Dragons of Atlantis: Tsorf the Fanndis of Creation
By: lazydraco XIII
INTRODUCTION:
Have any of you playing this game ever wondered where in the hell Frost Giants come from? No, well I did. In doing so I just had to come up with a story about the Frost Dragon. I do this for fun. I enjoy what I write or type in this case. Some of my in game friends have enjoyed this so far...reading about the dragons and in game troops, not this long intro. Get ready to spot a lot of errors. I like feedback whether it's positive or negative. KEEP IN MIND THIS IS ALL STILL A WORK IN PROGRESS! LINE ID is lazydraco. So ya like it or hate I could care less. This is the end of the intro and really short summary of why and what this story is about. The story begins after the end of this sentence.
PART 1: TSORF'S DECISION
Tsorf the Frost Dragon was the first of the seven high dragons that were worshiped by the many creatures of Atlantis to have expressed any intention of wanting to leave the mountain which her brother Erif the Fire Dragon called The Den of Gods. Tsorf and her kin had called the den their home for two-thousand years now. Out of the seven Erif was the eldest and by far the most powerful of the seven high dragons. Of course this was just pure speculation for no creature had ever witnessed a battle between two of their living gods. While Tsorf and her siblings did not always agree with his methods of how to properly guide these creatures which paid them so much admiration and devotion, they always stood behind Erif's decisions presenting a unified bond to demonstrate their loyalty to one another. As every living being knows of course no partnership or family will ever exist without its differences.
Tsorf had awoken from her sleep like any other day letting out a roar that could be heard many leagues away waking her siblings and all those that may have heard her. What a wake up call for all those that had gathered for the Day of Devotion which would soon be upon them. Tsorf was waiting by a nearby cliff on her sister Retaw the Water Dragon to begin their morning ritual. Tsorf felt a small nudge on her left side as she stared into the rising sun, this of course was how Retaw would always greet her in the morning. Tsorf acknowledged her sister by simply covering Retaw's head underneath her giant wing. They both sat there taking deep breathes tasting the sweet aromas of honey, sweet grass, flowers and of pines that the morning winds brought with them. Oh how they both enjoyed that part of the day. Tsorf as much as she wanted that morning to never end she wanted to stretch her wings. Her tail lifted into the air and dropped to the ground making a giant thud, this was the signal to her sister telling her lets have some fun flying. The fun consisted of mock fights, racing and diving into the sea to see who would make a bigger splash to which no creature ever wanted to be the judge of. However as much fun as Tsorf was having in the back of her mind she knew that the days of joy would soon come to an end. She had made her decision of leaving the den. Her decision was not a rash one that she had thought of that morning, no she had been thinking on this for a long time.
PART 2: TSORF'S FIRST MEMORY
Tsorf wanted some time to herself just to think, so she decided to just fly around aimlessly. Her thoughts took her back to the past. She recalled what her brother Erif had told her of his life before her and their siblings all came together as well as her own memories. Erif had been the first of the seven to be born. He had lived and survived amongst the chaos of what was now referred to as the dawn of Atlantis for almost one-hundred years. Scars of battles long gone still on his body. He told her that he had been flying over the winter lands memorizing everything for this was still un-ventured territory. When he had a strong feeling that there was another dragon with a strong magical aura. He followed that feeling until he reached the top of a mountain. The top was full of snow of course when he had finally decided on where to land his body temperature alone turned all the snow into pools of boiling water. Except for the icicles that sat on top. For no matter how close he got they remained. He drew ever closer releasing more heat with every step. Not understanding why the ice was not melting. When he finally got close his anger that he had felt at the un-melting ice was sedated for he saw an egg with scales. The egg he knew right away belonged to another like him. He finally understood why the icicles hadn't melted, the magic the egg was exuding had formed the ice like a barrier. His curiosity won over him as he began to examine the egg. The scales on the outside of the egg had reminded him of the remains of his own egg. He could no longer wait and so he got even closer to the egg which was a beautiful winter blue color with specks of white. Upon closer inspection he saw small cracks and tiny movements. He thought to himself you just need one more tiny push little one. Hesitation played no part in his next decision, he inhaled deeply and then exhaled with such force and heat onto the egg that he heard a moving cracking sounds come from it.
