The Origin of Dracon Brightscale: AKA the life of the silver Entity.

Things started out normal for this dragon clan. Playing around the mountains and amongst themselves. Sometimes things got more intense, but no one really went to far. That is until the fateful date around the year of Draconix 22. 

On that day so many eons ago now, a strange dark dragon appeared. It was as though it stepped from the shadows themselves. It startled the elders as they did not feel the presence of this dragon before it came to be infront of them.  Many of the gathering just stared at the being. It seems to have a very dark aura. Nothing like what the dragons have ever seen.  As one of the eldest silvers walked toward this stranger he seemed to stop some 20 feet before the other.  The strange spoke, but not in a language anyone has heard. Only the elder  seemed to go from a passive face to one of sheer terror. Before the others could react the elder seemed to explode from the inside. Dark tendrils pulling the dragon form apart.  What the others saw was a strange darkness seemed to go down the middle of the dragon, and then blood. Dark rich blood seemed to flow unnaturally from the dragons corpse.  The tendrils seemed to get thicker and begin to move.  The dragons started to scatter from all directions, but the tendrils now covered in dragon blood were the quicker. Lashing out like huge snakes they would grab one dragon after another. With a strength that should not have been possible they would pull and rip the dragons to pieces. Not one dragon stood of its own accord after 20 min.  The stranger just stood in the middle of this circle of dragon corpses.  A strange smile seemed to spread across the dark muzzle. As though the dragon didn’t care at all what was happening around it, but seemed to take delight in licking the tendrils clean after each strike.   Then as quickly as it appeared it sank back into the ground before the warriors could confront it. 

Each dragon warrior could not believe the carnage that had happened so quickly. As if the creature knew the weakness of each victim individually.  

One of the warriors looked around frantically for his mate and bellowed out a roar when he found her. She was torn apart from each limb, but as though a knife had done it cleanly.   He was about to leave this grotesque sceen when he noticed a silvery glint in around the belly of his mate. He gasped when he realized it moved, and then frantically pulled at the little body.  He held the form of the little silver in his arms and wrapped his wings around him. Though he could tell the little dragonling saw everything that had happened. For the eyes he looked into were one of pure fear, but a glint of pure desire of something.  The dragonling clung to his father and started to cry. The cry was heard for miles as it was the most blood curdling frustrated scream every heard.  As though the dragonling were trying to scream the terror from his mind. The father nuzzled the little one as he whimpered and clung to him.  Mindful of where he was he quickly teleported to his safe house. Some distance from the rest of the clan, but in a pocket dimension.  Little did the father know at the time his son was absorbing minor amounts of pure magic from his surroundings. Quickly putting his son in the nest, he cast a protective bubble over it and kissed his son on the snout. Telling him to be good, to not let this tear his soul apart with revenge. All his son could do was whimper and nod as he was finding more things to absorb. He would get revenge for his mother, and other that were killed this day, he promised himself that if he failed he would never look back and never return home. For on that day if he failed he would not have a home to come back to. 

That day would change this small clan forever.  

Some years had past and no one was able to find out who or what that creature was that attacked the clan. Its now the year of Draconix 235.   Things seemed to be getting back to normal. The mage’s were looking for way to protect the small clan from a similar happening, but they did not have anything to test the protective spells on.  That was until this silver dragon flew in and landed as though the ground were a pillow. Such precision and ease of flight that none had seen ever in a dragon. The young dragon was not yet ready for the responsibility of the mage’s, but already had grown more powerful they they even realized. That is exactly what the young dragon had wanted. 

