The color of destiny, Du Hjarta Vrangr
Chapter I – Violet; The Lost One
Cold, clammy and sweaty he awoke. Who he was exactly he was not sure, where he was he did not know. All he knew was that the bed was warm, there was a fire in the hearth, and bright sunlight was seeping through a single large window. Blearily the young man got up, completely confused as to everything that his head hurt, but he decided not to think about it. He wasn't about to discover what he had lost in his amnesia by sitting around in bed. An earth-shaking noise rumbled from outside, alarmed the youth scrambled to his window. Gazing outside he caught sight of the yawning maw belonging to a massive, blue, sparkling… thing.
Whatever that thing was outside, it didn't look friendly. And it's sheer size alone left him feeling very, very tiny, and weak. Still, fearful or not he desired to know what that thing was, so he started off the way he was going before. The place seemed to be a castle, outside of his room the halls were floored with fine rugs and great tapestries displaying the same blue creature and a man fighting beside, and apparently on it. Wait… on it? What manner of person could ride such a fearsome creature? Somehow he got the feeling that this castle belonged to the monster and its rider.
When all the tapestries were passed the young man came across a mirror, he stopped to look at himself, as he didn't remember what he looked like. What he saw was a shaggy mane of back hair, two bright orbs of startling violet pointed ears, and somewhat pointed teeth. What exactly was he? He remembered being around humans, and he knew humans didn't have half of his features, in fact; they were almost opposite to him in every way. He heard nothing come up to him, but from right beside him came a voice brimming with knowledge and authority, "So, your awake are you?" Startled, he cringed back, righting himself again he said shortly, "Yes," finding his voice to be rather deep and large somehow. "Good." Responded the other, "We found you collapsed along our way back from Alagaesia, I healed your wounds and left you to rest, you've been out for at least a week."
After hearing that he blanched, then his stomach rumbled ominously. Normally people wouldn't be able to hear it, but the man's large pointed ears seemed to escape that logic, he grinned with an amused look. "I take it you haven't eaten in forever, have you? Well we can fix that, the Dwarven cooks who opted to live here brought with them a fine Nagra!" The youth had absolutely no idea what a Nagra was, but it sounded like food, and food he liked the sound of.
Sometime down the hall his host became grim, and he quietly asked him. "Do you know anything about the object you were found with?" The amnesiac kid shook his head, not aware that he had any possessions to be found with. The man paused, but it didn't take him long to come to the conclusion he did, "Well… you can't be lying, because you have been speaking the entire time in the ancient language." He blinked, "What-now language? This is the only tongue I know how to speak…" The man left it at that, "That's besides the point, what i found you with was a large, oval shaped violet stone. Are you sure you know nothing of it?" He shook his head, "I don't own anything at all from what I know, but I don't seem to know anything… I hope I didn't steal it." The man snorted, "I don't think you could've, it's a dragon egg, and unlike any I have ever seen. You wouldn't be found at al if you had stolen a dragon egg."
Then it came to him, that great blue monster outside, was really a Dragon…
