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DRAGON’S LINEAGE
By
Catherine M. Rainwater
I. TALIESSA & UMAGA
January 1, 1331
Taliessa stretches out, and her scales shimmer in the light that encroaches through the clouds, into her lair upon the highest mountain peak in Seixuso. It was cold all the time here this high up but she and her kind never minded such things. Taliessa had lived in this lair, watching over the Elven community of the dragon lord Io, far below in the holy temple, for over one hundred years. She knew the legend of Spyridon, the celestial dragon who had been entrapped within the planet thus named after her. However, did she believe it? Perhaps, though she couldn’t make up her mind about the whole thing. Crawling over the precious metals that lined her lair, she reaches a wall with many deep grooves and a luster that sparked when hit by the sunlight. Lifting her paw, her claws dig at the wall, leaving a pile of silvery chunks and powder on the floor below, which she promptly eats. She curled into a nice cold corner, grooming herself, thinking over the story of Spyridon.
The legend of Spyridon is a story that every dragon knows. It is more than a fable, it is something instinctively known, though told by parent to child. Part of dragon tradition. For the most part, it is only the dragons that know this story, for few tell the secrets.
Before the planet Spyridon existed, back when dragons were big enough to eat the stars themselves and fly through space, Io had only a select number of dragons that served him, and one was named Spyridon. Spyridon was gluttonous and when she was told many times to eat fewer stars, she disobeyed. One day, Io, god of the dragons, and some say god of the gods, caught her eating more than she needed and told her she was to be punished. He thought on it and decided to imprison her within a planet. Spyridon cried and begged of him not to, for who would watch her 3 children? And so Io said he would keep them near her at all times. Spyridon cried and wept and when she was imprisoned within the planet, her tears filled the oceans. Io, keeping his promise, made her 3 young children into the moons that would orbit her. They were Cristos and Amaros, her two sons, and
From the magic of her tears, onto the lands of the planet then called Spyridon, came dragons and elves. The dragons were smaller than the massive ones Io had at his side, and smaller than the dragons of the world we know. They were roughly the size of horses. And the elves were of tan skin and red hair, not the fair skin or dark skin of the elves known of this world today. The elves befriended the dragons and they lived together in peace and cooperation, some groups splitting off to worship gods other than Io, who had seen fit to bestow their gifts upon the creatures of Spyridon’s tears. But one of the goddesses who came along with it was Lolth, evil and dark in her ways, enslaving and murderous. And so the divide of elves began and the wars began, tearing the Elven race apart. Io decided to put upon the planet, humans. They would help the light seeking elves drive those who worshiped the spider queen, Lolth, underground. And with Lolth’s power and corruption, their hair became platinum, and their skin became dark gray, and they became known as Drow.
Rejoicing in their victory of banishing them, the story of Spyridon was not passed on to the humans, and it was not a legend often told by the elves, for they then had their own legends to tell. The dragons did not fully trust the humans, and pleaded with Io to help them, for they felt the humans would eventually betray them. So Io blessed the dragons, and each hatchling that came ever after for many years was bigger than the previous, more cunning, and then one day had wings, for they had not before. They became what we would know as the modern dragon today. Other races would come to Spyridon, and some would go. The elves and the dragons began to change in their habitats, creating sub races that we know today. The legend of Spyridon remained part of Dragon lore, passed down from generation to generation.
Taliessa considers her mother’s words to her about harboring the story close to her. She decides she will tell her oldest child, Lishala, the story at the hatching of her own first child. Lishala lives in her own small lair with her mate (off and on), south of Seixuso, and has two eggs awaiting hatching in her rookery, due to hatch sometime in June of the year 1331. Lishala, a priestess, often traveled into Seixuso to the temple there to worship and was told that her children were prophesized as twins who would both become clerics, a priest and priestess of Io. Worshipers dared not travel to the mountain top lair to give worship to the upcoming twins, for Lishala would chase them away, fearing thieves in her horde. Taliessa knew though that she would be allowed and prepared for the flight, stretching and licking the dew from the pine trees outside the entrance to her home.