He walked up to the head Magi and introduced himself. “Greetings fellow magi. I am Dracon BrightScale. Clan BrightScales last remaining son of the founders.  I have come to test the barriers.’ The magi looked at the young Dracon and grinned to himself before answering, “Go home young Dracon. Your powers are no match for our barriers. Besides you are needed else where…” Before the magi could continue Dracon sent a magically attack that blasted the latest barrier into a million magically shards. Each shard embedding itself into a near by tree before glowing and then exploding with such power that nothing but smoked ash fell were it was.  The Magi gasped in disbelief for none showed such power. He gasped even more when he saw the pure White eyes of Dracon. They seemed to pulse with power beyond a dragons measure. Taking a step back to steadying himself, “I…I do not know here you got such Power young one. However you should never show it in such times”.  All Dracon could do is smile and then laugh. Petting his uncle on the shoulder. “Brasis you should know what power lay within me. That was a mear trifling. Only your barriers were every powerful enough to resist me. “ Brasis grinned and sighed. “Yes, Yes you did have such ways with magic that I have not seen in any dragon.  However you really should go help your father. He has found a dark pool that has started to spread over the ground in the north. “  Dracon looked around at the others and winked. “Ah. So that is why you really summoned me. I will see what I can do then. Just remember we have something that needs settling later”.  Dracon Moves to the left and before brasis could counter, he feels Dracon’s tail slap him on the ass firmly. “Hey!. Ouch. You and that tail of yours. Sheesh. Now scram, scamp”.   Dracon laughs and takes flight. The rippling haunches seem to bulge with such refined power that its easy to see why this dragon can land and take off so easily. 

During the flight to where his father Dracon thinks back to those dark days. The way the dragons were victims of that creature. He didn’t realize he was flying so fast as the sound of  his speed cracked the air around him. Miles around others heard it to and looked up. Only to see a streak of silver bolting across the heavens. 

Chapter 2: The Creature Returns.

Dracon’s father chuckles slightly to himself after hearing that boom in the heavens. Thinking that his son is indeed the fastest dragon that has ever lived. 

Looking down at this large pool, more like a small lake from where he is on the mountain. He can easily see the creatures that go near it are sucked in. He sucks in a breath as the creature that comes out is more mangled and menacing then before. What was a young buck, is now a creature of hell. For the antlers are now razor sharp looking, and the front hooves are gone as this creature stands on its hind legs. As though its anthropomorphized.   He curses to himself and feels his son land beside him, before Dracon can speak his father wraps his tail around him. Dracon shuts up as that’s the signal for being quiet. Inching closer Dracon looks in the direct where his father is looking and growls lowly. Dracon asks his father via his mind, “Is that what I think it is?” Answering his son, “Yes. DO NOT go down there. We need to know whats happening, and I do not want you getting hurt. I would never forgive myself if….”Voice trails off.  Dracon looks over at his father and sighs. Seeing that small tear slide down and off that weathered snout. “Ok father. I will do what you ask. However if something were to happen to you. I will not stop. “ Looking at his son he weakly smiles and nods.   

Moving from the mountain ridge they both fly down to get a closer look. The stench coming from that pool is over whelming. It takes all there wills to not throw up. 

The weird buck seems to lurch forward and lunch at another buck that was not affected by the pool. In seconds the hands seem to grow claws and slash the buck into pieces. A growl escapes its throat.   

Dracon looks over at this and growls lowly. For he can see the tendrils dripping from the creature claws. The father looks over and see’s this. Before Dracon can act. His father wraps him up in his wings and then the world go blank for a second.  His father puts him down and Dracon was about to yell, when his father collapses. Holding his father in his arms, he feels the warm life blood dripping down onto the caverns floor.  Willing his healing power to the front he puts his hands on the wound. His father convulses and shutters a few times and then collapse fully over his sons back. Lifting his father up easily. He brings him to the nest and lays him on his stomach. Looking at the back for any other wounds he rumbles and hisses his frustration. For the wound did not close fully. Like a black piece of material in the wound is pulsing. Growling deep and calling on all the power he can. He slashes his talon into that black area. Howling in pain and yet realizing what he was touching did not deter the young dragon. He will heal his father. He silently curses himself for not feeling that presence behind him.  Pouring what strength he can he feels the darkness leave and then fade. He collapse over his fathers sleeping form. Suddenly too tired to stay awake.   

Some hours later he wakes to find his father stroking his snout like he did those year ago when it happened. He just snuggles into his fathers lap more. Feeling the hot tears dripping on his neck. Hearing his fathers mumbled words, “I…how did…it…oh Dracon. Son.. what am I going to do. I can’t loose you, but you saved me.  I love you son”.  Those are the works Dracon hears before falling asleep again. 

