The Chronicle of Therax
Chapter 1: All Stories Must Start Somewhere
Please read about what Therax looks like on my bio before reading this
The halls where silent as Therax walked along slowly and thought to himself about what
he had been doing for the past week when he walked into his friend Fafnir
Fafnir: Hey Therax what you doing out so late at night
Therax: I can't sleep how about you?
Fafnir: I was just going for a midnight stroll do ya wanaa come?
Therax: Yeah sure beats being alone
Fafnir: Yea I can't agree more there
Therax: So do you always have a midnight wander or is tonight special?
Fafnir: No nothing special about tonight but I just felt like I really needed to get out and have a breath of fresh air you know what I mean?
Therax: yea I know what you mean
Fafnir: I haven't seen you in a while how've you been?
Therax: I was just thinking about my brother it's been exactly a year since he went missing
Fafnir: you must be pretty down right now I know that I would if anyone I know went missing especially if it was family
Therax: Wait what was that?
Fafnir: what was what?
Therax: I thought that I heard something is all
Fafnir: well its getting early I have to go or I'll never wake up in the morning
Therax: Heh yea seeya
Fafnir: bye
Fafnir walks down a separate pathway as Therax continues onwards he starts to see strange figures lurking in the shadows
Therax: Whose there?
There's no reply just an eerie silence
Therax: god now I'm seeing things
Therax sighs and continues along his path still seeing the shadows but ignoring them. When he gets to his room
he walks in and locks the door behind him. He then crawls over to his bed climbs in and falls fast asleep.
The Dream
It's the same every night Therax is running towards his brother but the closer he gets to his brother moves further away until eventually he catches up with him when he reaches his brother he disappears leaving a single scale but the strange thing is when Therax wakes up he finds a single black scale at the bottom of his bed this is especially strange as the only black dragon in Warfang is Cynder and she doesn't even know who Therax is.
The Next Morning
The next morning Therax gets up and walks to the window to see that it is a dark and drizzly day and thinks to himself how he's going to train the hatchlings later in the day but quickly puts that thought aside as he sees the 365th scale lying there. Therax walks over to the scale and picks it up. Looking at it the scale is a jet black with groves following the shape of it and on the back the scale is a slightly lighter shade of black and smooth just like all of the others. But this time Therax takes the scale with him as he walks to the door unlocks it and proceeds through. He walks through a multitude of corridors and tunnels until finally he arrives at the vision pool.
Therax: Ignitus show yourself
When Therax gets no answer black wisps of smoke start to flow out of him
Therax: Ignitus I know that you're there now answer me or I'm coming in after you. This is your last chance. Don't say that I didn't warn you.
Still being ignored by the dead fire guardian the black smoke drifting from Therax starts to tear across the ground and into the vision pool. The pool glows lightly purple gradually becoming stronger until it starts to pulse and shine with power the swirling water within showing Therax's Target, a library, but no ordinary library the library of the chroniclers.