Dhelorah's Story

Dhelorah Primswitch June 7, 2010?           Dhelorah was raised a princess, the only daughter of the civil dragon royal family. Her family not only lived in peace with the humans of their lands, they catered to them. She was taught from an early age to answer when they called and help them when they asked, never asking how it was that they had become so "tame" it was simply the way it was. She never questioned that the dragon supremacists who threatened her family and her way of life were the enemy. They believed that dragons were like Gods and should rule the "lower" races. In her mind, they were an evil breed and should be destroyed. Especially the supremacist's prince, Ksoltar. He was always there. Every peace talk, every summit she attended with her family, he was there, arrogant and uncivilized as ever. They had encountered each other in the forest as children, not fully understanding that they were enemies but certain that they did NOT like each other at all. He was too loud and selfish, nothing but a bully. She was too soft and spoiled a silly "pet" for humans. Then, one day, he was gone. Rumors of his travels would sometimes reach the princess but information about him was a rare thing.       When Dhelorah was old enough to understand, her mother took her deep within the mountains and taught her a great secret. The 2 waring families were once one. They shared the same family name (a name kept secret to outsiders) She showed her the ancient dragon ruins and the forgotten knowledge within. She introduced her to the old Gods and ancient ways. She passed to her a great legacy and with it a great burden of power. For the first time, she knew her full potential for destruction. She felt the full power of her race and anger at her family's subservient ways. However, she now knew, as well, how the fighting had begun with this ancient power and she knew she must have self control. Some dragons feared it and chose to turn away from it, always afraid of unleashing what they feared could NOT be controlled. Others wanted to abuse it, to use it to destroy the "weaker" races and rule the world as gods themselves. In the end, even the royal family had split in two, becoming over time the two families who ruled the dragons today.  Few were left who knew of the old Gods. Meeting in secret, they worshiped and taught, keeping to the shadows always guarding their secrets from the outside world, often even from their own families.      Who can say how that final battle started. Perhaps someone felt insulted, perhaps it was over land again, maybe someone sneezed, who really knows but the fighting was out of control before anyone could stop it. By the end of it, both sides were nearly wiped out including both royal families. Coming back from a hunting trip, she heard the fighting long before she reached her home, flying as fast as her wings would let her, she arrived just in time to take out the 2 enemy soldiers still standing over her mother but she was too late to save her. She had never killed before. Never let go of her control, never felt that kind of rage. She went wild with it, flying over the countryside, burning everything in her path, destroying anything that moved (and even much that didn't) Finally landing far into the forest by a stream. That's when she saw him, she heard his ragged breath, saw his family crest and charged in an instant. This was his fault! His family had caused this! His kind were to blame and he was going to pay for it! She reared up, ready to strike but just then, caught sight of something unexpected. The son of her enemy, severely wounded was crouched over, protecting a hatchling in his arms. Even through her fury , she could see the brand on the little one's shoulder. It was a brand used by the supremacists to mark the "unworthy ones" he was protecting a civil! Drained of her uncontrolled rage, she sat down beside him. Exhausted, defeated and without thought, she numbly reached out to him, letting the magic flow from her, healing his wounds. No words were spoken. they stared at each other for what could have been minutes or days. Then, in silence still, she took the hatchling gently in her jaws and they walked together the long distance through the forest back to the ruins of their once beautiful homeland.      Years went by, the couple had children of their own and they tried together to mend the rift between their kinds. It was hard. They were two opposite forces trying to coexist. His distrust of anything biped went against her natural affection for them. Over time,however, they found themselves taking on some of the beliefs and characteristics of the other.  They found balance together teaching others that they are NOT pets or cattle but neither are they gods. They are dragons. They have a proud and noble heritage. They are the ancient ones, a position that should be respected but it is a respect that must be earned. A new crest was formed.  Taking a dragon in the civil's royal blue and one in the supremacist's royal red, they entwined them together in the form of a star. A symbol of unity and hope for their kind. (it was also a very powerful ancient symbol)  Even though the war was long over and the two families were again united as one, fighting would erupt without warning over old insults or more often over old land disputes. The ground itself seemed to seep out hatred and intolerance. You could feel the sorrow in the air and no matter what they tried to do to stop the fighting, it continued. Determined to prevent the war from reigniting , together, the two did the unthinkable. They called upon the elements and asked a question never asked before or since. They asked the elements to abandon their homeland. To their horror AND relief the elements agreed. The land was left baron and lifeless with no wind, no rain, not even fire could ignite there. The earth itself released the bodies of those who had fallen during the war, freezing them in obsidian at the moment of their death, lifeless monuments to the millennium of violence the land had suffered. All turned gray around them, never really light or dark, no color could remain here. A magical barrier was constructed to surround the area keeping the unsuspecting from wandering in and falling victim to the emptiness of heart and soul within. Dhelorah and Ksoltar set out with what was left of their family to find a new land where they could start again.      Time went by, who can say how long, and they began to hear rumors of a far away land where all races lived in peace. A place dedicated to preventing evil from ever gaining power. A place of life and beauty. They followed the rumors, finally, to their source and settled in the mountains and valleys nearby, calling to the last of their race who had scattered to the winds. There they waited and watched, wanting to be sure that this place was all it was rumored to be before, very slowly, starting to let their presence become known. The only questions that still deprive Dhelorah of inner peace are these. "Why does my mate never talk of his long ago travels?" (He seems to not remember much) and "Why do we keep getting bothered by random unfriendly creatures?"