The first thing she experienced was dreaming. She dreamt of many things, but mostly of her past. Well, not exactly her past, but the past of her ancestors. She saw dragons, flying through the sky, fighting battles, and one day she saw a white dragon with an elf upon its back. From that dream onwards, she saw many of the human-backed dragons. Then, her dreams turned ugly. She saw an evil human on the back of a demented black dragon. He and his followers began to kill all of the others. She then saw a shadowy figure; her mother. She could not tell color or age, but the dragon was speaking to her. She was teaching her, mentoring her, preparing her for things to come. Suddenly, she saw two figures, rushing and hurrying, about to panic. They flew into a desert, the Hadarac, and set her egg among a cluster of red-rock spires. Her mother bent inwards and said Live my young one. I must hide you in safety now, but know that I will always love you. I love you, my dear Phalynx. And now, I give you my memories. That was all Phalynx heard. The dreaming ended as she learned her name, and all was darkness.

The first sense she fully gained awareness of was hearing. She could hear desert creatures sniffing about near the spire bottom, she could hear the desert breeze, she could hear her heartbeat above all other things. Then, she could see. All was darkness, of course, but she could still see.

One day, Phalynx heard a rustling. Something was climbing up the spire. Phalynx was uneasy, especially when that something, only a desert cayote, began to fumble with her egg. Suddenly, a crack appeared. It seemed there was a weak spot in her egg. The sunlight hit her squarely on her right eye, blinding her. The cayote left, but Phalynx would be forever marked by a thin stripe of gold on her bright green right eye. It would eventually change her life.

Finally, Phalynx got a sudden urge; the urge to expand, to move. She pressed outwards, and in minutes, was breathing her first air as her snout poked from her egg. The silver dragon finally cracked the shell open, and was free. A night sky met her.

Phalynx lived for a few days on the spire, hunting insects. However, she sensed a storm coming; the storm of the millenia. It hit with full force, and the gully where her spire rested was soon damp. Suddenly, Phalynx heard a low tremor; a flash flood! She scrambled to the top of the spire and cried out, thunder and lightning beating about her. She cried desperately for help, as the wave of water headed straight for her spire, threatening to wash her away and end her short existence before it had begun.

Ooc: This is my first RP, and the rest of my posts won't be this long, obviously. I hope to have some fun here, but first things first, somebody needs to come save my dragon (or attack her, if you're evil!)

OOC- how about both? and hope you don't mind me joining.

Reik wasn't happy to feel his soaking wet clothes in the desert. He had come for dryness, and warmth, and it was just his luck that it should rain. Drawing his sword, he heated up some flames and started to dry himself, but before he finished he heard a pitiful squealing sound. He looked up to see a baby dragon trembling on top of a spire. Growling in annoyance, Reik decided to put it out of its suffering. Taking out his bow, he aimed it straight at the tiny creature's heart and pulled the string. He saw the arrow fly toward its target, then break in half and fall to the floor, bursting in flames. He growled again and turned around.

Mesaraih had barely had time to stop the arrow with magic. He could understand that Reik was trying to kill him, but a baby dragon. Had the evil spread so much already? Or maybe he was just having one of those moments when a surge of uncontrollable malice went up. But for now it did not matter. He didn't have time to face Reik. He had to save the dragon. Still flying on Fenirexes, he flew straight through the side of the spire and got the baby dragon from atop of it. He gently put it in his pocket and started to fly away. It would be too dangerous to try and fight Reik at the moment.

Phalynx held on for her life as a massive (red right) dragon suddenly swooped out of the sky, just as an arrow aimed at her was destroyed. The rider atop the dragon scooped her up. Phal clung to his clothing as the dragon brought them out of the gully. They landed on a cliff-top a ways away. The storm would have been deadly to fly in. Hi. Who are you?, was all Phal managed to squeak (mentally of course). She looked at the adult dragon with awe, hardly believing that she had been saved.

