Post by Frost on Sept 8, 2006 6:02:50 GMT -5
My name is Draconia Blackrose.
The young child ran back and forth across the training grounds. "Teach me more, father!" She waved her wooden sword exasperatedly as her father looked on. "Patience, Draconia." The dragon warrior said sternly. "You're a descendant of the dragon warriors! What is your name, tell me?"
"My name is Draconia Blackrose."
"Good, now you know you come from the Blackrose heritage, one of the most famed dragon warrior families! But alas, not all know of us, Draconia."
The memories flickered, then faded, then came back once more.
Draconia sighed as another hand latched on to a rock jutting out above her head. Summoning all her strength, she dragged herself upwards and onto a rocky platform. Looking downwards from where she was, she saw the tents of the Light Camp, looking like mere dots from the height she was at now. The air was becoming thinner and thinner the higher she went, so she couldn't go right to the summit. This mountain was the shortest of those in the mountain range, and she always ascended the mountain to the place where she could get the best view of the sunrise. It began very soon, and everytime she watched it, a sense of peace would calm her tired mind. She reached up again and grabbed on to the next jutting rock, hoisting herself upwards bit by bit. She could see the platform now, overlooking the whole mountain range. Her hand slipped slightly and her heart skipped a beat for a moment before she managed to regain her grasp. She could see the gold disc beginning to rise, the horizon lighted with a brilliant gold.
With her last ounce of energy, she heaved herself onto the rocky platform and leaned against the rock wall behind her. The sky was a masterpiece of faded pink, yellow and orange, and her lips curled in a faint smile, her eyelids half-closed. She could forget all memories regarding her accursed half-sister. She stretched out her legs and a few pebbles bounced off the rock surface, clattering in their descent down the mountain.
She is my elder sister, Seraph Blackrose.
"Sister, where has father gone?" The crimson-haired teenager looked down at her. "I don't know." Emotionlessly, she turned back towards the village. "What are you doing?! Don't you care for father?" Seraph smiled, somewhat menancingly. "I'm in charge of you if father doesn't come home...remember what you told father?
"She is my elder sister, Seraph Blackrose."
"She will care for you if I'm gone..."
"Yes father."
The memories faded once more.
Draconia was lulled by the faraway voices of the people in her memories. Her eyes began to close, and she drifted away to sleep, nightmares and dreams playing and replaying themselves in her head, forever controlling her dazed mind.
The young child ran back and forth across the training grounds. "Teach me more, father!" She waved her wooden sword exasperatedly as her father looked on. "Patience, Draconia." The dragon warrior said sternly. "You're a descendant of the dragon warriors! What is your name, tell me?"
"My name is Draconia Blackrose."
"Good, now you know you come from the Blackrose heritage, one of the most famed dragon warrior families! But alas, not all know of us, Draconia."
The memories flickered, then faded, then came back once more.
Draconia sighed as another hand latched on to a rock jutting out above her head. Summoning all her strength, she dragged herself upwards and onto a rocky platform. Looking downwards from where she was, she saw the tents of the Light Camp, looking like mere dots from the height she was at now. The air was becoming thinner and thinner the higher she went, so she couldn't go right to the summit. This mountain was the shortest of those in the mountain range, and she always ascended the mountain to the place where she could get the best view of the sunrise. It began very soon, and everytime she watched it, a sense of peace would calm her tired mind. She reached up again and grabbed on to the next jutting rock, hoisting herself upwards bit by bit. She could see the platform now, overlooking the whole mountain range. Her hand slipped slightly and her heart skipped a beat for a moment before she managed to regain her grasp. She could see the gold disc beginning to rise, the horizon lighted with a brilliant gold.
With her last ounce of energy, she heaved herself onto the rocky platform and leaned against the rock wall behind her. The sky was a masterpiece of faded pink, yellow and orange, and her lips curled in a faint smile, her eyelids half-closed. She could forget all memories regarding her accursed half-sister. She stretched out her legs and a few pebbles bounced off the rock surface, clattering in their descent down the mountain.
She is my elder sister, Seraph Blackrose.
"Sister, where has father gone?" The crimson-haired teenager looked down at her. "I don't know." Emotionlessly, she turned back towards the village. "What are you doing?! Don't you care for father?" Seraph smiled, somewhat menancingly. "I'm in charge of you if father doesn't come home...remember what you told father?
"She is my elder sister, Seraph Blackrose."
"She will care for you if I'm gone..."
"Yes father."
The memories faded once more.
Draconia was lulled by the faraway voices of the people in her memories. Her eyes began to close, and she drifted away to sleep, nightmares and dreams playing and replaying themselves in her head, forever controlling her dazed mind.