Pargarian, The Metal Prince

Reflection
"Pargarian held his mate close to his form. He felt safe, strangely secure...he saw visions of the past. The past he had forgotten. More then Ten Thousand years ago, before his brood was stuck by malice...before he had become a construct of suffering and torment. He was pure...Once"

"He safe reflections of his first battle. The first splash of blood he spilt. He remembered the first catch he caught, the first game he plaid...He could only see visions of it. Visions of himself, pure, young, unblemished. Unsuspecting to that which would soon taint his very exista

nce. A haze over most of his life. The changes that would come of it would be catastrophic. For him, and for those around him. Simplicity reached it's Swan Song. And complexity followed. Life was never the same..."

'''All that remained...where visons. All there would ever be of his shattered mind...where visions.'''

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'''All that will ever be, are visions. Vivid dreams of past once forsaken, forgotten...'''

The Betrayed
"They rushed all around us...there where five of us in total. I had been claimed fully grown hardly a century ago...It was like a vortex. Encircling us, drowning us out. Not even the roars of pain from the fallen could reach us...we where devoid.Devoid of sences, blind, deaf, lost in the midst of the storm. We knew not what they where...nor did we wish to know. It was over...in a few moments they would close in on us..."

FLASH!

"Whelp! You should show your superiors some respect." Barked the miniscule hatchling. As it batter it's small ebon paw towards it's sister, obviously overplaying as she actually was harmed, it was scooped up. The parent, a female of colossal proportions, held them aloft. "You should mind yourself. Harming your sister isn't a very wise choice...after all. She can't defend herself." he stated, her voice strangely melodic, save for it's deep bellowing properties. The female sat by the lake of molten earth, the wastelands around them rather peaceful for their kind. She felt something wrap around her lower form, gazing down, a tail was wrapped around her. She could easily guess who's that was. A male of her flight, slightly decifiant on height, being almost as tall as her, cradled her close. She purred, accepting the embrace of her mate. Pargarian gazed upon his new broodlings, happy to be seeing them again. It was a century before the events transpired...before everything changed. He was seen as a brave amongst his kind. A powerful wyrm known as Pargarian. Life was not easy. Hectic, at any moment one can perish...things where not right about the world. The other flights reflected this. As the final moments passed, the hatchlings where tired out. Pargarian lay with his mate, and shortly after, slipped into slumber... The calm was over. The Storm approached.

'''((To be continued. Soon))'''