Trials of Light and Dark
Family
The White One brought Red-Eyes into his mansion, and at first sight, Red gasped. It was nothing like he had seen. The ceiling seemed to go up forever, and everything was enlarged to be the perfect size to the dragon. On the floor of the room that they were in, on the center was a huge painting of two dragons fighting, one painted white, the other black, and were inside of a circle with odd Egyptian symbols that Red could not comprehend. The walls were of stone blocks, solidly placed together, and huge enchanted torches that never went out were aligned evenly along the walls to light up the area. There was a large, heavy wooden double-door directly infront of the floor painting. Hundreds of yards away from the door, both to the left and to the right, were halls. What was in them could not be seen, but Red guessed it'd be similar to what he sees now. Directly beside the door were the beginning of a staircase, beautifully decorated with randomized diamonds, jewels, crystals, and gold and silver flakes. The stairs formed a circle as it went up, the doors of other rooms placed along the stairs. It was definately too enormous for Red-Eyes to venture around himself.
"I see that you like the sight of my home," The White One spoke softly to the smaller black dragon.
"It's freakin' huge! How'd you get something so neat! I've been living in a stupid cave forever!" Red-Eyes practically bounced with the enthusiasm his words held.
The White one chuckled softly, and then lowered his head to Red, "It was given to my family and I as a gift, and as a representation that we stand for them."
Red cocked his head, looking a bit confused, "Stand for them? What do you mean?"
The White One hesitated for a moment, gathering his thoughts together. He was told hundreds of times when he was a kid of the story by his parents, and them before him, and now him to a stranger, "Well, hundreds of years ago, the gods have been living on the land for an unrecordable amount of time, in flesh. They were gifted with immortality, and power that was feared by all that was vile. There were more than four, but the rest had jobs to care for the world that required less attention. Obelisk, Slifer, and Ra were the ones that lived together, and decided together upon what to do with the world. There was one other who lived with them as well, but his opinions on what to do with the land were often not taken into consideration due to the obvious darkness within his heart, and those who were unlucky enough to know his name at all, knew him by the name of Exodia. He often took advantage of the weak for his own greedy gains, and was more powerful than the rest of the gods, so no one tried to stop him, but instead often gave him advice, and warned him of his bad acts. Exodia never did anything majorly destructive, but he soon grew annoyed with constant lectures and ignored opinions. He would soon turn on them, but even though he had more than enough power to strike all three of them in seconds flat, he decided not to. If he did, he'd be casted away by magicians, forever restrained from using his power ever again, hidden in some far away place for all eternity. What was needed for him to succeed needed more silence, and Exodia knew just the thing. The pet dragons, of course, he thought.
Ever since the beginning of time, there were dragons the gods had made to inhabit the land as pets. All the creatures of the land were made by them, of course, but the ones that were kept closest to them were the dragons. The decision to create them were, of course, Obelisk, Slifer, and Ra. When Exodia's opinion was yet again ignored during the creation of them, he made carbon copy dragons of them. But since they were born out of his darkness, instead of the divinity of the others, they were darker, more sinister than the other pets. Thus, the white dragons and the black dragons, them being often called "shadows", were created. Throughout time, they brought Exodia stolen wealth and souls, all the while he denied to his other three "allies" that he had made them, and claimed that they were a defect in their creationism. Originally, they were just made to mock the other three's creation, and the white dragons started to be taught by the main three gods of how to battle more properly, in hopes to rid the world of the shadows. That's where this house comes from, it was originally the gods' home, and what lies beyond the door infront of you are the training grounds. But that's off topic.
Exodia decided to use the shadows he had created to battle their lighter half, the white dragons. They had the training of many lifetimes, unfortunately, and so his dark dragons quickly fell like flies with Exodia's rule over them. This very quickly caught the other's attention, and they acted swiftly. An attempt to bind Exodia's power for eternity with a powerful spell was made, and it succeeded. But, the spell took time, and they could not manage to stop him before he destroyed them with a single shot of his dark energy. Flesh and blood may be destroyed, but Exodia does not have the power to destroy souls. The spirits of Obelisk, Slifer, and Ra still lived on, and finished the ritual, casting Exodia away, in a land too dreadful to mention to any living thing. To this day, he still lives restrained, and the darkness in his heart communes with his creations, beckoning them all to free him. We still exist to find him and destroy him, as well as to fend off the dark dragons in hopes that they don't find him before we do."