Stretching out slowly he feels the room with his mind and realizes his father is not here. Calling out he is comforted to know that his father was just out getting dinner. Dinner Dracon thinks. Oh by the gods I over slept.  Chuckling as he gets out of the bed he looks in the mirror. Stretching and admiring his smooth hide. “Damn I am one hot dragon” Laughs at himself and goes to meet his father in the main cavern. Once he is there he sees the dinner his father got. Feeling so famished he just digs in. Downing each buck, chicken, vegetables and all matter of fixing he can. After that healing last night he needs all the strength he can get.  He looks up and sees father laughing. He chuckles back, “What? I was hungry. “, “Yeah, and a pig about it too” shoots his father back. Dracon sticks his tongue out at his father. 

After walking to the opening of the cave in the mountain, Dracon thinks of the days events. Realizing he does know how to feel for that creature. He hits his own head. Dang it why didn’t I think of it before. Its not a energy that can be felt, rather a lack of energy. I gotta tell Dad. 

Dracon tells his father what he found out and both fly off to talk to the elders and the Magi’s of the findings. Once they land it seems too quiet. Way too quite.  No guards and no creatures.  Dracon crys a warning at his father as 2 hellish beings jump from the surrounding walls.  Quickly side stepping his father slices through the creature in two on his right, and uses his tail as a bad to throw the other off the mountain. “Dracon. Get out of here. Find your uncle. You have to help them with the eggs!” Dracon looks back at his father and nods, but shouts back, “Ok. However I feel you getting into trouble, I am back here in a second. “ Looking back at his son he just nods and jumps inside to see what happened. 

Dracon feels with his mind for his uncle. Brasis feels his nephew and answers, “We are in the main egg chamber. Come here quickly! We have trouble.”  Not wasting any more time Dracon takes wing and arrives seconds later. Only to see more of those creature crawling up the mountain toward the egg entrance.  Not today thinks Dracon.  Diving down in such speed that the creature were unaware he lets loose a volley of magical spikes. Piercing some of the creatures through there heads, others sides. Still more scramble up the mountain. Pulling the impaled and throwing them down the side to the mountain floor below.  Growling in frustration at the persistence. Dracon angles back up and then down at the gathering creatures. Opening his maw as wide as possible and a large intake of breath later. He exhales a cloud, but as the cloud reaches around the creatures nothing seems to happen, until some of the creature start to freeze in place, others dropping off the mountain to shatter on the floor below. Knowing it would only be a matter of time before the creature can regroup and get up the barrier he put up. He dives into the cave only a few seconds before a hum of magic surrounds the entrance. He looks up and smiles slightly at this uncle. “Sorry I am late, had to take care of some of them. “  Barsis says, “How many did you manage to take out?”, “ Only 20. However I did see hundreds of them climbing. We don’t have much time uncle”, Dracon replies sadly. 
Chapter 3:  Sacrifice. 

Looking at the creatures trying to break down the barrier, and seeing each fail and thrown over the edge was a grim reminder that the enemy they are facing doesn’t care at all. Sacrificing living creatures, or formerly living to break down or drain the magic’s.  Dracon looks out and sighs. Looks over at his uncle and sighs again. “Barsis… I have something I have to tell you. “ Barsis looks over at Dracon and nods, “Yes?”.   “Remember when I said I didn’t know my limits?”, Barsis nods slightly. Then raises an eye ridge, “Don’t tell me your scared?”, Dracon Growls at his uncle and then chuckles. “Ever since that day. I haven’t been scared, and haven’t had the time to. I have trained each day since then. Absorbing the ambient magics that are of this world. Remember that day 5 years ago?”, Barsis thinks back to the time they lost track of him. He then looks up shocked saying, “You didn’t..Even you couldn’t survive that.”, Dracon smiles slightly, “Yes. And yes I did. I not only survived, but became much stronger. I needed an edge to drive the evil that is returning. However now I am not sure if its enough. “ He sighs deeply and scratches his horns. “I do know I am going to need more then I do have. That is why…”Trails off looking at the others looking at him and blushes slightly. Looks at his uncle and his son’s and daughters. “All of you. What you have that you know deep inside of the mage weave. I need you to send me your power. ‘ Dracon watches everyone of them suddenly gasps in wonder, continuing quickly, “It’s the only way I can rid us of this creature. I need to drive it out. We need to have this haven protected. We need to not live in fear of this thing coming back if we do some how to drive it away or it leaves again. “ Barsis moves closer to his nephew and holds him close. “You have mine Dracon. I know you are the only one that can help us. “ In Dracon’s mind he hears, “Son. You have me as well…I.. NOOOoooo…” Suddenly Dracon feels the link between father and son desolve and break. Everyone in the cavern hears the sudden roar. Most of the young ones cower into the corner as they see this dragon begin to glow.  The natural glow seems to intensify as Dracon feels his fathers magic hit him like a jolt of pure love. Barsis can barely look at Dracon, but does notice a tattoo begin to form on the neck. The tattoo is the only one left and only given to the last remaing clan founders. Be they the son or father or grandfather. Barsis starts to cry. Knowing his brother is dead. However not all in sadness cause the sacrifice that had just happened is what might help them win. 

