Author's note: All characters and locations are the rightful property of Blizzard. This cannot be overstated, I am NOT an employee of Blizzard, and I am not Chis Metzen or any of the other geniuses that created Azeroth. I own nothing except the OCs and a few original locations for the purpose of this story. This is my first story so please no flames but criticism is appreciated. This is an AU so to prevent confusion, this will NOT follow the original lore don't like don't read. Have a nice day.
Son of Neltharion
Deep within one the largest caverns in Azeroth, far away from any potential danger, dozens of black colored eggs lined the cavern's wall. The eggs glowed in the light of the cavern given off by the naturally glowing crystals, drowning the cave in a reddish light. The eggs looked normal enough if one ignored the spikes that jutted out near the base of the eggs and the fact that the eggs were three feet tall. The Cavern stood silent as it contained nothing but the eggs which seemed as if they were carved from the rock of the cavern. The silence of the cavern was broken as one of the eggs began to rock back and forth, as if it were a flag caught in the wind. Slowly cracks began to appear as the egg continued its rocking, the cracking of the reverberating throughout the once silent cavern.
For another hour the egg continued its rocking as the creature within fought for freedom from its leathery prison. Finally a snout the color of volcanic obsidian forced its way through the egg, until finally the head of a reptilian creature surged though the opening. The little creature knew it was almost there, it was almost free, just a little further, just a little further and it would be free of this tiny, cramped prison. With one final surge of energy the little creature forced itself from the egg and being dumped rather clumsily on the floor of the cavern. Finally the identity of the newborn creature was revealed, the creature was a newly hatched black dragon, still wet from the liquids and goo that had sustained it in the egg.
After pausing for several minutes to gather its strength after its titanic struggle to liberate itself from the egg the little dragon stood an all four legs and began to survey its surroundings gazing at the dozens of other eggs that still contained its siblings. Finally the little dragon began to walk around the large cavern, all the while releasing small cries as if to summon something. For hours the hatchling entertained itself by exploring the cavern's interior, inspecting the eggs that still showed no signs of life within as its siblings remained in their slumber, gazing at the strange red crystals that tinted its black scales with a red tint, and generally figuring out how to use its limbs to move through the massive hollow within the earth.
Finally the hatchling's body could no longer take the exhaustion as the newly born dragon collapsed and fell into a deep sleep from its exertions during its first few hours of life. The little dragon slept for what felt like hours before it was awoken by a faint rumbling. Gazing around sleepily the little creature turned its head towards the gaping hole that was the only seeable way in or out of the cavern. The rumbling began to get louder and louder, going from a faint tremor in the earth to something more akin to a moving earthquake. Yet despite this, the hatchling felt no fear or anxiety. Instead it felt an odd sense of safety, as if it knew that what was coming would never harm it in any way. Finally as the rumbling reached the opening of the cavern, it stopped suddenly. Curiosity filled the little dragon as it began to make its way towards the gaping hole in the cavern's walls. As the little dragon reached the opening of the cavern, a large serpentine head came into the red light of the cavern's natural crystal light. The light revealed a titanic black wyrm, a fully grown male black dragon whose eye dwarfed the little hatchling as it stared up at a creature that one day, if it survived that long, it would grow up to rival I size. Of course this was currently beyond the hatchling as it finally released a series of squeaks at the large dragon. Suddenly the cavern was filled with rumbling sounds of the larger dragon as it laughed affectionately at the display made by the little dragon. "You are a brave one aren't you my child." In response to the statement made by its now revealed father, they hatchling only continued to squeak. The adult only continued to laugh at the hatchling's squeaking. "As expected from a son of mine, completely devoid of fear. You are definitely the son of Neltharion the Earth-Warder." The identity of the large dragon was now revealed. He was one of the five great dragon Aspects, the Aspect of the Earth blessed by the Titan Khaz'goroth himself with dominion over the very earth of Azeroth, and the leader of the Black dragonflight, Neltharion the Earth-Warder. Neltharion gazed down at the hatchling as any father would gaze down at their firstborn child, love and joy mingled together as the hatchling only continued squeaking at his massive father. "You can't go on just being referred as my son now can you. A name is what you need my little hatchling." As the large wyrm considered the hatchling, and name came to him. "Obsidrion. Your name shall be Obsidrion, your name comes from the glass formed from a volcanic explosion, the very symbol of our flight. Bear the name well my son." To his father's speech the newly named Obsidrion only continued his squeaking. That finally sends his father into a fit of laughter, as he says "Maybe it would have been better to wait until you could truly understand me to name you for the significance to hit you but what's done is done. Hopefully you learn to speak soon my son." In response Obsidrion only squeaks.
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