Post by Mellody on Sept 6, 2009 17:15:46 GMT -5
THE LOST DRAGONS
[/color][/center]There are some stories that were never meant to be told.
There are some things that should never have happened.
There are some creatures....
....that never should have been born.
[/SIZE][/i][/color][/font]Dragons are meant to protect. They are designed that way, the need to defend humanity woven into their very genetic makeup. They are incapable of lifting so much as a claw against others except under the most dire of circumstances, unable to wish dead anything but Thread. All of their aggression is channeled straight toward that evil and ancient energy. Fighting Thread is the purpose of their existence.
So what happens when Thread disappears?
SINTHERA WEYR
Thread has been gone for five hundred Turns. Pern is safe at last. Or is it?
Danger lingers still, but the deadly force now comes not from without, but from within. From the very deepest and oldest heart of Pern itself. The danger now comes from the very dragons that once protected Pern. The dragons no longer have anything to protect, and they were never meant to be so.
And so they cracked. Some were fine, of course. And most that weren't just fell into apathy, or hunted clouds and birds as a surrogate for Thread. But in the young weyr of Sinthera, more dangerous storms brew. Strange dragons were born. Dragons of strange colors. An odd half-hermaphroditic gold born from a green's clutch. But even that wasn't the end.
The young, strange gold grew up. It was her maiden flight that produced the new terror to Pern. The clutch was sired by a blue dragon, but that was hardly even remembered when the fateful eggs hatched. A bronze queen that Impressed a little boy. A black dragon with silver sparks on his hide, larger than a bronze. A bronze-sized silver dragoness with flashes of gold and black on her delicate hide. All three were there but a moment, then disappeared without a trace.
Fifteen turns later, a strange bronze-queen was seen Flying over the far reaches, followed by a massive black beast, another black creature with cloudy colors on his pelt, and another male so brilliant a silver that he was painful to look upon.
Danger lingers still, but the deadly force now comes not from without, but from within. From the very deepest and oldest heart of Pern itself. The danger now comes from the very dragons that once protected Pern. The dragons no longer have anything to protect, and they were never meant to be so.
And so they cracked. Some were fine, of course. And most that weren't just fell into apathy, or hunted clouds and birds as a surrogate for Thread. But in the young weyr of Sinthera, more dangerous storms brew. Strange dragons were born. Dragons of strange colors. An odd half-hermaphroditic gold born from a green's clutch. But even that wasn't the end.
The young, strange gold grew up. It was her maiden flight that produced the new terror to Pern. The clutch was sired by a blue dragon, but that was hardly even remembered when the fateful eggs hatched. A bronze queen that Impressed a little boy. A black dragon with silver sparks on his hide, larger than a bronze. A bronze-sized silver dragoness with flashes of gold and black on her delicate hide. All three were there but a moment, then disappeared without a trace.
Fifteen turns later, a strange bronze-queen was seen Flying over the far reaches, followed by a massive black beast, another black creature with cloudy colors on his pelt, and another male so brilliant a silver that he was painful to look upon.
The lost dragons of Sinthera were forgotten, but not gone.
What happens when those born to protect turn to attack?
[/font].: The near-dead mystery of a murder has now once again come to life. :.
.: Wild whers are posing a threat to life in the Hold. :.
.: A lunar feral has Risen in Flight. Ferals candidates will soon be needed. :.
.: Wild whers are posing a threat to life in the Hold. :.
.: A lunar feral has Risen in Flight. Ferals candidates will soon be needed. :.