Ooc: In all of the other RPs that I participate in, Phalynx will be old enough to fly, and maybe breathe fire. Thanks for rescuing her! Yay!

OOC- yeah, he's red. and you're welcome.

Mesaraih was glad to see a dragon being born, but it was strange and rare nonetheless. A dragon didn't appear in the desert every day. Fenirexes looked curiously at the small dragon. Hello. My name is Fenerixes, and this is my rider Mesaraih, he said. Then he heard another dragon enter his mind and give directions. Both he and Mesaraih wanted to ask questions, but the dragon sounded serious, so they decided to follow him.

Reik wasn't happy to be carried by a dragon, especially not one that seemed to be with Mesaraih, but he seemed to have no choice.

OOC-sorry, I guess I skipped over that.

OOC: Ummmm, Faefnir grabbed him and carried him to safety. Edit it plz.

Aeraldi flew fast, it had been a long time since he had seen a dragon as small as he. He flew with confidence determined to see the new life, talking with himself as he regularly did.
And you're not going to harm the child?
Never, for all the faults you see in me I don't attack things that can't fight back.
What do you mean?
For what I am, I am still a dragon. Any of our young is precious, and must be kept protected.
Then what excuse do you have in Du Weldenvarden?
Aeraldi thought for a moment on this before answering. Freedom.
Aeraldi kept flying. For now, the child was safe from him. He couldn't be too sure about later though. Good thing he didn't have long to think on it as the torrential rains finally revealed the dragon fortress to him.
Faefnir, I require shelter from the storm! Allow me passage! Although when he got closer he realised that he didn't need to ask as the door was already open, waiting for another dragon and his rider to enter. Aeraldi, being polite, waited at the entrance and tried to find a little shelter from the storm.

Don't worry Faefnir, even monsters like me have standards. Aeraldi said, trying to get a look at the new dragon. It is nice to know that our race isn't dying. Aeraldi edged himself closer to Phalynx and finally, in thousands of years, saw another dragon that was smaller than he.
Welcome to the world young one.
Aeraldi was intrigued about seeing the new dragon, it seemed to make his anger disappear.

Incredible isn't it? So young, and so untouched by the worries of this world.
Makes me long for the time when we had the chance to raise one. I suppose that time will never come now.
Don't lose hope, we will one day. When we are one. This land is not the only one inhabited by dragons. Remember that.
I have never forget it.
Aeraldi looked up at Kerstov and said to him, As you would have heard Faefnir say, my name is Aeraldi. What I am though, is a different story and one that will be shown later.

Ooc: Perhaps we should switch places in this RP, ILS, seeing as you're the one giving Phalynx the tour.

OOC: Actually, we can't because you haven't joined me yet.

Ooc: Ah, yes, of course. I shall join you now then.

Ic: Phalynx glanced at the others as they left, wondering what they would talk about. She turned and bounded over to join Faefnir, wondering how big this place really was. Your home is really cool! I can't wait to see it!, she said in awe. Phal admired the huge dragon greatly, knowing that he was both wise and kind. She walked hurriedly over to him, slightly intimidated by his size. He was most certainly a very ancient dragon. Phal was eager to see his home, curious about the many secrets it could contain.

Aeraldi trodded along the floor, shaking himself once to be rid of the water within his scales. After reaching the door with the food inside Aeraldi wondered if he had been catered for. Sure enough there was an area meant for Dragons to eat filled with a plentiful amount of food. Aeraldi helped himself to the meal but didn't take more than he needed, while he was grateful that there was food here he hated that he had not gathered it himself. He thought then just how much he felt like his other side.

OOC: Wow. Interesting twist ILS.

IC: Phalynx was stunned, of course. She sat for a while, thinking things over. How could she be the half-sister of a dragon so old? He seemed ancient. What stunned her even more was that this meant that she was nearly as old, if time in the egg were to be counted. I'm... not sure what to say..., she said, stunned. She waited for Faefnir to go on.