As she gazes towards the north, towards Kio, she can see the mountain peak she knows quite well, where a Mist Dragon by the name of Umaga lives. Thinking of Umaga brought a small swirl of mist from her nose and she snorts at the snow on the ground beneath her, whipping up a billow of the dry fluffy January snow. A new year donning today, she wondered if she would see her long-time friend, Nightwing, the angel of night. He’d come to her as a child and when her mother was teaching her to fly, he would take her out for extra practice. She grew up knowing him, and thought of him as a brother of sorts, or even a father. However, Nightwing thought of her differently. He was jealous of Taliessa’s fondness of Umaga, and envied him for being a dragon. In desperation he sought out the help of a sorceress, hoping that there was something he could use at will to change himself into a dragon. The sorceress had told him to kill Umaga, which would lock away his dragon spirit at death into an orb. Nightwing was then told he’d be able to take the orb and use it to change forms. When Umaga had left the sorceress, she took an artifact ring to Umaga and left it as an offering as so many of the villagers he protected did. The ring was cursed to do exactly as the sorceress said that the orb would do, but she had tricked Nightwing, who would never know that it was in fact a ring he was after.
Taliessa decides as she stands there at the mouth of her mountain, to not wait any longer for Nightwing. Knowing nothing of where he is today, she leaps down, running upon the clouds as though they are ground, until a clearing is found, and dives through it, heading north towards Kio. It’s a short flight, perhaps 20 minutes, and then she dives down, to the snowbound earth below, landing in the mountains there beside a pool of water and a waterfall. She smiles at the waterfall and stands there for quite some time, laying down a while to rest in the sun. The sound of the water trickling instead of roaring is the only thing that tells her that she isn’t alone. Umaga comes out from his lair behind the falls and curls up against her, stretching out like a cat and then rolls over playfully, flopping his legs over her back with a stream of mist issuing from his nose. Giving a laugh, she rolls over to her back to look up at the morning sky and he lays his head across her scaled chest.
“Good morning Umaga. Have you seen Nightwing yet this morning flying about?” Taliessa asked to Umaga as he chortled a little when her tail reaches up to scratch behind his ear.
“No. I never really see him anyway. He likes you too much you know.” Umaga teased, nipping playfully at her chin.
Dragons were supposed to only associate themselves with those of their own sub-species. Cloud Dragons with Cloud Dragons, and Mist Dragons with Mist Dragons, it was the same with all, red, black, gold, silver, it made no difference. Their love was kept secret in this little water pool and behind the falls. They each mated with their own types but their hearts belonged to each other.
“Do you think so?” Taliessa stood and stretched, rubbing herself against the rocky walls to relieve and itch.
“You’re trying to make me jealous. It won’t work. I know you too well for that.” He laid there and watched as she pretended to make sure the area carried her scent to ward off any other female dragons.
She laughed and walked back over to him, returning a few nips to his neck and then nuzzled his nose with her own.
“I’m going to see Lishala and check on my grandchildren. I’d like to stop by and make sure she isn’t going insane up there by herself. The villagers are terrified of her.” Taliessa sat, grooming herself as she spoke.
“Give her my blessings. Speaking of which, I received a ring today as an offering. I’ve received gold before but never jewels like this. I’m wearing it now, though in my human form. I will show it to you tonight, if you decide you’re lonely enough to spend your free time keeping me company.” Umaga smirked as Taliessa chortled and chuckled.
“All right, I’ll come straight back here tonight. I’m afraid though to leave my lair so undefended for so long.”
“You need a mate living with you. Or better yet, to move in with a mate.” He playfully tackles her while grinning. She trumpets a laugh and bites gently at his neck. “But really, Tali, there’s no way anyone can get up there. I’m sure it will be safe.”
“You know how it is…but I know you are right.” She rolls him off of her and shakes herself off, moving towards a south facing cliff. “I should go. The sooner I get there, the sooner I can come back here.” Giving a smile, she nuzzles him again and then spreads her wings, jumping off the cliff to fly south.
The trip isn’t anything special, as she flies down past her own lair, circling once and then continues on to a lair south of Seixuso. Landing outside the cave she bellows to let Lishala know she has arrived and is greeted fondly by Lishala, giving a purr, and they nuzzle, rubbing sides before going inside. Lishala takes her mother to the rookery which is coated in ice, and frost, cold to the point of freezing. Cloud Dragons need cold, not heat, to hatch their young. Lishala lies down in the rookery, shuffling snow around and Taliessa joins her.
