Little Scales Pt3 Of ??Little ScalesPart Three. Lyle had headed into the woods in search of Traes, unaware of the change he had taken. He found Traes without actually knowing that the crimson-violet Dragon was actually his close friend. Scales was asleep at this moment, and didn't know his old friend was standing a mere foot away. Scales lay on the dirt and common debris scattered about, unaware of his old human friend reaching towards him.He woke up as he suddenly felt his sensitive wings get touched by something--or someone--unknown; he shot up and immediately glared upwards at the human.Scales made no attempt to remember whether he knew this human, or to communicate. Instead, he stepped back, letting shyness go over himself as a way of being cautious."Well, you woke up quickly, little lizard... Come on, I'm taking you to my friend Traes!..." Lyle spoke as quickly as he could think, while he attempted to grab Scales.But Scales, instead, bit him so hard that blood began to drip as Lyle recoile
Little Scales PT4 Of ???Little ScalesPart Four. Scales had passed out, whilst in the presence of Lyle, his old, forgotten, human friend. Lyle panicked, and tried to awake the unconscious hatchling. "Little Dragon! Wake up! Wake up!! What happened?! It wasn't me, was it?!"A small glow appeared around Scales, in the shape of another dragon's paws. Operia was showing herself; as a full adult in form."Scales... It's okay. This human won`t harm you...""What the...?! Who are you.... WHAT are you?! I can...""I am Operia. A dragon's spirit. And the one who turned this little one into a Hatchling with no recollection of his past, as did I take away his ability to talk until he ages enough.""Operia? That's a stupid name....""Do you disrespect the very ancient in-front of you? You deserve a punishment, you insolent piece of pale-skinned refuse.""What are you? A thousand?"A low growl could be heard coming from Operia, as she stood and raised her front fore-paw. It suddenly became a solid entity as she s
Memories.Memories of friendship flow in my mind, like a long stream of peaceful dreams.The stream uninterrupted, never ending like the works of the mind.Move to present day, where they lay shattered.Pieces of light, long gone but not forgotten.Forever and truly; I will never forget.
Little Scale PT2 of ???Little Scales.Part Two.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.Scales stood, as the spirit-egg Operia watched over his slow change, from his transformation from Human to Dragon Hatchling."Little One. You seem at ease, even accepting of your new form even though I am forcing it upon you.""That's because I've been feeling so much pain as a human... But it`s lifted.""I see, Little one. So that pain is gone... Your transformation won`t cause you pain, I hope...""Even if it does...""You understand."Scales began to feel an itch, something felt like it was crawling up his arms and legs. A Feeling of weakness spread over him, which caused him to fall to his hands and knee's."It has begun."Scales clenched his fists as he noticed his skin turn a pink-like hue and harden into small plates."S-Scales.... Actual..." He trie
Little Scales Part V!Little ScalesPart VThe Moonlit Glade. Scales was still unconscious, as the night settled over the glade. Operia had faded, but as she did, a small "band" of crystal had formed around the ankle of Scales' right fore-paw. The Glade was bathed in a subtle moonlight, the sounds of the late-night forest filled the air, whilst Scales lay curled up in the dirt."Wake up little one..."A silent whimper left Scales as he slowly rose, a chill was in the air, a light fog limited Scales currently short vision."Good boy, Scales. Now go deeper into the forest. You'll be much, much safer there..."The forest floor was cold and damp, and as Scales got to his feet, he moved his paws slightly. He didn't like the cold. "You`ll be safer there, in the deeper Glades." Scales started taking little, clumsy steps, heading in the direction he thought was the "Deeper Glades". "Turn around. It's the other direction." He slowly turned, trying not to slip and fall. Scales
Ackeroth: Siege of KalenAckerothSiege Of KalenBefore The Siege__________________________________________________________________________________________The Town Of Kalen, protected by its thick stone walls, is as busy at is would be any other day, the inhabitants doing their daily work as usual.Some choose to train in the practice grounds, trying to get jobs as town guards.Alone stand two people in the center of the town, by a large fountain, which is designed to be a place of relaxation in the hectic days of Kalen.One of the two stands facing the fountain, looking into it`s clear water at his own reflection, sighing at the quite.He turns to face the other figure, as they touch his hand.It`s a woman, who is obviously close to the other, with worried look on her face."Tyson, don`t go... They don`t need you to fight!" The woman says, concerned, but calm."I have to go. If I don't, Kalen will get attacked..." Tyson says, gently grasping the girls hands."Okay, Tsuki? Me and the Militia will be fine. Tr
The Forge - Start of a lifeThe Forge.The Start of a Life.A bridge, the starting point of our story, was bathed in the fading rays of sunset, whilst the sky was a deep crimson in the fading hours of the day.A lone soul was sitting on the rails of the bridge, staring out into the coming darkness of night.A sound alerted him, so he spun around on the rails. But nothing was there on either side of the bridge.As he did another spin to watch the remaining sunset, the scales on his arm shimmered slightly in the remaining light."Another silent night..." His voice echoed slightly, only small and feeble.Once the sun had completed its transition from day to night, the young being hopped off the rails; he stood just below the railing on the bridge."I should head back to the orphanage..."He turned and started heading down the old, cracked, and damaged stone pathway.Down the path, through the cold of the settling darkness, the Metalsmith was visible. It was an old wood and stone structure with smoggy windows that ha