Forgive me if this comes as a shock, especially for one of your age, but you are my sister. I just felt I had to tell you now where the information will not be as much of a shock as it could have been.

OOC: Pass turn.

Aeraldi loathed coming here, simply because it reduced his freedom to this fortress. There was nothing to do, other than talk to the others which he didn't enjoy too much. Even though he was surrounded with others, he always felt alone.

OOC: Pass

Aeraldi heard the scream of pain and ran towards it. It sounded human, so it could only be one of the humans there. He just hoped that there wasn't going to be a fight in tis place, it would anger Faefnir terribly. His claws clacking against the stone ground made it obvious that he was approaching, but when he got there he was stunned. Never in his lifetime had he ever seen a bring hurt themselves physically, this was new to him. He just looked at the man with the knife through his arm.

I don't understand? Why would you cause yourself harm? Aeraldi was completely stupified. He had seen species eat their own kind for food, even kill ones that they love for their own survival. But he had never seen anything so strange. Why?

OC: The blood is on the floor around Kerstov really. Not on the walls.

IC: Kerstov then remembered where and why he learned this. Not for the reason of forgetting his past and to kill himself. "Something I learned from somebody once." he responded. He put his hand over the symbol and then removed it...the blood and symbol disappeared but his wound remained. "I have to return!" he suddenly screamed. "How could I be so stupid! I have to keep searching! Why did I stop!?" he continued screaming. He held his head and started rocking back and forth in his insanity of losing and not finding his family.

Faefnir quickly rushed to Kerstov's side and wrapped his wing around him. Hey, hey, hey. Calm down. You're safe here. Now tell me what is wrong. Where must you return to? Who are you searching for?

OOC: Sorry, it was the best I could do. And I'll get that post edited.

Aeraldi felt pity on the man as he knew what things can happen to lose one's sanity. He was a product of it himself. Kerstov, tell us what is wrong. If staying is causing you harm then leave, nothing keeps you here. We can help if-
Times up. Aeraldi interrupted.
Can it wait a few seconds more?
No, it must be done now.
Aeraldi sighed and moved away from the others quickly, sometimes his transformations were terribly violent. He closed his eyes and began to feel the pain that accompanied the change, his body shuddered involuntarily with spasms and slowly his scales changed to black. His spikes grew longer and sharper, his claws lengthed and shaded to black. His appearance looked simply menacing, yet he was still the small dragon he was.
Greetings to you all. Aeraldi said in his voice that was considerably different to Aeraldi's.

Mesaraih looked in shock at the transformation Aeraldi had gone through. He had never seen anything like that happen before.

OOC-Pass

OOC: This is basically a pass turn.

Faefnir became startled and stopped Phalynx's approach to the black Aeraldi. Little sister, be careful with him. He could seriously hurt you. Aeraldi, I would appreciate it if you didn't cause any trouble in front of my sister.

OOC-Pass

OOC: Pass. This is kinda between you all.

OOC-Pass

OC: Pass. Apparently who cares....

OOC: I care.

Faefnir sighed as Kerstov snapped out of his insanity fit. There were so many aspects to this man that were mysterious, Faefnir finally had to surrender to his true thoughts: Kerstov was the most fascinating man he had ever seen in his life. It's good to see you back to normal, Kerstov. Then Faefnir heard the bump upstairs and noticed out of the corner of his eye the golden stipe on Phalynx's eye begin to glow. Phalynx, what do you see? After she answered, Faefnir slowly climbed up the wall with his claws, utilizing the hidden footholds he had built in there. Then he started to open a secret trapdoor in the roof and out of it tumbled.... Faefnir leaped down to the ground floor and stepped in front of Phalynx as the Lethblaka and Ra'zac came tumbling down from the roof. Everybody stand your ground! One Lethrblaka cannot defeat all of us! Then he spoke to Kerstov in private. Let's see how good you are with that sword. You're going to need all the skill you got. Then he focused his thoughts on Phalynx. If something happens to me and we get seperated, I want you to run to that empty room right over there. Not the one with the man in it, the other one. Lock yourself in, and I will come get you when the time is right.