“You’ve been to see Umaga, haven’t you?” Lishala points out in a lightly accusing tone to her mother.
“Aye, what does it matter? Umaga is my friend.” Taliessa watches her daughter carefully.
“You know what the Great Council will think if they find out.”
“I don’t care what they think, to be honest. We have done nothing wrong.” Taliessa stands and walks over to the two silvery rainbow colored eggs, turning them over and they wiggle. She chortles and nuzzles them both.
“Mother, I know how you feel for him, but shouldn’t you just find a Cloud Dragon mate to stay with you? Perhaps my father?”
“But I don’t love him. I love Umaga. We will do nothing against the Great Council rules, but they cannot say who I can and cannot associate with.”
Lishala stands and stretches, sticking her tongue out to feel the temperature of the room. After a few moments, she inhales deeply and then releases an icy blast of frost over the eggs, cooling the room more and the eggs as well.
“Umaga refuses to take a mate, either.” Taliessa adds to their conversation.
“Good for Umaga, but you’re a female. It’s not safe for you to be by yourself all the time as you are. What if red dragons came and attacked you?”
“If anything were happening where I live, Umaga would know it, and he would come to my aid. Nightwing, too, comes around and would protect me. Umaga has asked me to join him anyway.”
“You can’t do that. And by the way, Nightwing is infatuated with you. You need to be careful of him. I know he is an angel, but I don’t trust him.”
“Neither does Umaga trust him, but I’ve known Nightwing my whole life, and he is an angel after all.” She nuzzles her daughter again. “I should go. I think there is a blizzard coming. I will come back to see you in a few days.”
“Alright, but be careful. It was good seeing you. You should come more often.” Lishala nuzzles her mother back and lies down again to watch over her precious treasure.
“I will be and I will come again. Goodbye.” Taliessa leaves Lishala’s rookery a little annoyed though she tries not to show it.
She knows Lishala meant well, but it was always the same thing from everyone. “Don’t be seen with Umaga.” “Don’t get caught with Umaga.” “You shouldn’t be alone in your lair.” “Find a lair mate.” She didn’t want a lair mate, she wanted Umaga, and for everyone else to mind their own business. This wasn’t the way of the dragons, though. It was not right to mate with a dragon of a different species; the hatchlings would be monstrous, and destroyed.
As she stuck her muzzle out onto the ledge of the lair, she could see the hazy appearance that fine snow gives when it fills the sky. Sticking her tongue out, she catches some of the snow, tasting it to see what it can tell her. Indeed a snowstorm was on its way. It would perhaps be a blizzard, for the clouds looked thick with the powder. She gazes down to the valley below full of fir trees and watches as the deep green branches become less visible. It would take her nearly 45 minutes to fly home. And while the cold did not bother her, at the altitudes she flew in, there would be some terrible winds. This snow wouldn’t affect her in the least, as she flies above the cloud cover whenever possible. Her scales bristle slightly in the wind, and her mane of white hair, blows around. The texture of her hair is more like fur and won’t snarl. She shakes her head, freeing the collected snow from her lashes and muzzle. Spreading her wings, she steps forward off of the cliff, her claws gripping at the rocky surface as she shoves off hard with her back feet, jetting forward and down at first. With the normal microburst winds that come up the side of the cliff in such weather, she is caught and uses it to her advantage to lift herself higher up towards the clouds above.
It doesn’t take her long before she breaks through the clouds, trailing them behind her in a line from her tail. Again, she shakes her head off, shaking the cloud mist from her mane. Her front paws, covered in fur, knead at the air somewhat, as she settles into a glide. She loved the feeling of soaring up here, though she feels the winds, and has to battle them to stay aloft. Her trip home is rough and slightly turbulent but she manages to get there safely, and the blizzard was settling in over the land. Unable to see Umaga’s lair from her own with the storm, she leaves her lair and carefully makes her way in its direction.
The sound of the waterfall lets her know she’s approaching it, as she nears, dipping down towards the landing. The snow was heavy and thick upon the ground, cushioning her rough decent onto the rocky surface. Giving a bellow, she enters the cave without waiting for Umaga to greet her outside. Within, the richly kept lair is a welcome sight and smell as she crawls towards the awaiting Umaga who has lifted his head, watching her enter the lair.
