A/N: I decided to do this because I wanted to. A sort of 'Lament,' by Biddy. How Shadefire's egg came to be so far North. A side-fic for SoL. Short. One-shot. Continue.
Myths. Myths and Legends. That is all that is left of us now.
My grandson, Shruikan, is the only one of us remaining. Save for the Egg.
Black as Night, with silver streaks of lightning playing across it. The sister of Shruikan, the Night of Nights, the Silverheart. For that is what she will be. An outer armor of Onyx and Obsidian, and a core of silver fire. Such magnificence has not been seen since… the War.
The last was Nyxite, my beloved one. She has born me many, and they, in turn, have born many themselves. But after seven-thousand hundreds of years, my desendant, Mra'ki, gave me her only egg to guard, for War was brewing among us once more.
Since, I have not heard any, nor have been seen or heard from. I stay here, in the North, with the Spirit of my Rider close to me.
Then, the girl with the looks of Night and soul of Stars, she comes to the Pack that guards me. The Egg, my granddaughter, hatches for her. Shadefire, they call her, Shadefire Silverheart. For twelve years, she gives me a reason to live. For twelve years… until I sense another Egg hatch…
Bid'daum
So, do you like it? If so, review, and tell me what you think. This is kinda dark, but also it explains quite a bit. Thank you for reading, any flames will be given to my mother so she can bake cookies and pie and keep the house warm. Have a nice day!
Falcon