Kerstov stood in his position admiring the fighting. He was thinking if he was to try to help, he would only be in the way; so, he did not move.

OC: Pass....

Faefnir eyed Kerstov as he engaged the Lethrblaka. Pay attention closely, young one. You will want to know how wicked fast these things are. The Lethrblaka fought with the same style, except Faefnir was a little slower, yet stronger. His ivory talons tore pieces out of the Lethrblaka's grey skin, while the Lethrblaka barely scratched his old, battle-hardened scales. They used tail, claws, and teeth the same way, but Faefnir, along with Aeraldi and Fenirexes, claimed an easy victory. But while they were fighting, the Ra'zac snuck around the battle and ended up behind Kerstov. As he turned around, the Ra'zac breathed in Kerstov's face, causing him to become paralyzed with fear. It's horrid, humongous beak clicked as the Ra'zac looked at Kerstov hungrily. Faefnir heard nothing of Phalynx's message.

OOC: Sorry bout the GM, Kerstov. I'm hoping it'll allow you to learn more about the Ra'zac, at least everything essential.

Faefnir smiled and roared in triumph as the Lethrblaka and Ra'zac fled, whimpering all the way back to Uru'baen. Then he heard Kerstov say that Phalynx was missing. Faefnir instantly went into worry mode and started looking around for her. When she was nowhere in the fortress, Faefnir hoped she wasn't where he thought she was: the room where Reik was. He slowly went toward the door and motioned for the others to follow him. Get ready, everyone. This could be rough. Then Faefnir opened the door and allowed everyone to go inside before he did.

OOC: Sorry again for the GM.

OOC: redshurtugal, it's your turn.

Edit: Oh, he's gone. Who do you think should take care of his chary?

OOC: This rp hasn't been active for a very, very long time. But I'm going to finish it now. Just to warn you, whoever's involved in this rp I'm going to godmod your charries for just a moment. (But only like a necessary amount to end this rp.)

IC: Phalynx huddled in the entrance of the hole, watching Reik as he fought the evil inside him. She suddenly saw the door open, and her friends appeared inside as if by magic. They looked furious, especially Faefnir. The golden dragon seemed to scan the room hastily to look for her. Phal let out a loud hatchling squeak and jumped off the ledge. Faefnir! I'm okay! Reik is controlling his evil! she cried, hoping he wouldn't attack Reik. Though he was dangerous, Phal knew that if he could fight off whatever evil he had, he did not deserve to be killed.

Mesaraih drew his sword and aimed it at Reik's chest warningly. Aeraldi came forward to stand by Phal as she ran over to Faefnir. The storm will end soon, it's getting lighter, he said, and Faefnir nodded.

"Fenirexes and I will get rid of Reik for you when the storm ends," Mesaraih said, still eyeing Reik warily. The group backed out of the room, all of them obviously relieved that the little silver dragon was unharmed.

When the storm let up, Mesaraih and Fenirexes went out at the same time as Reik to make sure he left, and Phal said her goodbyes to them. Not long after, Kerstov left, and eventually Aeraldi with a few departing words to Faefnir. Phal was still in awe of the nature of the small dragon, and though she still had many questions, knew that there would be plenty of time for their answers later on.

Phalynx spent the next week at the Fortress, learning from her big brother. She found out that Faefnir had a mate and two eggs that were almost ready to hatch, and that they would go to see them hatch soon. She was excited about the whole thing, and danced around happily when Faefnir anounced that they would leave for the Dragon Mountain the next day. She was so happy, in fact, that she began flapping her wings hard enough to raise herself off the ground. For the rest of the day, Phalynx was practicing her flight, which was easy enough on her rather awkwardly large wings. She didn't realize that flight after only two weeks was remarkable for a young dragon.

Phalynx's story had only begun, and she was soon to see that her life would be one filled with adventure.