Two people were out in a forest.
Traes and Lyle.They were camping there on a trip, and the younger of the two, Traes, who referred to himself as "Scales", was in his tent, asleep.
This is where the story begins.
They were camping there on a road trip, and the son, Traes, who referred to himself as "Scales", was in his tent, asleep.
This is where the story begins.
Scales was asleep soundly in his tent, over the past few days he had been feeling pain throughout his entire body.
He didn't alert anybody, not even his friend, Lyle.
A sound like a beautiful, yet drawn out wind chime could be heard throughout the camp through the night. It made everyone but Scales drift into a deep sleep, where as it woke Scales up.
Scales didn't make a sound or say anything as he sat up and grabbed a torch, stood up and exited his tent. But when he looked in the direction of the sound, he saw a bright, entrancing light. He wanted to go towards it as if attracted to the light.
He strode through the forest barefoot, feeling the cold and damp ground as he went along, trying to avoid rocks, sticks, and anything that could harm him along the way to the light.
A mound of dirt was Scales last obstacle, but it was easy for him to traverse. He simply wanted to see that light up close, so he wouldn't let himself get stuck on something so simple.
The source of light was a floating crystalline egg-shaped orb, the light it gave off was dazzling. Scales moved closer to the crystal to get a closer look at it, but his curiosity was about to get the better of him, as he reached towards the egg to touch the surface. He heard a voice in his mind, that of a female unlike anything he had heard.
"Traese... Young Traese. You have arrived."
"W-What? Who's that? How do you know my name?"
"You do not understand, Traes? Embrace the Crystal, and let yourself succumb to it`s beauty. Then You will understand."
"Why should I? How do you know my real name? W-Who`s..."
"Shall I call you by the name you chose for yourself, Traes? Scales, is it?"
"Y-Yes..." Traes found himself feeling weak compared to the unkown voice. He wanted to turn and run, but his body was failing him.
"I know you're afraid, Scales... If you so choose, you may leave... "
"N-No... I`ll stay... But... What is... What... Your Name...?"
"I am Operia. A Dragon Spirit. I know who you are because you came into contact with.... Me."
"O-Operia? That sounds.... Ancient...?"
"I`m only a hatchling."
"So, You died... In you're egg?"
"Yes, Scales. "
Scales was shocked.
"Why do you want me to hug you're egg...?"
"I want you to take on the form of a Dragon Hatchling... But it will come at a cost, but you first get to choose one thing from your life to keep."
"You want me to WHAT?!"
"Take on the form of Dragon Hatchling."
"... Operia... I-I accept.... I`ll do it... And as for the thing I want to keep with me... My Memories of friends."
"Then The price of your transformation shall be your ability to speak. You can learn to speak again, but not until you've grown past the stage of Hatchling, Little one."
"I have one request.... Can you give me a name, seeing as I will no longer remember my own?"
"You already have a name. It`s Scales."
"Then I thank you, Operia. Will I ever get to speak to you again?"
"Of course... Now Embrace, Little one."
Scales stepped forward and willingly took on this change. He felt his memories clear; he felt his pain lift as it was replaced by the sensation of his body changing.