>>5298779You take your leave from the Elf-Specialist to confer with another, n matters of yoru own race’s legends: with the Bastard, on Matters Draconic. For the first time in a week, you feel… Progress. Connection, to that feeling you felt deep in your soul, when the training as over, the bullies were behind you, and you found solace communing with the Great Green Dragonborn—your brother, your fellow dragon-half-formed. The Serpent Ascending’s revelations were… Troubling. You’re not entirely sure how to feel about everything you learned from him, or about the other Dark Gods. But still, he was… Impressive. Inspiring.
Before the two of you meditate, you expound a little on your theory, which ahs been crystalizing in yoru mind since you woke.
“We are proud, rightly, of our descendency from greatness—from dragons.”
“Yes,” the Bastard says, a little uncertainly. “Though my own parentage has never been a source of much pride, until I joined you.”
“Well, maybe it should not be,” you say. “Maybe it NEED not be. Maybe to be a dragon is a state of BEING, not a matter of genetics… A mindset, a shape-of-the-soul. The Novice Fleshweaver, she has taught me something of the modern theory of Fleshweaving, such as was used to create we Dragonborn. If the soul rejects the shape of the flesh, it cannot grow properly into what it is meant to be…”
“…Then what? If we believe hard enough, we will become as dragons? If we just DESIRE it?”
You look upon the Bastard, surprised at his skeptical tone.
“Forgive my cynicism, Superior One, but… My life has seemed to give proof to an opposite notion.”
“Meditate with me, and we will see.”
He acquiesces, for how can he do otherwise? Yet…. You sense resistance. It gives you pause yourself. Are you being (dare you think it) silly? But you have come this far.
“Meditate with me on what it is to see the world as a dragon hatchling—as one yet-growing, yet-becoming, and with greatness still ahead. Not on what it is to be a dragon FORMED, a dragon WHOLE, but to know you CAN be dragon… FI you but reach for it.”
“Yes, Dragonborn.”
Your nictitating membranes slide shut, and you imagine it: you imagine yourself small, a you once were, and titanic, as you might eb in spirit if not in body. What sort of dragon would you become?
>You are surrounded by gold, and a Gold Dragon will you be—a true Dragon Emperor, king of kings!>Red as fire and as blood, red as the sky when the sun is falling down, a Red Dragon like your ancestor, a roaring flame-in-the-mountain!>You feel an something calling out from within and without, a tenderness, a destiny crafted for you by another and yet still yours to seize… A destiny bespoke, made not for a fabled king-of-kings or a noble ancestor, but just for you. Its colour: copper, like your own scales. Has there ever been a Copper Dragon?