ORIGIN OF ABYSSMAL
THE DRACONIAN CHAMPION
Dawn broke over the plateau. Meadows and flowers bloomed everywhere. Moving through the fields were cattle animals; sheep and cows, stalking them were carnivores. On a small out cropping in the center of the plateau, was a small alcove, with a nest.
A small egg thieving beast crept toward the nest, and did not notice the strange movement nearby. It was fast; too fast for the egg thief to even notice. No blood; no sound, except for the crunch of bones and the larger carnivore eats the thief.
As the rays of light broke the entrance of the small alcove, they danced across the scales that made up its hide. Many cultures have stories of dragons; they come in many shapes and sizes, but this one, this was the father. The mother was much smaller, but very skilled in magic. The father here, was big in size, was a glossy coal color, mixed with ash specks. His eyes were a pale; alien white, and his snout was a good foot and a quarter.
The mother was a wolf furry; with purple fur, and big ears. She had Golden eyes, and an uncanny skill in summoning, mind control, and dark energy. Her teeth were unnaturally sharp, and had semi decent shape shifting capabilities.
In the nest were 4 eggs, and the mother tended to the eggs while the father hunted. The mother was a much better fighter than the father, so he kept to hunting. One day they had to switch, due to a severe case of cabin fever. That was when the Hunters struck.
They came as a team of six. Two of them were archers, the rest were melee fighters of sorts. The male's fall was quick, and swift, but he knocked a purple egg out of the nest in the fight. This egg carried a hatchling to come to call himself, Abyssmal.
When the mother came home, she slayed all the hunters, but in her grief, committed suicide. The egg would hatch five days later.
I can feel the energy within me growing, but when it will emerge, I do not know. This makes me worried. Many things do, I am a young hatchling, alone. I know many things thanks to my mother's magic, she taught me within the egg, and I learned much, but the knowledge suddenly stopped. Several days after my hatching; I discovered the cave, the dead bodies of the hunters, my father, the broken eggs of my dead siblings, and my mother, throat slit. Thanks to her lessons, I knew how to hunt.
Over the years; I grew, and learned. Every night, I practiced in what my mother taught me.
As I journeyed from the cave, I noticed things. Every day I went to hunt, and every day there was less. The plateau was dying. I stared around, in horror. M- My home… I went out to hunt down a carnivore.
Several weeks later, the last living thing died. Li- like an Abyss… Abyssmal… My name is Abyssmal. I slowly began to get thinner, weaker, and mentally insane.
Many years later, at a century old, the mist appeared. They kept to themselves at first, not going near my Alcove, but in time they came. That was when I began to use my powers of control and persuasion.
I started small, but slowly gathered more. Eventually, I controlled the majority of the creatures for an hour or two at a time. Then I moved to time.
At age 150, a century and a half, I had lost it. I was bent on letting no trespassers in. I had control over any creature which entered my domain. I was like this until the being named Zeth Nightingale flew over my border.
