky, he saw that it was either entering or leaving its peak, either way he slept much more than he normally would which was to be expected but to Gar'maen that was bad, anything could have happened to him while he was asleep. The fact that nothing did gave him a lot of relief though, backing up the idea there there was a sign, something telling him to go on. With a feel breath he walked around a bit before finding a good spot to sit down and think. How would he be able to activate this shapeshifting power he had? What did he do last night that had made it surface itself? What was prominent in his mind or what was affecting him at the time? After several minutes it finally came to him, wanting to be normal... Which means he turned himself back to normal. Was that really the trick to it all? Just thinking and wanting to be something? It seemed far to simple but he tried it anyways, he tried turning himself back into his Wyrmvyren self... But nothing happened. Was he doing it wrong? "Maybe I should start smaller?" He though to himself before looking at his left arm, truly looking at it though, trying to figure out why he had it. He knew very little about Chymaera, only hearing things that made them seem bad and evil. That they were savage and disgusting creatures... That shared features of other savage creatures! He started to piece together what everything was now. His left arm was a Braxalisk, his legs were that of a Jaxtyr, his tails... One was a Pyragun and the other... A Razerkin. But his right arm... He had no clue what it was... He has never heard of a creature that had a limb like that... A Daystalker's or Nightstalker's? A Syxir? No... It wasn't similar enough... So what was it? He sighed and gave up trying to think about it and looked back at the Braxalisk arm. "OK... Maybe I can just change this..." he said to himself softly as he focused again, trying to make that arm turn into a Wyrmvyren one. At first nothing happened but soon he could feel something happen. He could feel the gentle breeze run along it now, instead of a carapace it was becoming scales, but he couldn't do a change past that. "Damn it... I'm still doing something wrong!" he whined, he gained a bit of confidence for one moment but lost it as soon as he yelled at himself, and with that the carapace returned on his left arm. He was about to snap before he took a deep breath, trying to be rational. "Just... Relax... This is training... Not going to get it in the first time... Just think back to your magic training." He started to tell himself. He looked back down to his arm again and tried again, watching the carapace turn into scales once more. He kept trying and trying, beads of sweat appearing and dripping down his head. "Change... Damn it..." he growled, gritting his teeth a bit as well. No matter how much effort he seemed to put into it the limb just wouldn't change. With a sigh of frustration he stopped trying and the arm immediately returned back to normal. He looked down at his legs and decided to try changing them instead, it was a much less drastic change so maybe it would be easier to change back was what he was thinking. He focused every ounce of will power he had on his legs to try and change them back. It looked as if nothing was happening but he could feel something happen. He figures it was just like the arm and the skin underneath the fur became scales, but the fur refused to leave. He continued to focus as hard as he could, but he started to feel pain as his knees were trying to bend back to their original place and he lost it, the legs instantly reverting back to the Jaxtyr form they started at. "D-damn... I guess... More extreme changes cause a bit of pain... But that was so intense," Gar'maen said to himself in between heavy breaths, looking down at his legs. "It didn't hurt that much before... Maybe if I get used to it," he continued to think to himself before standing up with a grunt, the attempted transformation had actually ripped a few muscles in his body from the sloppy and quick transformation back. He eventually fell back on his rump and held back tears of pain. "Damn... Damn it... What did I do?" He asked himself as he went to touch his leg with the odd tentacle arm, sending a huge jolt of pain through him as he touched the ripped muscles. It took him a moment to guess what had happened and hr sighed heavily before getting the idea of using the shapeshifting to try and mend the muscle tissue. At this point anything was worth a shot. His his legs as straight as he could make them he thought about the ruined muscles in his legs and then thought about a perfectly normal Jaxtyr leg in place of his. This time however he could feel it working. There was still pain in his legs but it was numbing down to where they were just sore, but torn