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Many years ago I wrote a story about dragons who lived in a great crystal cavern beneath a world they would never know. That story was finished but never uploaded or read by anyone. So years later I wrote a new story about the adventures of the children from the characters of the previous story. Please feel free to comment on my works so I can improve. Any other friendly comments are also welcome.
No one. No one in the great cavern systems of Aylasoul tu Tzun or Quez-or Liel can tell where we came from. Our lines go back it seems to the beginnings of time. But how is that so? For our kind who are of the air to dwell in the great depths and recesses of our world. A world of water and rock. And darkness. No, something is missing. Only the oldest whom I have talked to have the faintest recollection of something…different. Mind you they had not lived these events, these were the stories of their fathers, mothers, grandparents, and their ancestors whose souls rest now in the rock and water. The ones I have talked to, their minds far gone before I had even been born, told of their parents and ancestors down the line and they remember stories being told of unimaginable things.
I have dug through the countless records and archives of our people. But nothing can tell me how we arrived here. The oldest document I have recovered puzzles me. The nature of the document itself is a mystery. It was inside of a curious metal case which had a piece of rectangular clear crystal on its surface. Under the crystal was what looked like a row of seven intricate stars. As I looked at it a thought came forward that each line could form a number. Crude on some symbols but traced they could create and digit from a 0 to a 9. Whatever its original purpose the case had aged many millennia and its locks had been destroyed which allowed me entry to its contents. The parchment that held the entry I read was also foreign as it seems it was not written by claw. It was to perfect. Ah listen to me rambling on about a silly box…. I’m getting to old for this. The document I found talked about an event that happened recently since it was written. The title of the document was labeled as “Protocol Donur Sweep”. Donur referring to the world we inhabit. The incident had something to do with the dropping of something called the Amethyst Flame that supposedly cleansed our world but also wrought havoc to our own. Listed as an act of final defiance. The document ends here wishing the best for the future.
The document while fascinating did not answer my question of our origins. It simply raised more queries. On an unrelated note I did meet one elder with whom I talked to just before he died. He told me a story, it seemed trivial, a delusion in his state perhaps. All he told me was that there was something, something in the great sea of the Sylon Roe that he found when he was very young. He only saw it once and it confused him. When I asked him why it confused him he simply replied “Bordiai was genesis.” I have speculated on the meaning of his words. Genesis: The beginning, Origin. From his words I gather that this Bordiai was a beginning of something. However, the word Bordiai has no meaning in our tongue. May have been nothing. Before his death he drew me a crude map of the items location. In truth I am skeptical as the area on the old ones chart is well known and nothing but a beach at the edge of the Roe. Setting it aside I will journey there in the future however at the moment I must make haste for the other tunnel systems I found last week. I have high hopes of what secrets it may hold.
Excerpt from Journal 2B page 3,
Ishingar
Many years ago I wrote a story about dragons who lived in a great crystal cavern beneath a world they would never know. That story was finished but never uploaded or read by anyone. So years later I wrote a new story about the adventures of the children from the characters of the previous story. Please feel free to comment on my works so I can improve. Any other friendly comments are also welcome.
No one. No one in the great cavern systems of Aylasoul tu Tzun or Quez-or Liel can tell where we came from. Our lines go back it seems to the beginnings of time. But how is that so? For our kind who are of the air to dwell in the great depths and recesses of our world. A world of water and rock. And darkness. No, something is missing. Only the oldest whom I have talked to have the faintest recollection of something…different. Mind you they had not lived these events, these were the stories of their fathers, mothers, grandparents, and their ancestors whose souls rest now in the rock and water. The ones I have talked to, their minds far gone before I had even been born, told of their parents and ancestors down the line and they remember stories being told of unimaginable things.
I have dug through the countless records and archives of our people. But nothing can tell me how we arrived here. The oldest document I have recovered puzzles me. The nature of the document itself is a mystery. It was inside of a curious metal case which had a piece of rectangular clear crystal on its surface. Under the crystal was what looked like a row of seven intricate stars. As I looked at it a thought came forward that each line could form a number. Crude on some symbols but traced they could create and digit from a 0 to a 9. Whatever its original purpose the case had aged many millennia and its locks had been destroyed which allowed me entry to its contents. The parchment that held the entry I read was also foreign as it seems it was not written by claw. It was to perfect. Ah listen to me rambling on about a silly box…. I’m getting to old for this. The document I found talked about an event that happened recently since it was written. The title of the document was labeled as “Protocol Donur Sweep”. Donur referring to the world we inhabit. The incident had something to do with the dropping of something called the Amethyst Flame that supposedly cleansed our world but also wrought havoc to our own. Listed as an act of final defiance. The document ends here wishing the best for the future.
The document while fascinating did not answer my question of our origins. It simply raised more queries. On an unrelated note I did meet one elder with whom I talked to just before he died. He told me a story, it seemed trivial, a delusion in his state perhaps. All he told me was that there was something, something in the great sea of the Sylon Roe that he found when he was very young. He only saw it once and it confused him. When I asked him why it confused him he simply replied “Bordiai was genesis.” I have speculated on the meaning of his words. Genesis: The beginning, Origin. From his words I gather that this Bordiai was a beginning of something. However, the word Bordiai has no meaning in our tongue. May have been nothing. Before his death he drew me a crude map of the items location. In truth I am skeptical as the area on the old ones chart is well known and nothing but a beach at the edge of the Roe. Setting it aside I will journey there in the future however at the moment I must make haste for the other tunnel systems I found last week. I have high hopes of what secrets it may hold.
Excerpt from Journal 2B page 3,
Ishingar
Category Story / Fantasy
Species Western Dragon
Gender Multiple characters
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