Life is cruel. So says a many people. Life is cruel, because without the ancient lightbringer, the is no equal understandings. There is no true peace. Not like humans would ever understand true peace. Finally, without the ancient Lightbringer of legends there is no harmony. Without the worlds harmony enforcer, the world will eventually fall into chaos. Starting with the violence of humans. And so the world plunges into chaos...

There was a pounding in her head. It tore at her insides ruthlessly, and so Starr, the ancient dragon Lightbringer, woke from her hibernation. The chaos wrenched at her soul. "I have been asleep too long," Starr whispered, stretching her silver body. Her golden eyes held knowledge far beyond imagination, and also great sadness. Starr, the great dragon that had been destined at birth to become the all mighty Lightbringer, keeper of peace, and enforcer of harmony, was tired. All she'd ever wanted to do was lay down, and live the relaxed life of a normal dragon. And when she'd finally got the chance to do so, she'd brought chaos into the world. And now she'd never get to sleep...


Silver curls ran down Arya's back. Her innocent blue eyes were filled with great sadness and pain, but it quickly was replaced by a hard determination as she ran. The silver curls caught the golden sunlight, sending rays of light across the floor as she ran. 'Ooohhh's' and 'Aaaahh's' followed her around the courtyard, but Arya ignored them. All that mattered was her running, and if her hair put up such a display, how was she to blame. Arya ran passed the two potted plants that were her finish line and stopped running. Her determined attitude faded, leaving only the pain and sadness in its wake. Her silver hair fell to her shoulders, a shadow of their former beauty. The only friend she'd allowed herself to have, Kala Mallorie, smiled at her. Arya, you were great. You almost beat your PB that time. Arya smiled. It didn't reach her eyes. The lunch bell rang loudly, and Arya walked towards her next class without a single word, for Arya, the silver haired athlete, was mute. She'd never said a single word, and didn't intend to.


Starr launched herself into the air. She felt it in her very bones, there was another lightbringer in the world. A smile reached Starr's lips, something so rare that it had only ever happened twice in Starr's very ancient life.