Dracon’s mind is afire with what he see’s. Seeing the black creature again, but this time a little concern shows across the features. He looks around for that one that suddenly increased so powerfully.  Dracon looks apon the sceen and notices his fathers body. Pinned against the cavern. The walls holding him in place. However his entire front seems to have been split open from the base to under the muzzle. Entrails dripping down. Dark creature licking up the blood that is pooling. He can’t stand the scene he is looking at and draws his view back to those around. Noticing the cowing young ones. And the concern of his uncle. He speaks, but his voice even sounds weird to himself. Like its far away, but at the same time close. “Do not fear uncle. Or the rest of you. My…father is no more. I will. I have to protect you all. Please lend me your powers. “ Looks at everyone and sees for a second the little multi coloured strands that connect all the dragons. He lightly caresses them and each dragon stiffens momentarily. He draws on each, but only enough to give him what he can use. He looks at his uncle and then kisses him deeply. Holding him so close to his body, he whispers into his ear, “Take care my uncle.  You need to leave now with the others. It is time I confront the creature. Even if I fail. I will know that my clan still remains out there. Thriving amongst the stars.    Before Barsis can complain or respond he see’s the world fade. Only to find himself in some place. Even how beautiful it is, its only himself , the eggs and his daughters. 

Dracon looks over at the sons of his uncle and smiles softly. “I need your help alittle longer. I need each of you to bring all the magically devices you can to me. We have little time. I know you all can teleport and I left you enough power to do so. Please hurry young ones. 

Chapter 4: Final confrontation. 

Dracon looks out amongst the stars of his planets home. Looks down at the devastation that this creature has caused. Knowing that if he doesn’t stop it now. No one can. 

Looking down he sees the dark dragon. The looks they share is one of utter hatred and loathing.  

Dracon looks at the thousands of creatures that are waiting for him. Seeing the darkened world and trees that he used to know. His body begins to glow brightly and he screams down to the throngs” You will not remember today. For your lives are forfit. And you creature. I do not have a name for you, and do not want one. For the lives of my father, mother and others of my clan you will not remain after this day. For today you will end!” 
With frightening speeds he streaks down to meet the creature. All those in front of it are suddenly burned down from a flick of his hand. No singing, no cries of horror or anger. Just nothing is left. Like they never existed. The creature raises a eye-ridge in surprise that one so young could devastate his dark warriors so easily and quickly. 

The dark one has only a moment to think on that as he is suddenly face to face with a creature of pure vengeance and justice. The glow from this dragons eyes is hard to look at for its pure magic.   Dracon watches as the dark one fades into the shadows and reappears behind him. However Dracon knew this was happening for when he cured his father, he felt the magic and what holds it together. He felt the creature.  Just before the dark one can surround the silver with is tendrils he cries out in pain. For the dragons tail just went through his chest. Piercing it as though it did not have any substance at all. However he didn’t expect that. For none has ever hurt or touched him before.  He fades back into the shadows and watches from it as to what the dragon will do next. Cursing to himself as he feels his own immortal life’s blood dripping into his hand. How could a seeming mortal dragon pierce him and blood him none the less.  Pondering this as his watches the dragon looking for him. He suddenly remembers what one of his informants told him. ‘No. It can’t be him. The one that passed the gods tests? If that is so, then I am in bigger trouble then I should be’

