The Seamster and The Shade
Every deity could tell you about the horrors of the shade. They could- whether or not they would be willing to is different.
But one thing still stands; The shade is violent. It is seething, uncontrollable , vicious evil and anger. It sees no dragon as different from the other- it only sees them as prey.
But, some dragons have a charm to them, and maybe it was just the part of the shade that fell. Maybe one part managed to escape the anger of the rest of it, and fall from the shadows and onto Sornieth.
It fell far, and it fell heavily. It crashed into the earthly shadows with a rumble, and out of fear, took the shape of an egg, gathering rocks to cover itself.
He was born in the earth clan- an egg taken from the parents nest, an egg placed. He hatched under their care- and they didnt see him as different. Most of their other hatchlings had the same darkness to their scales and wings.
He grew up there- more parasitic then a normal hatchling. He fed off of what he could, an unnaturally strong hatchling. His parents paid still no mind though, giving thanks to the earthshaker for blessing them with this child, and giving thanks to the plaguebringer for a physically strong hatchling.
Though, it wasnt long before they found out.
It was a late evening, a while after the flameforgers festival had ended. He...couldnt remember what happened exactly, but before he could defend himself, he was being forced out of his clan. His parents didnt stop- possibly the angriest that something they had raised, had put love into, was nothing more than an embodiment of evil.
He wandered the shattered plains for days, his claws worn and eroded at the tips. His teeth stayed sharp though, and he reverted back to a more primal form of shade.
He started to eat whatever he found- from plants, meat, seafood- even dragons themselves. He became violent, brutal, seething hunger, just like what he had fallen from.
Until he found Porodica.
He found himself chasing the tundra that was leading him through the desert for nearly a day, its white fur sticking out against the red sands. Its was faster than him- longer legs, and more lithe from years in the scarred wasteland.
He chased it all the way to the clan grounds- which stretched a good distance. There, he was stopped and detained by the guards and warriors, whatever it took to stop him.
Of course- he didnt go down without a fight. He gave even the strongest warriors a few nasty scars, but it was eventually Movie who brought him to his knees, using his magic.
The tundra watched as this happened, eyes troubled as if he couldnt quite figure out something. His wings flared slightly, a bit spooked from being chased, even if he should be used to it.
The piece of shade was taken to the darker parts of the caves, where only dragons with nightvision and lights, and Prophet could see. He, had none of those, and instead spent his time there curled into a corner.
Meanwhile, above the ground, a new dragon was welcomed. He was built as all guardians from the southern ice field were- stocky and made to keep warm. He was decorated in both lace and cowboy-like outfits, a seamster.
This dragon was welcomed with open arms- hadnt chased any other dragon or attacked any. He was also easy to make friends with- and had soon become friends with Lupo, the starguide(and Tundra who had been chased, but the Seamster didnt know that), and another dragon know as Hoka.
He had an ache for more friends, and it wasnt long before Cri trusted him enough to venture into the darker caves- which he gladly did.
With Phoenix guiding him by the light of his tail, and the burning fires, and Bird following close behind, he stepped into the caves.
His icey blue eyes stuck out slightly in the shadows, but it wasnt long before they came across Prophet.
The seamster? He saw this as a perfect place for a workshop. He begged and begged Prophet, and was finally allowed to carve a tunnel, and at the end of that, a room for his workshop.
He soon built a small fire, Phoenix often running errands and gathering what he could. His many materials were stored on shelves made of pretty stones, and flowers were planted in planters. They never lasted long- but he enjoyed them while they were there.
Soon enough though, he came across the skulking shade.
With no food, with no water, with no matter, it had become weak. Its ribs showed through the black dragon skin it harbored, and its brown eyes had gone dull. Its wings were scrawny.
He took pity on the creature, and for some reason, the creature seemed to take pity on him aswell. It was enough pity to not kill the dragon for food- as the Seamster brought him back to the workshop.
It took shelter in the warmth of the fire, as the Seamster convinced Phornix to bring the poor thing food.
It took a while, but Phoenix finally did, bringing down quite a bit of food to feed the shaded creature.
The seamster was thankful- and it wasnt long before the shade was well fed.
The seamster was glad- and he countinued on with his work, not minding the large creature that would hang around in the edge of his vision, or in the darkened edges of the room.
The shade though? It felt the tear in its heart patching, like the Seamster would patch up outfits and such. Where the hole came from his whole clan betraying him, after he thought he was living as a part of them, a new part blossomed, one with a sense of companionship for the Seamster.
It began to bring flowers when he was allowed above- bringing down roses of all colors and sizes. The Seamster ended up using some of the darker roses to make it an outfit, of white lace and black roses, much like his own.
The shade was thankful, and soon, it's new home became the den of the Seamster. It became the Seamsters loyal protector, and the Seanster felt the feeling of protecting your charge, just as it had been described to him as a hatchling.