Cold! for my heart, i lived trapped in ice.
Desolation! The ground trembled. The tremors waking the frosts under Brusselie. Cold blue eyes awakened to a separation between mother and son. Their world was splitting apart.
Tronan had been under ice for as long as he could remember. It was his domain. The civilizations he had watched rise and fall revered him a deity 'The Ice dragon Emperor'. His descendants numerous walking aloft in the ice. With a roar, his descendants were calmed. His eyes glowed with blue flames as he shot up through the air. his wings sending gusts of wind through the realm. He stared at the ceiling of the frosty abode, his intentions clear. He tore a hole through the ceiling. His scales reflecting the crystal surface.
Another roar tore through the realm. the dragons taking flight after their Emperor. The Glaze Realm was bound to be abandoned.
"Vaelor'kaith rekaryn… Glazeth Vael." Tronan turned to the drifting island, his eyes somber. A farewell, he had never anticipated.
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The heart of Bromwin was trapped in ice all year round. The beautiful crystals layered the ground, an infinite winter tale. The cold songs of frosty mountains and glazed seas drowned out by the ringing of smashed ice and the howling of blizzards.
The rolling sheets of snow and ice danced around a plunge hole deep into the continent. The deep darkness bound its bounds was the subject of a thousand horrors. Faint roars of anguish scattered in the wind.
The Glaze realm once had a master. A creature he could call its own, but now it sat amidst the cold only a legend to be told of. When it was torn away from its master and mother. It shed tears of loss, waiting for the fated meeting. It stayed quiet, the frost its only company, for hundreds of years. Footsteps awoke it from its slumber, a singing beauty coming its way.
'So...I have been remembered after centuries of silence. Tell me child... are you here to claim what remains of my broken mantle'
Nyvaris Staggered as a voice so ancient echoed through his mind. He had stumbled through the frost to find his soul. A stronger foe to help him grow. He had heard the legends, of an ancient well. One that had seen the gods rise and fall. 'A wishing well _ some did say_ surrounded by rolling ice.
He walked forward, his step unhesitant. The frosty whirls not enough to push him back. His steps were light. His wings unfurled likes panes of moonlit glass. Silver veins ran through the large wings as they stirred the frosty winds. He took off from the ground, the seemingly fragile wings enough to part the ice.
His feet thudded lightly on the darkened boundary. His deep silver eyes taking a lighter shade as he tried to look deep into the darkness.
"I hear whispers of a well that could grant wishes in these parts. Do you perhaps know of it?" Nyvaris cautiously spoke. His coat flapping wildly in the frenzy blizzard.
'Hahaha...is that what i have been reduced to by lowly creatures of the night?, Child what do you wish for then?' Nyvaris was astounded.
'What exactly did he wish for?' He had always been for the good of his race. He had his duties as the Prince of the fae race. He had no wishes, but a burning will to grow stronger. To protect his people and family.
"I wish to grow stronger..... "
'Very well then...you can walk therefore upon my dust....I will be a realm to you and whosoever proceeds after you'
Maybe he was truly bored of his lonesome centuries, therefore he cherished another who could walk into his frost.
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Nairel's steps were soft as he walked the land of frost his Ancestor had been granted access to. He had never been to the realm....only tales had filled his ears. His great-grandfather had walked alone into the deep snow, in search of the famed wishing well. An amusing creature, the realm had laughed. He was accepted only to soothe Vael'cryth's lonely days. His descendants too, enjoyed the privilege.
The whirls of ice dancing around the pool were the same as he had heard. The glaze realm still sat, a presence of frigid snow. Nairel unfurled his wings to fly above the snow whirls. The darkness of the pools depth visible from above. Landing by its boundary, he marveled at the sight.
'Another child with his blood.....what do you seek?' The voice was deep, a melody so soft, echoing in his head.
"I want to grow stronger." He responded, his voice just as cold as the snow in his sight.
'Why?....has Nyvaris not built a world safe enough for you or is your kingdom no longer safe. Ruined by the hands that followed.'
"My Kingdom remains hidden from the world, no danger could find it.. I want to protect the flame bound to my soul."
'Oh...Your heart has been captured by another! Show me this flame you so wish to protect.'
Nairel walked to the pool, his steps freezing the water above the glaze. He sat at the heart of the darkness. His heart a sea of calm.
He closed his eyes, allowing the strand of frost like energy to latch on to him. He sunk into the pool, a tunnel of chilly water around him. His memories of the flame in his heart flashed past as Vael'cryth watch his love bloom.
'The little child has sent us closer towards my mother and master.....I would want to see her. Just like I, she has drifted away from home.'
Nairel hummed as the strand of energy drilled out of his mind. Nairel's eyes were warmer. the warmth of her body still lingering in his arms.
The glaze realm was coated in ice, the ceiling bathed in lights from the glowing crystals. Nairel moved forth in the ice, the statues of dragons littering the cove. He felt the realm shake from excitement. It seemed, the thought of going home sent his loneliness away.
Behind a dragon Statue, An altar of ice stood. a bluish flame so bright and eerie, burned fiercely. It wasn't like the flames he had known. this one blew gusts of cold. He was captivated, his feet moving to its cold comfort.
'Dragon flame.....its beauty proportional to its danger. do you wish to touch it?', Nairel didn't answer. his steps not faltering.
Reaching the altar of fire, Nairel took his cold fingers towards the flame. The lively flame stretched a strand towards his finger, the chill invading his bones. He didn't flinch, his eyes remained glued to the burning flame as though his soul had been sucked right out.
Underneath the frost, i found home.