Tsorf still remembered very vividly how her brothers eyes had swelled up with tears of joy when his gaze met hers for the first time. She remembers him sitting looking up at the sky so that she wouldn't notice him crying. As he sat on his hind legs he roared his lonely heart out. He once told her that his roar that day had caused an avalanche. While she may not remember the avalanche she does remember something else. She remembers that in the roar he had let out, she had felt all his sorrow, loneliness and hatred just escape him. When she felt all those emotions being let out she couldn't help but run up him and nestle under his giant fiery wing. While she was frightened that hadn't deterred her from trying to comfort a hurting heart. After a while he finally noticed her under his wing. She felt a push on her back not a harsh one but a gentle one. This was his way of telling her come out of there, all is well now, I will be fine, don't be scared of this sentimental dragon. She did as she was motioned. Erif was the first to speak. He spoke to her with kind soft words.
"My name is Erif. I am your brother. We are dragons, high dragons to be exact. Unlike ordinary dragons and other creatures of this land, we sit at the top of the food chain. I have been alone for a long time trying to bring peace to this feral world. I may not look like it but I am very happy that I found you my sister. This gives me hope for the future. With you here now I am sure that their are others like us. I have two questions for you. The first is do you trust me? Secondly what is your name?"
Tsorf was so tiny and cautious of this giant but she didn't feel any immediate threat so she mustered what little words she could. "Ye..ye..yes trust you. Naaame me dowwnt have." Even as babies the high dragons were very intelligent. Knowing and understanding words was easy. In time so would be flying, fighting, eating, hunting and speaking with practice.
Erif couldn't contain his laughter at how adorable her answers had been that he unknowingly began laughing. He stopped laughing as soon as he saw his new little sister make a ferocious face at him while in the lunging position. He felt a chill go up his spine sensing that she would grow up to be very powerful. He very calmly collected himself before speaking once again. "Little sister the trust we place in each other will be eternal. Together we will bring stability to this world. Our siblings that have yet to be born will hear both of our voices for I can feel my magic has increased. We will find them if they are out there, our family will grow. Now as to your name hmmmmm...I know your scales resemble snow, so how about Tsorf the Dragon of Winter. What do you think?"
"Yes."Her reply was short and to the point.
Tsorf remembered how happy she felt being given a name by her new found brother. Erif had not just named her, he had named all his siblings. He had gave them names in the dragon language and it was only to be used by them not by any other creature. Their names were: Tsorf the dragon of Winter. She was second to born and many believe her to be the only match against Erif. Taerg the dragon of Wisdom. The third to be born and most intelligent. He was born able to do everything straight out of the egg. Htrae the dragon of Stone. His egg was found deep underground. The shell had been hardened to the point Erif almost destroyed an entire ecosystem trying to hatch his fourth sibling. Retaw the dragon of Life. She was found in the most tranquil part of the world. Lush with greenery. Abundant water. The creatures that guarded her only let the high dragons pass because Tsorf froze them where they stood. Retaw's first memory is of Tsorf taking part of the shells off of her head. Fifth to be born has a natural gift of healing wounds. Edahsthgin the dragon of Deception. This egg was the hardest to find only because it could camouflage itself. The swamp where it was finally located now produces his favorite fruit. The sixth of the siblings and the most carefree. Cixot the dragon of Ambition. Much like the name suggests she was so ambitious and anxious to be born that she hatched herself. The seventh to be born. Strong willed and cunning. As a baby she attacked Erif. Erif the first to be born. How he did it or how he survived the harsh times before he found his family will forever be his secret. With time however even Erif would allow the lower creatures the privilege to know their true names.
Tears rolled down Tsorf's face remembering all their past adventures together. Now however she had to look towards the future.