Dracon looks around hoping to find out where the dark one went. Wanting to finish it off before it can strike again. Growling in frustration he suddenly feels the other dragons dieing. Seeing them torn apart and absorbed into the shadows.  Striking the ground he realizes, if he just waits his entire clan will be destroyed.  Taking a chance he lunges into the shadows that he saw the dragon disappear into and finds the realm boundary begin to buckle and then break. He feels his talons sink into something solid beneath himself.  He hears also the scream from the dark one of surprise and shock. None had breached his lair or the shadow realm before. He feels pain of the talons. Of the light suddenly flowing into his chest.  He pushes away from the silver attacker and gasps. Feeling the blood drooling from his mouth. Coughing he says, “How..did you do that….its impossible!”  Dracon feels a sudden slap across his snout as a large tail sends him tumbling into what feels like a wall. His senses are lessened here as he is not used to such dim light. However remembering his one friend when he was young. He brings up the magic needed to see in absolute darkness.  What he see’s is the dark one lunging at him with a wicked looking sword. He ducks the blow but feels it bite into his shoulder. Tumbling to the left he slashes out with his tail and surrounds the others legs. Pulling quickly making him fall onto the ground with a thump.  Not wasting any time he lunges at the prone dragon and starts to claw at his sides and chest. Slitting down on the stomach to make it so the other dragon can not move. Pinning him effectively as he slashes the creature bit by bit. Feeling the others claws raking against his back he ignores the wounds. His magics already healing them. He lurches down and bites into the under jaw of the dragon and sinks his teeth in. The body under him begins to lurch, trying to throw him. Soon though Dracon can feel the blood in his mouth and tries not to taste it as he wants to just tear this creature apart. Not thinking rationally he remembers what happened to the others when he was young. What happened to his mother, and just recently what happened to his father. He tears the others throat out and roars as he lifts the head up and severs it from the body. The body under himself twitches and then stops. Blood dripping onto the dark ground.  Not satisfied that he had killed the creature, he begins to tear it into the smallest pieces possible. Burning them with fiery breath. Noticing creatures watching him in the back ground, but none coming close to this silver avenging dragon. 

Panting from the effort of tearing another living creature into more pieces then thought possible. Dracon looks around. His once perfect mirrored hide stained with blood. Not just blood of the dragon he killed, but his own.  He looks around and sees the creatures cowering away from him. Some of them mumbling in a language he heard that first day. He answer back with as much power he can muster, “I AM the living Silver. I have vanquished a creature that has destroyed my clan. I am Dracon BrightScale. Last of my clan, and you will NEVER come to me or mine again. For if you do, your fate will be much worse then that dark ones!”, A few of the others scatter and whimper away. However one crawls lowly over and looks up at the silver light saying, “The dark one you have killed. He was our king. It is our way that the one that kills the evil will be king of our lands”. Glowers at the other dragon stating flatly, “I am not a ruler. I do not wish to rule over anyone. Since you have such guts. I do not see any evil in you. You will Rule in my stead. “ Watches this take hold in the dragons mind and sees the slight smile, however before the one that he was talking to can get any ideas he says in finality, “Do anything to another dragon of mine or ones I call mine, and you and yours will cease to exist!” The other dark dragon nod nods and scrambles away. Sighing Dracon looks up at the opening and flies up. 

Out into the night sky of his world. Only to hear nothing. No songs of birds, no creatures, and no minds of other dragons. He looks around and frantically tries to find anyone still alive. Knowing deep in his heart while he was killing that which threatened his world and clan. Had already destroyed his home.  Thinking on his old friends and loved ones this silver begins to cry. Letting out the hears of frustration and pain. Crying for his loved ones and for a world that will never be home. While thinking of of all that he lost he finds himself circling his world in space. Bringing his power to bear he circles the world with his magics. Using what he can to stop the world from ever being seen again. Nothing has survived, and so the world will never again be inhabited. In fact his will has drained all the magic from the world. All portals vanish. All magic is drained. 

Dracon BrightScale leaves his world behind. Looking for others that might have survived. However he will never again forget, and never again loose control of his body or mind. 

This is the events that led to Dracon’s traveling and why he is sad.

Written by Dracon BrightScale.