Entry 14: Dreams are not chosen
Back in the olden days, when the twin empire was nought, but a thought, there was a great influx of people from the school of dreams. They saw in Xenkai a home rife with mystique and a myriad of perspective. Carrying little more than their clothes and a few blankets, they crossed the sea of Fog (nasty little critters) and brought with them their beliefs.
In one of their older temples stood a cloaked figure. He stood there in the vesicle, leaning on his twin headed staff and clearly exhausted from his journey, but careful to not let any water get onto the immaculate temple floors. Eventually the water lessened and he slowly moved to hang his cloak on an unlit sconce.
Freed of the heavy cloth, he shifted his scales and unraveled his tail from his carapace and walked forward. Before, his scales shined a bright green, now, pale as they were, they barely elicited a glancing reflection from the torches lighting the way.
Reaching the main temple shrine he knelt in supplication, holding his staff up in offering.
“The deed is done, the pup is now a tiger as was promised.”
His breaths came in gasps, arms shivering slightly as the staff began to shine.
“Now please, Somme Nye, I tire of this cycle. Give me right of leave of this place.”
The staff shone so greatly now. Shone as bright as the sun. As it’s glow enveloped the figure, a bellow rang out and as quick as it came the light was extinguished. In it’s place sat a great green chrysalis, crowned by a trio of horns.
And to it’s right stood a figure, clutching the twin blade staff.
“Rest well starhorn,” he said whilst softly patting the egg, “your dreams ensure reality.”
Edit; Closing PSA:
The Lore Corner will be closing soon as the forums aren’t allowing more than 3 consecutive replies per post. It’s been a wonderful ride sharing these pieces here and I can only hope they served to enrich your Duelyst experience.
Stay Creative everyone!