I didn't really spend enough time on this, so it probably really bad. Feedback would be nice.
This is for my bronze half dragon druid name Nightfall. Why I named him that? I don't know. It was cool.
I don't know how I became this, I was just there. I think my memory was wiped somehow. I woke up in the forest, no memory of my parents, my home, or who I was. I knew only how to survive. At that time, I didn't know my age, but that was the least of my concerns, as my growling stomach sounded like thunder in my ears. I didn't stop to examine myself or look around, the only thing on my mind was survival.
Berries and a clear water stream sustained me for the next few days, though it was not enough. Mere berries were never going to support a growing half dragon. I had no energy to hunt, just stayed by those bushes every day, growing weaker and weaker with each passing moment. I knew those bushes would run out eventually and I would have find another or die. My shining bronze scales were beginning to dull. The feeling of death looming before me became comforting, as it meant as escape from this hellish life.
I woke up one night to find the branches empty, not a single berry left. I welcomed death with open arms, but death didn't come, someone else came instead.
When this happened, I was maybe ten years of age. I don't really know. All I know is that I awoke in a small cabin, laying on some soft blankets, fire crackling beside me. It was autumn, I think, so the days were beginning to shorten, red gold and orange leaves were beginning to fill the once green trees. In a few months' time, those branches would be bare. The smell of meat overwhelmed my senses and I turned my head, looking around. A humanoid creature with pointed ears was cutting venison on a small wooden table in the middle of the room. They had long flowing blond hair and a chiseled face.
"Ah, your awake," they said. "I was beginning to lose hope."
I may have forgotten the past to my short lifespan, but I still knew how to speak.
"Who are… you?" My voice was weak, barely audible. My throat felt parched with thirst and my stomach grumbled.
"Never mind who I am. You need to eat." He walked over and picked me up. I may have struggled a bit; I don't remember, but even if I did, my puny malnourished body was no match for his strong arms. The elf set me down on a small stool and pushed a plate of juicy meat towards me. He was about to hand me some utensils, I believe, but you don't care for those when you are starving. I remember that being the best meal I have ever had, the one that whisked me away from death.
I stayed in that cabin for fourteen years, helping that elf, learning from him. He taught me the ways of the forest, how to survive, how to understand, and above all, how to protect. We found an injured Chamrosh once (Stibbles Codex of Companions) and nursed it back to health. It was quite a companion after that. Byeol is his name. The elf was like a father to me as I grew. For those fourteen years, I felt protected and loved. Of course, everything good comes to an end. He left one day to hunt, but he never came back. After a week, Byeol and I set off to look for him. We found his body, laying in the dirt buried by some ferns, the scent of bandits in his wounds. That was the first time I lost control. Do I regret it? No, not really. I found those bandits, and together, Byeol and I killed them, slashing with our claws and sending lightning down from the sky to smite them.
Of course I had to grieve for the elf's death, but he had taught me enough for me to make my own way in the world. I didn't want to kill unless I had to. I sought knowledge, so I decided to travel to the Great City. Byeol would have to leave his forest so I told him he could stay. After all these years though, he stuck with me and I expected as much. We would journey to Valharra together.
Here I am now, twenty years later. I would visit my old forest from time to time, commune with the spirits there, let Byeol roam free for a few days before returning here for my studies. I have made many friends… and maybe a few enemies, but I don't think they'll be much of a hindrance to me. Afterall, I am Nightfall, bronze half-dragon druid of the enchanted forest, student of Professor Khyberr Tlassian. I don't think people would want to annoy me, and I'm glad for that. After I witnessed my own ferocity in that clearing, I just want peace.
I didn't really spend enough time on this, so it probably really bad. Feedback would be nice.
This is for my bronze half dragon druid name Nightfall. Why I named him that? I don't know. It was cool.
I don't know how I became this, I was just there. I think my memory was wiped somehow. I woke up in the forest, no memory of my parents, my home, or who I was. I knew only how to survive. At that time, I didn't know my age, but that was the least of my concerns, as my growling stomach sounded like thunder in my ears. I didn't stop to examine myself or look around, the only thing on my mind was survival.
Berries and a clear water stream sustained me for the next few days, though it was not enough. Mere berries were never going to support a growing half dragon. I had no energy to hunt, just stayed by those bushes every day, growing weaker and weaker with each passing moment. I knew those bushes would run out eventually and I would have find another or die. My shining bronze scales were beginning to dull. The feeling of death looming before me became comforting, as it meant as escape from this hellish life.
I woke up one night to find the branches empty, not a single berry left. I welcomed death with open arms, but death didn't come, someone else came instead.
When this happened, I was maybe ten years of age. I don't really know. All I know is that I awoke in a small cabin, laying on some soft blankets, fire crackling beside me. It was autumn, I think, so the days were beginning to shorten, red gold and orange leaves were beginning to fill the once green trees. In a few months' time, those branches would be bare. The smell of meat overwhelmed my senses and I turned my head, looking around. A humanoid creature with pointed ears was cutting venison on a small wooden table in the middle of the room. They had long flowing blond hair and a chiseled face.
"Ah, your awake," they said. "I was beginning to lose hope."
I may have forgotten the past to my short lifespan, but I still knew how to speak.
"Who are… you?" My voice was weak, barely audible. My throat felt parched with thirst and my stomach grumbled.
"Never mind who I am. You need to eat." He walked over and picked me up. I may have struggled a bit; I don't remember, but even if I did, my puny malnourished body was no match for his strong arms. The elf set me down on a small stool and pushed a plate of juicy meat towards me. He was about to hand me some utensils, I believe, but you don't care for those when you are starving. I remember that being the best meal I have ever had, the one that whisked me away from death.
I stayed in that cabin for fourteen years, helping that elf, learning from him. He taught me the ways of the forest, how to survive, how to understand, and above all, how to protect. We found an injured Chamrosh once (Stibbles Codex of Companions) and nursed it back to health. It was quite a companion after that. Byeol is his name. The elf was like a father to me as I grew. For those fourteen years, I felt protected and loved. Of course, everything good comes to an end. He left one day to hunt, but he never came back. After a week, Byeol and I set off to look for him. We found his body, laying in the dirt buried by some ferns, the scent of bandits in his wounds. That was the first time I lost control. Do I regret it? No, not really. I found those bandits, and together, Byeol and I killed them, slashing with our claws and sending lightning down from the sky to smite them.
Of course I had to grieve for the elf's death, but he had taught me enough for me to make my own way in the world. I didn't want to kill unless I had to. I sought knowledge, so I decided to travel to the Great City. Byeol would have to leave his forest so I told him he could stay. After all these years though, he stuck with me and I expected as much. We would journey to Valharra together.
Here I am now, twenty years later. I would visit my old forest from time to time, commune with the spirits there, let Byeol roam free for a few days before returning here for my studies. I have made many friends… and maybe a few enemies, but I don't think they'll be much of a hindrance to me. Afterall, I am Nightfall, bronze half-dragon druid of the enchanted forest, student of Professor Khyberr Tlassian. I don't think people would want to annoy me, and I'm glad for that. After I witnessed my own ferocity in that clearing, I just want peace.
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