luccamajere » Hibernal Den » Prophecy

Prophecy

(#48736609)

Nothing stays the same, the skull and bones remain

Wordsworth

Ensorcelled Volume

Energy: 50/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

21.14 m

Wingspan

24.01 m

Weight

8229.95 kg

Genetics

Obsidian
Metallic

Hickory
Bee

Peach
Runes

Hatchday

Jan 21, 2019
(5 years)

Breed

Adult
Imperial

Eye Type

Light
Common

Level 1 Imperial

EXP: 0 / 245

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Karma
Kismet

Offspring

Biography

PROPHECY
Jaded Chosen One | Survivor
she/her

"Don't listen so hard to what they tell you that you ignore what they're NOT telling you."

From almost the moment she was hatched, the young Imperial was told she was destined for great things. The Seer of her clan, one who could hear and interpret the Tidelord's whispers in the river that passed by near their territory, foretold of a dragon who would bring about a shining destiny for all:

And thence shall come with shining light
A warmth to keep away the night
One dragon stands tall at the sight
To truly see it all aright

It was practically a lullaby to the young dragon, and she had it memorized before she'd lived three summers. She loved thinking about what it meant, and what her destiny might be. She liked to imagine that the shining light came from her wings, or perhaps a fancy sword she learned to wield as she protected the clan from an invading hoard of centaurs.

She was so busy imagining glorious futures that she never stopped to try and actually interpret the prophecy. She never considered it might not be what it seemed.

That fateful day dawned like any other, at first. It was the annual ceremony to signal the start of summer, to welcome the sun's bright light on the longest day of the year and celebrate the Lightweaver's triumph over darkness. As was customary, a few lucky dragons would be angling the large mirror to best reflect the sun's light out over the fields. Unlike other years, the young Imperial was finally old enough to participate! She was so excited about it, laughing with her friends who were also lined up to take their places this year as the other 'light-bringers'. There was a stirring in the air, a tension that she assumed came entirely from excitement.

Sure, she thought she heard some of the older dragons muttering about how dry it had been lately, but she wasn't going to worry about that, not on the first day of summer! The mirror was put in the place, it was angled perfectly, the sun shone down, reflecting bright, brilliant light down on the fields--the dry, dry fields.

No one realized what was happening at first. By the time they started to smell the smoke, the fire was already spreading in multiple directions, chewing up the dry grain in the fields faster than a fae through a hoard of gnats. The Imperial went rigid with shock, and dropped the large mirror. She dropped it right onto her companion's wing. She tried to move it off, but it was no use, and the fire was now spreading up the hill right toward them. Her friend was trying to shout at her to go, to save herself, because she was the chosen one! But what was the point of being the chosen one if she had to RUN? So the Imperial stayed, long enough to finally budge the mirror enough to get it off her friend.

The extra time had cost them. The fire was on top of them and her friend couldn't fly. So the Imperial bellowed at her to run, and then spread her own wings and flew, trying to clear the smoke, to see anyone else, to help them get to safety. It was red and bright and hot everywhere, and it was chaos.

The Imperial tried to save as many as she could, but the fire spread too fast, came on too suddenly. And then, she saw it--the one clear path. She could still save them all! She called for her clan to follow and plunged through the smoke.

But when the smoke cleared and the fire burned itself out? The Imperial was the only survivor of her clan. Everything else was ashes and bones.

One dragon stands tall at the sight. Those words came to her again, in a terrifying moment of clarity.

And to make it all worse, while she was trying to overcome the shock and numbness and figure out what else to do, she heard it--the footsteps. The ground shaking. Something was coming. She fled in defeat.

Prophecy took on a new name and identity. At first, she tried to hide from her past, burying it deep while she joined other clans, took mates, had children.

But it all felt fake and far away and inadequate, after everything. She always ran away, again. And she began to despair, after a while. Was this all there was to life for her, now? Running, trying to forget a past that haunted her every night? She had to confront it head on. So Prophecy went back, back to where it all began. Where her horrible destiny had manifested. The only way through was to confront this head on.

It looked much like she'd left it, all those years before. The scorched ground wasn't suitable for anything much to grow, even now. She did find one thing, though--a skull from another dragon, one of her old clan mates. Something compelled Prophecy to take it, and she later discovered why. A spirit haunts the skull, though whether it truly is the ghost of the dragon who once wore the bones in life, she cannot say. It doesn't speak much, mostly just growls and wails. But it helps her remember, and in a weird way, it makes Prophecy feel more connected to where she came from.

Further reflection helped her to see how foolish she'd been--and how foolish that Seer had been, who should have known better than to stop with the favorable interpretation of her birth prophecy only. Feeling at last some measure of peace, Prophecy nonetheless didn't want to just settle down with a new clan. But just when she'd accepted she'd always be alone, she met them. She met him.

The Book Keepers, and their quest to procure and spread knowledge, resonated with Prophecy in a way nothing else ever could. Older, wiser, and no longer the chosen golden dragon, she's now on a mission to set the record straight about destiny--and why trusting blindly in anything is like playing with fire.

Quote:

Credits

Bio template and sidebar by Vertigris
Banner by TheSquishyKing

If you feel that this content violates our Rules & Policies, or Terms of Use, you can send a report to our Flight Rising support team using this window.

Please keep in mind that for player privacy reasons, we will not personally respond to you for this report, but it will be sent to us for review.

0/1000

Click or tap a food type to individually feed this dragon only. The other dragons in your lair will not have their energy replenished.

Exalting Prophecy to the service of the Gladekeeper will remove them from your lair forever. They will leave behind a small sum of riches that they have accumulated. This action is irreversible.

Do you wish to continue?

Name

Names must be longer than 2 characters.
Names must be no longer than 16 characters.
Names can only contain letters.

Name

Names must be no longer than 16 characters.
Names can only contain letters.