“You are cold…and wet.” He kidded.
“There’s a blizzard. Have you not looked outside the last hour?” She nuzzles against him though she has no need for warmth.
“You flew here in a blizzard? You shouldn’t have come; flying in that even for you is dangerous.”
“I know, but I didn’t want to be alone tonight and you did invite me after all.” She purrs, curling over onto her back.
“I want to hold you. Let’s change.” Umaga stood, smiling down at Taliessa.
With a nod of her head, Taliessa and Umaga both begin to shrink. Their scales smooth over, turning a pale cream color, soft to the touch. Their forms change into those of humans with lightly pointed ears, not quite human and not quite Elven. Umaga’s hair darkens into a red, while Taliessa’s darkens into a teal ocean blue. Umaga sits down then beside her and pulls her over to him, lying upon the cold metal littered floor, just holding each other. As dragons they couldn’t hold much with their arms as they were, and their soft human-like skin was softer this way. They aren’t by dragon law, allowed to be mates, but they share a few kisses, listening to the barrage of the waterfall. Umaga speaks of his own children, mostly sons. And Taliessa tells Umaga of her hopes for Donneshay, her own son, and her two daughters Lishala and Marguerite.
Marguerite, who had taken two mates and made her lair in the clouds over the northernmost continent, has four children, and three eggs nesting currently. She was the third to hatch. Lishala had been first, and Donneshay had been second to hatch. Marguerite, however, was angry with her mother. And Donneshay felt the same way. They couldn’t understand why their mother wouldn’t allow her season-time mate live with her in her lair. Or why she refused to mate again with him. They knew their mother harbored feelings for a Mist Dragon, however, and this was forbidden by the Council. Taliessa rarely visited them. Donneshay had three mates, and traveled between their lairs, each with two eggs in their rookeries located out in the west, in Shareem. So neither Donneshay nor Marguerite was close enough for a quick trip as she did with Lishala.
As they lay there watching the shadows form the torches lining the walls, cast upon the ceiling of the lair, words of the great wyrms in the council come to them, about abominations that would spring forth from the unions between different species, which must be destroyed. The heralding of an evil time when Red Dragons would mate with Gold Dragons, creating a hybrid of immense power, who is evil. Let one and you let them all. Taliessa curled against him, feeling the heat of his body against her own cold skin and wondered to herself what a hybrid Mist Dragon and Cloud Dragon would be like…if it would even be possible, since they were so different. She knew it probably would be possible, but what would the end result be? Maybe if they left Seixuso they could find out. No. She had to watch over Seixuso, and he had to watch over Kio. And then there was Lishala who Taliessa needed to tell the histories to.
Umaga was having the same thoughts as he drapes his arm around her, kissing at her neck. He loved the scent of Taliessa’s human form as much as her normal form. There is a metallic musk that dragons carry from sleeping upon coins, mixed with their own smell. Some Cloud Dragons nested in the clouds, and smelled of rain. Taliessa chose a standard lair, though above the cloud level. Umaga smiles as Taliessa rolls over in his arms and gives him a kiss, returning his smile.
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The sound of metal against metal rings up the mountainside as they sleep still intertwined with each other. It is softened by the sound of the water churning in the small water pool outside the lair. Taliessa wakes with a start, sitting upright and turns to Umaga, shaking him gently.
“Umaga…something is wrong, we must see. Wake up.” Taliessa manages to awaken him and he sits up, and then stands, his skin taking on the appearance of wearing a silk brocade robe. He reaches down to pull her up.
“Change to your normal form and fly home. Check your lair. Don’t go near those sounds.” Umaga pressures her to leave and fly to safety.
Taliessa does as he says, changing, and flying back to her lair. Below, she can see the
Umaga stays in his human form, and steps out of his lair upon hearing footfall outside. He thought it might be a villager coming to seek refuge or help, which he was preparing to offer. The moment he clears the waterfall, a set of hands, powerful hands, shove at him, slamming him into the wall. He reels as the wind is knocked out of him, and feels the blow to his jaw connect. Someone from the battle below had come to pick a fight perhaps.
