deathwinged12

  It was always told, a legend passed down from the first generation of Elyni dragons: the Prophecy. No other lore withstood the ages, but with each telling, it remained seared into the minds of an entire generation. Its verse, not a word lost to interpretation nor translation, proceeded: An egg blacker than night, One that reflects no light, Shall birth an Oracle unto the world. A clutch of two should be well feared, For such twins herald great calamity, And bend nations to their whims. Should black eggs three be birthed, Ready for the end of your world, And three souls beyond the grasp of fate.  Powerful words, and ones that, over the

You awaken to darkness. You feel that you should breathe, but the substance around you is too thick... Smothering, blotting out every hint of scent, utterly tasteless, entirely textureless. Such has been the whole of your life, up until now; before, you had been content. This time is different; something cuts at your stomach, a new sensation. You don't know the word yet, but it is hunger. You have no clue how to stop it, so you begin to writhe in discomfort; your safe place is quickly becoming a prison. Just as you start to still, losing energy, you hear it. A quiet tapping, just next to your head. You recoil away from the noise fearfully, j

I wake from my first dream, my first long sleep... And with my first breath, scream in grief as I forget..

A question must be answered But there are not words to ask it; A question, then, for myself.