A/N: Here is my latest crossover: Wheel of Time/Furcadia. Crazier and crazier, don't I just get hat way? Well, here it is! C'mon, read it, and use that little button down at the bottom. Oh, and by the way, me no own. If you see something familiar, it isn't mine. Except for Mordi, and most of the characters. Also, the name 'ratiosu'ratiasu' comes from Pokemon. Nothing to do with Pokemon, though, I just like the name. -.- Why do they have to ruin good names by using them for dumb Japanese cartoons? X.x The world is a clone of the WoT world. Let's just say this is one of the Pattern's alternate realities… way alternate… :}
Cold. Darkness. Within the abyss, something stirred. A single egg, lying in the corner of a musty, dank cellar rocked back and forth, a slight movement. Fine lines, cracks appeared in the glossy surface, then widened. With a crack that shattered the long-standing silence, a creature burst from it, emitting a high-pitched wail among the swirls of dust that escaped from under it as its former home fell. Crawling out of the upturned eggshell, an infant dragon slowly, shakily, stood. Glancing to and fro with its big, azure eyes, it blinked in the darkness. Frowning, it looked at its clawed hands, then up to a massive door. Branded upon it was a large circle, framed by two great birds; in the center was a pure blue crystal that shone with an unearthly light. Like a great eye, it shone; the dragonling stared at it for a moment, then turned, and walked up the empty passage.
As the hall ascended, it led into a great cavern; unfortunately, deserted. Clambering up shakily onto an upturned pedestal, the creature looked around. Blinking, its fresh mind registered the grim picture of a once-great hall in ruin: tapestries torn and dirtied, paintings defiled beyond repair, a shrine reduced to a twisted lump of gold…Suddenly, the ground shook. Fearfully, the hatchling scrambled off its perch, looking upward. A single crack appeared. Two. Three. They propagated, spreading outward, engulfing the stone. Groaning, bits of stone and dust began to fall. The young creature took off screaming toward the passage, crying, tears streaming down its soft, immature scaled face. Once in front of the door, it skidded to a halt among the mess of its birth. The ground took the opportunity to heave once more, throwing the child off its feet. A large chunk, twice larger than an adult Dragon, fell upon the lower half of the dragonling from the cracks that had now reached every stone surface. The child screamed again, the sound dwarfing anything that had been uttered by the thing since its birth. More stones fell, covering it, pinning it to the ground as the poor creature's lifeblood poured upon the gray stone, spilling outward in a pool of crimson. In desperation, the child looked upward at the blue eye-crystal: it was shimmering, revealing…something. The last look the child had of the world in its short life was of a circular symbol, half-white, half-black, separated by a sinuous line.