Taliessa’s things being in order, she leaves her lair to come back to Umaga’s lair, wanting to help in any way that she can. As she flies over the village, she notices that those in strange uniforms all stop in fear at the sight of her. They weren’t used to seeing a dragon. And they weren’t from the
Umaga swings back after the initial hit to the face, landing his own hits at the attackers face, and realizes her knows this being. It’s Nightwing! Nightwing pulls a short sword from within its sheath, swinging it at Umaga, who is unarmed. Unable to block with anything, he puts his arm up to prevent the sword from hitting his head as he stumbles back into the pool of water after slipping on a patch of ice. The searing pain to his arm is apparent immediately. The lack of a hand is not as quickly noticed. Umaga shifts his form to his dragon form, in agony, his blood hitting the icy water and steaming.
Taliessa hears Umaga’s voice scream out when his hand was cut off, and immediately turns her attention towards his lair, speeding towards it as fast as she can. The smell of Umaga’s blood is noticed first as she reaches the lair’s cliff, just in time to see Nightwing and Umaga fighting, and Nightwing’s blade slicing in through Umaga’s side towards his heart. Umaga bellows out, his body turning to steam at first, but the damage was done, and he cannot hold the form of steam as his body reforms, falling like lead to the cold water. He lays his head down on the shore of the pond, eyes fixed upon Taliessa who watches in horror, changing into her human form to lift Umaga’s human form hand which had fallen. Nightwing stands, unknowing of her presences, glaring at Umaga as though it had been some great prize.
Taliessa’s heart pounds in her chest, as she feels the whipping winds breach over the cliffs on which they stand. Small ice pellets hit her face, cutting small gouges into her cheek as the hail hits her fresh soft skin. Her love laying there looks so helpless that she just wants to scream out to him, but she doesn’t. She must remain quiet as she watches, careful not to make a sound.
“Now she can be mine, for you see, I can take your form.” Nightwing laughs as he kicks at the dying dragon’s injured front leg.
Umaga trumpets a growl that loosens rock, which falls down the cascading slopes of the mountain ledge. The air, despite being cold, is foggy with the mist issuing forth from the heat of his blood, touching the icy cold waters in which he lays. He can feel the cold water filling his wound, his lungs becoming tighter as his air is choked off, drowning in the invading water and his own blood. Small strings of the blood drool down from his gaping mouth, spilling over his already red beard.
The attack to his hand had loosened the gem from the ring and she plucks it from the setting, slipping it into her pocket…she knew Umaga was done for, and wanted something of his to remember him by. Humans often kept the matrimonial rings of their dearly departed, and she figures this is about the same concept. Frosty tears spill over her cheeks blinding her as they cling to her lashes, and she changes back into her dragon form. Nightwing notices the sounds of something large moving behind him and turns to face Taliessa in her full out dragon form. Behind him, Umaga closes his eyes, as Taliessa watches on. Soft crooning sobs escape her throat as she sees him trying to move.
“Tali…go…” The pained words issue forth as the blood spills out from his mouth and his dying breath escapes. His body vanishes in an explosion, turning into a cloud of steam, rising up in the mist of the falls.
Taliessa lets out a hiss, pawing at the ground as she watches Nightwing who appears to be in shock that she’d seen it. Her heart feels as though it’s breaking in her chest, and she snarls out a roar at him, which shakes the mountain and brings him to his knees, clutching his ears. Unable to hold herself together from crying and sobbing, she turns into a wisp of cloud and retreats to her own lair. Landing there she feels ill at ease and as fast as she can, speeds south towards Lishala.
Her large body slides in through the opening without voicing any warning upon her rough arrival and she sobs out her trumpet. Lishala clamors from the rookery and finds her mother lying upon the lair floor, crying, her front paws covering her snout. Lishala approaches her and nuzzles her in fear, wondering why she’s so upset.
“Nightwing…he killed him! I saw it with my own eyes!” Taliessa blubbered out in her split-tone voice which all dragons have; one metallic and the other human sounding. Her figure shifted into her human form and she pulls out the gem, setting it at Lishala’s paws. “Take this…take it and keep it. It was his and I couldn’t bear if something of his did not survive. It’s special, I can sense it, but I don’t know why. Keep it…I will come for it again no matter what. Understand what I am saying? I will come again.”
