Author's Note:
I myself have never read Invasion, or Scourge which only mentions the primevals in little detail. Do not yell at me for making some technicality or error. Besides this is something I think up during school so don't laugh at anything. No one loves the primevals more than me and especially Treva the Renewer so don't say you do or YOU DIE NOW. On another note, in this story, Treva is a female. Dromar, Rith, Crosis and Darigaaz are males just to clarify for all you sick perverts that come to read these stories. I felt the books did not give the primevals some credit for the success of the Invasion set. They were, to me, was important to a great extent and I will write what I think SHOULD"VE BEEN SAID IN THE BOOKS. Thank you. I have written mush more but will post this only, if you have any questions about terms post it in your reviews, please do not "spam" in my topic, that's what forums are for.
Prologue
The rising sun brightens a cold evening. Light poured on to the plains as did the morning mildew. The trees cast long shadows on to a heap of ashes. A baby in a little burrow lay hidden within the tall grass. The winds blew the grass revealing the cave. He was in a warm nest, a damp hole layered with straws and furs. Naught but a baby, bald head, short legs and arms, a tail and covered in scales. A sphere of lingering mana enveloped him, a sphere of red, blue, and white mana. It cradled him, nurtured him, and raised him as a child would, without and outside intervention, just them the sphere and him. The sphere of mana slowly disappeared over the years, but lasted long enough for him to grow. The years passed and the mana imbued a memory into his mind It was a horrible memory that tells of his origins, along with the nobility, courage and power of his species. Yet in this revelation, anger, fear and vengeance slipped in, unnoticed, waiting to grow, waiting to take over as it did before. This is the tale of a dragon, the last dragon of his kind, of Shiv. Before the sphere of mana disappeared one final thought was etched into his mind, his name, Rorix Bladewing.
I myself have never read Invasion, or Scourge which only mentions the primevals in little detail. Do not yell at me for making some technicality or error. Besides this is something I think up during school so don't laugh at anything. No one loves the primevals more than me and especially Treva the Renewer so don't say you do or YOU DIE NOW. On another note, in this story, Treva is a female. Dromar, Rith, Crosis and Darigaaz are males just to clarify for all you sick perverts that come to read these stories. I felt the books did not give the primevals some credit for the success of the Invasion set. They were, to me, was important to a great extent and I will write what I think SHOULD"VE BEEN SAID IN THE BOOKS. Thank you. I have written mush more but will post this only, if you have any questions about terms post it in your reviews, please do not "spam" in my topic, that's what forums are for.
Prologue
The rising sun brightens a cold evening. Light poured on to the plains as did the morning mildew. The trees cast long shadows on to a heap of ashes. A baby in a little burrow lay hidden within the tall grass. The winds blew the grass revealing the cave. He was in a warm nest, a damp hole layered with straws and furs. Naught but a baby, bald head, short legs and arms, a tail and covered in scales. A sphere of lingering mana enveloped him, a sphere of red, blue, and white mana. It cradled him, nurtured him, and raised him as a child would, without and outside intervention, just them the sphere and him. The sphere of mana slowly disappeared over the years, but lasted long enough for him to grow. The years passed and the mana imbued a memory into his mind It was a horrible memory that tells of his origins, along with the nobility, courage and power of his species. Yet in this revelation, anger, fear and vengeance slipped in, unnoticed, waiting to grow, waiting to take over as it did before. This is the tale of a dragon, the last dragon of his kind, of Shiv. Before the sphere of mana disappeared one final thought was etched into his mind, his name, Rorix Bladewing.