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Date Posted: 21:46:30 12/21/02 Sat
In reply to:
Victory
's message, "|In Pain But Still Alive|" on 17:54:05 12/03/02 Tue
.nodding her head, she told her tale. .her fairytale, so to say.
.My mother was the late Soul Desire. The foster daughter of B&C, the true daughter of Ramoth, late Light Queen. My father, was Typhon, my mothers life-long mate. Before my mother killed herself, she had come in contact with her uncle, my caretaker Raistlin. He then created an heir for her throne and legacy: An egg of her blood, as well as Typhon's. The egg was given to B&C, who in return kept it in her care. We hatched soon after, my brother and I - a pure accident. Pure Shadow dragons, created by pure bliss. Khimer'Taren, my twin, and I were given to Raistlin because of that... And because our father had ran away. For several years, I had lived in unison with my race. .glancing towards him, her sapphire eyes caught his gaze. .continuing, her eyes never wavered from his charcoal orbs. Raistlin had taught my brother and I how to use our powers. He had given us our Disguise form, mine of a sea dragon. Because we were of evil nature, he taught us how to control our inner powers... I had already realized I was blessed with telepathy, without telling my caretaker. I spoke with my dead mother through dreams, through minds... Raistlin figured this out when I continuously day dreamed in his classes... He beat me, my brother had helped. I still have the scars, but I was now torn - Different. The Shadow Lord too, had this telepathic power to hear others minds without thought. Raistlin told my brother it was fake... 'Taren believed him. When I day dreamed, 'Taren would beat me... He finally banished me away from Everdark. Though heavenly to a Shadow, Everdark is not the best place for the Mortal dragons. It is dark, a creek of blood runs through the middle, as caves and lairs provide homes. Raistlin maintained it, I believe. I havent been there since... My brother was banished as well, but he refuses to speak to me... I'm different - I can read minds whether I want to or not... I am chaotic evil, something not all dragons understand. But, I am Yavieba... The Drow word meaning "Desire." Like my mother... Something not many know, nor would understand. .sighing, her eyes remained upon his charcoal gaze. .that was her story, the condensed version of it. .she had already heard of his life, she would not ask again to hear it. .she was a Shadow. .a Shadow with more powers than wanted, or expected. .like the Shadow Lord himself, she reigned over all others. .the fear of her, created her banishment. .her dreams, her sorrows, lived within her. .it was all a dream now, so to speak. .sapphires remained, waiting for response.
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