Lishala’s mood turns frantic. Her mother was speaking of death and rebirth! She pulls the fragile human body of her mother against her cold scales with her furry paw.
“Don’t you dare! Don’t say such things!” Lishala couldn’t continue, she felt something wasn’t right.
“I must go now…he will come for me, and can sense me. I can’t have him here. He will kill you too if he knows you know. Lisha, please, listen to my words…you get yourself out if he comes. You can have another clutch but you get yourself out!” Her form shifts as she runs towards the entrance, bounding away from her daughter as the sounds of the coins at her feet clink and clatter.
She didn’t take any time getting into the air, diving off of the cliff and round the mountain to head east. Leading him away seems like the only logical thing to do. There was a good red dragon that she knew of, probably the only one she ever heard of to be good, a ways to the northeast, if she could get there, perhaps he could help her.
She could feel Nightwing’s presence as she makes her way towards Kio. He catches up with her, though, in Taltoua and forces her to land by tackling her back. She brings him down in a rage, flinging herself into a lake, trying to shake him loose and then climbs from it, Nightwing is still attached. He falls off finally when she shakes the ice chunks from her mane. The lake had been covered in a layer of ice. Holding his hand up to her, he forces her to change into her human form using magic.
Taliessa bellows out, which turns into a scream as she shrinks down to her knees in the field. A series of fissures curtain the area with steam. She sobs again; hugging her knees to her naked form as a simple chemise appears, covering her. She was too upset to make anything elaborate to wear. He steps over to her, crouching down before her and sets his hands upon her shoulders.
“Taliessa, I did what I was bid to do.” He lies but narrows his eyes, sensing something. “You carry his seeds and the council would have him, you, and the offspring destroyed. You know that.”
Taliessa looks at him in shock. White trails line her cheeks where her icy tears had fallen. He had to be lying. He had to. She shakes her head mournfully. She wasn’t in season; there was no way for her to have conceived if she wasn’t in season.
“Believe me. It is the truth, but I couldn’t kill you. You know that.” His hand slides up her neck to her jaw, cupping it to lift her gaze to his. “Come with me. Be with me. The council will never know this ever happened.”
Taliessa watches him in pure hatred. Listening to his words which were making her feel sick or perhaps it was the fact she would need to find a rookery today. Her hand swings up, finding its mark upon his cheek as her anger grew within her, and her simple chemise turns into a long gown.
“How dare you speak to me in this way! You murdered him in jealousy and will be damned by the gods! You murdered him! I loved him and you murdered him!” She felt as though she were losing it again and sobs the words as she speaks. “Be gone from my sight and I never want to see you again lest I curse you into the pits of oblivion!” She shoves at him to get him away from her and changes her form back into that of a dragon, leaving the
Taliessa speeds towards a small group of homes with one road, in an unnamed village, just barely north east of Taltoua. Her sorrow consumes her. She can’t go back. Landing a mile out of the village, fearing she will scare them, she walks the mile into town, collapsing finally at the hut bearing Io’s symbol. It is a small temple of sorts, meant generally for private worship, and the priest steps out, lifting the collapsed girl and brings her into the hut to rouse her.
Waking up when she feels the water splashed down onto her face, she rolls over and is sick. The man blinks, watching this girl, as her stomach contents reach the floor, containing what appears to be platinum.
“Oye, hey, what did you eat metal for? No wonder you’re so sick.” He hands her a rag, and a dipper of water.
“I am a dragon, young priest of Io. I am in desperate need of your help.”
The priest was terrified suddenly backing away, but when Taliessa sees this, she breaks down crying again, sobbing out her story to him. She begs him not to leave her, and not to run. She promises that she eats no meat and needs only dew and metal or rain water. The priest finally settles himself down and introduces himself.
“I apologize Lady Dragon.” Apologizing and kneeling before her as she lays on one of the pews. “I am Berdinad, a priest of Io as you know already. I am at your service.”
“I need a cave or some place I can make very cold…where no one will bother…and it needs to be very large. Is there anything of that sort here?”
“There are in the mountains, perhaps, but not here in the village.”
“That will be all right I suppose. For now though, I think I need sleep.” Taliessa closes her eyes. The flights on top of everything else had exhausted her.
