Hey everybody! Queen of Spar Oom is back! This is a story I made up. It's a mix of American Dragon, Avatar the last air bender, my heritage (no, my heritage isn't Scottish dragons, but it is Scottish! GO MCPHERSON CLAN! WOO!) And my crazy daydreams! Hope you enjoy it and please review:)
Chapter one: Guardian of the Seven SeasCenturies ago, Vatten, the great dragon of the sea and protector of all magical aquatic creatures, was able to defeat the greatest of enemies. Sea witches, dark mer-people, even the mighty Kraken. Yes, for as long as any sea creature could remember, Vatten had protected them from the forces of darkness.
However, around 1824, the dragon was growing weary. His scars were deep and his claws grew dull. He couldn't take such battles any longer. Who could blame him? Though he was one of the most powerful magical beings, he'd been doing this job since the time of the dinosaurs. As any elder would, the great Vatten made the difficult decision to retire.
There was only one problem keeping him from resting. Who would guard the sea? Not just anyone could do it. So in the middle of the ocean, one clear full moon, the dragon drew out all the magic he had except for enough to carry out his plan. The crystal blue magic burst forth from all his body and drew together to form a single gem on a sea unicorn hair rope. Unicorn hair was the strongest substance known. No matter what, it would never break. Dragon fire couldn't break it. The gem was of the purest sapphire, magical sapphire that, like the rope, was unbreakable. However, only the owner could break it, but that would cause great chaos in the oceans. This was the Gem of Concordia, which meant Unity.
The sapphire formed the shape of a single drop of water. This was the magical symbol of the seven seas. A single drop of water was powerless by itself, but joined together, it was a mighty force. Unity. Whoever should come to wear this necklace of such magical power would be the new guardian of the sea.
Concordia was formed. Vatten used his last bit of magic to transform into a small sea bird and flew off into the night. Miles and miles he flew until he reached the coast of Scotland. Exhausted, the bird collapsed. A week he lay there, many animals sniffing at the bird in hopes of dinner, people looking down on him in disgust. "If only they knew who I was." The old creature thought angrily. All his strength had left him. He was dying. Worry clouded his mind. How would there be a new guardian if he died? The sea would fall into darkness if he weren't there! A single tear fell from his depressed eye. That tear fell onto Concordia concealed under his wing and glowed, though clouds hid the sun. At that moment, a teenage girl strolled down the beach, looking for shells.