Red-Eyes blinked a few times, and scratched his head, in thought for a moment, "Am I a shadow?"
Slowly, The White one nodded to the smaller dragon.
"If I'm so evil, then why have you let me in your home?"
The White One smiled a bit, "Your mother was the first shadow I have met that seemed to have a heart at all, and you're very young, so there's still a chance to take you away from Exodia's darkness, and into my light."
Red-Eyes yawned boredly, "You say lots of funny words that I don't understand. When do I get to see that one kid that my mom spoke of!"
The huge white dragon chuckled, finding it somewhat cute, but he knew better than to let it shrug off so easily, "You must listen to the stories that I tell you, for they are the most important things you must ever know. But for now, you will get what you want. I shall introduce you to my son."
The White One picked Red-Eyes up in his mouth, and slowly made his way up the seemingly infinite staircase. After passing a couple doors, he pushed open one, walked inside the dimly lit room, and dropped Red out of his mouth, the doors falling to a close behind him. A low yawn echoed throughout the room, and a small blue dragon laying in the corner of the room raised his head, his eyes cracking open, a hint of blue glowing from the child's eyes.
"Dad?"
"Yes, my son, it's me. I have brought someone new to our home," The White One smiled down to his son, but it was a little hard to see in the darkness. Just seeing how much his little one has grown made him proud.
The small blue dragon rose onto his feet, and edged closer to Red-Eyes, sniffing him a few times, "You smell funny. Where do you come from?"
At that, Red sniffed himself, and was a bit confused, as he thought he smelled fine. Shrugging it off, he replied, "I come from some nearby mountains. My mom dropped..." Until now, Red was caught up in the beautiful looking house, and the story The White One had told him, but the question had brought him back to reality. His mother, the only person he had ever known love to, had left him. Beginning to sob softly to himself, the other dragon around his own age lifted Red's head with his nose.
"Hey, don't cry, cheer up. Uhm... my name's Blue-Eyes. What's yours?"
Red ceased to sob, a slight smile forming on his face, "Funny, my name sounds like yours. I'm Red-Eyes."
At that moment, The White One lowered his head, and nuzzled Blue-Eyes, causing his son to fall onto his side and giggle, since it tickled to him, "And I'm your father!" They both laughed a bit.
Red-Eyes smiles at the sight, but at the same time seeing this made him feel lonely. His own father had deserted him shortly after he was born, but he didn't know exactly why. He was too young to remember, and his mother obscured the harsh truth from him. Seeing the sadness in his glowing eyes, The White One turned from his son, and to the black dragon.
"What's wrong, little one?" The White One asked with the same concern in his voice as what he would use if he asked his own offspring.
"Just that... my own father, I never really knew him. He left me and mom a bit after I was born. Seeing you two together makes me miss him," Red-Eyes spoke with his eyes looking to the floor.
Blue-Eyes frowned at this, but his face quickly lit up with an idea, "Hey, why doesn't my dad be your dad?"
The White One chuckled softly to himself. Of course, that was the plan all along, but he wanted to see the two act... cute, "Aw, well, I don't know, I was thinking of giving him to those nice daycare ladies."
Blue-Eyes and Red-Eyes both stood side-by-side next to eachother, looking at The White One with their glowing eyes, forcing a fake smile, and at the exact same time they pleaded, "Pleeeease?"
The White One sighed and shrugged, "Well, all right, I suppose it's alri-"
Before he could finish, Red and Blue both hugged The White One, saying repetitivly, "Thanks, thanks, thanks!"
Red-Eyes was the first to break the hug, and stepped back, looking up to The White One, "So, I guess I'll be calling you... 'Father'?"
The White One nodded, the joy showing through his face.
Red turned to Blue-Eyes, "What about your mom, where's she?"
Blue opened his mouth to answer, but before words came out, The White One interrupted, "Lana spends most of her time patrolling the mansion, but she comes here for a few hours at night, and occasionally works in daycare."
Red-Eyes smiled in content. A nice place, both a mom and a dad, a brother; even a sweet place to live in! Maybe this place wasn't going to be so bad, he thought.
Maybe.