A/N:
Hello, as some of you are familiar with this old story saved in your favorites, this piece was something I had originally thrown together for a friend at the time.
There wasn't much planning put into it other than the fact we both enjoyed a rare pair, and it reflects in my writing...
I'm not sure what I was thinking with the structure or plot, and the original outline is lost, but I probably didn't have much of one as I've written more detailed and thought out rp… lmbo
To those of you who favorited and commented and honestly enjoyed the rough of this fic and even told me you had never thought to ship them before but liked it, or anything else along those lines... I honestly say thank you. Without you I would've dropped this story from my life entirely as a failed experiment with no value, but knowing people out there were interested in it and were able to enjoy it past the narrative issues at the time encouraged me to hold onto it. While the friend and I no longer speak, this story has been on my mind for many years and I want to rewrite it new. I will say personally that I'm unsure if my writing will do the vision justice but I love this series and I love writing rare pairs (and what more motivation do you need when you enjoy those pairs?) So this story will continue and is currently in the works. These days I still struggle with writing but I am doing my best to create a more immersive feeling to the story and characters by taking some liberties and attempting to deepen them, we'll never get a remake or sequel anyway so we may as well take the origin material into our own hands and make what we will of it.
Thank you for reading this and I hope you enjoy what I've decided to do with the replanning of this fic. While the story has changed, and the title may likely change to reflect it, I hope that my earliest readers are still able to enjoy it as hopefully something even more than the original.
This first chapter is more of a prologue, and the next chapters are already being worked on. I appreciate any and all reviews on writing as well as general comments or questions on the story. Please don't be afraid to ask about anything! I sometimes struggle to convey thoughts at times, so I appreciate when unclear verbiage or pacing is pointed out. Any and all edits will be listed and dated in the footnotes, while notes and headcanon talk will be at the top, thanks!
Tolten
DISCLAIMER: I don't own LOD or the characters. I published this story originally on 11/16/10, and a lot has changed since then. If you are a returning reader I hope that you enjoy the new version of this story, and if you are new, please enjoy this indulgent rarepair fic and the attempts to fill in blank spaces. I'm not the best writer, but I really love this game and wish we had more backstory. Consider this fic a slightly deviated AU
It was another world, and another time; eleven thousand years ago during the age of Creation. Endiness, an ancient planet teeming with diverse life, lay in a brilliant cluster of stars nestled within the dark hands of Soa. The lands were slowly carved by Soa's design, as ancient winds and waters created great mountains and deep inky pools of ocean, deeper than most any could travel save for the great beasts which dwell at the center of the earth. Endiness was home to many diverse creatures and a deep life force to which they were all connected, and legends say they were all sprouted from a great and gnarled tree, though if such a mythical tree existed in the past it is now dust.
Winglies, a powerful people in natural possession of incredible magic had lived freely in much of Endiness for epochs. They were creatures of high intelligence and skill, capable of flight and magic, they often lived in enormous floating cities in the clouds. Over time they became quite diverse in regional cultures and dialects, understanding their deeply intuitive magic and easily expanding their territories even beneath the sea, and these powerful cities lasted even after the end of their reign. The only creatures of Endiness to rival the intelligence and power of Winglies were the Elder Wyrms, ancient dragons of Endiness which ruled their lands under weathered tooth and claw. No one dared cross these great beasts, ancient ones in their own right, and when the Winglies and Wyrms crossed paths it was as accidental as fate can be. For millennia, each creature of Endiness kept to their own paths and familiar lands, only venturing into other territories in mutual trade and communication during the trade seasons, where the most communication between the creatures of Endiness occurred in ancient times. Minintos came from the shadows of their liminal spaces with their stardust and glimmering gems, Gigantos came from deep within the cragged rock valleys of Gloriano with metalwork and natural mineral paints-of which the recipes and methods were carefully controlled and unique to each crafter, and even Merfolk came upon the shores to trade the various shells and viscera of the seas, and each would discuss their matters and mingle before returning back to their homes after some months. This is how the ancients would gather to speak.
Over time, the minds of civilization began to change. The Wyrms of old eventually died, stuck in their old ways. Each death took thousands of years of knowledge with them, and indeed the dragons never quite recovered from the loss of their ways. They slowly became more beastlike in their mindset and practice in comparison, and though they were intelligent, became renowned as vicious and scathing creatures to be either hunted for their hides by only the incredibly brave or stupid.
The draconic ones weren't the only civilization to be affected by time. While most other creatures had slowly lost their knowledge of the old ways, and therefore lost their connection to innate power, the Winglies only rose above them in skill. Over time this blinded the leaders and much of the people to the resources around them. Led astray by this ignorance, they gradually came to abuse it. Winglies began to expand their boundaries and conquer neighboring lands, exploiting their assets and destroying their peoples. Their rule became cruel, efficient, nearly mechanical, as they commodified even their offspring by best pedigree for the continued goal of ruling over each creature. Their reign came at a price, as over time corruption and selective breeding seemingly caused their power to decline.
Thus followed the Dragon Campaign, a great uprising of the remaining collective peoples exploited under the rule of the winged ones which finally ended with the fall of the capital Kadessa and the death of their appointed lord, Melbu Frahma, as some legends say. Countless died. The collective loss of life on all sides was terribly great, and all of civilization felt the immense ripples of war for far too many generations. Beaten and ruthlessly sought out in retribution for the crimes of their enabled rulers, the remaining Winglies disguised themselves and assimilated into Human life or fled into the crevices of the lands for fear of horrific death. The body of Melbu Frahma was never found and so the added fear of Wingly retaliation led to their near extinction.
Seemingly satisfied with victory, the remaining devastated life of Endiness scrambled to piece back the ruins into former glory to no avail. Rulers rose and fell as easily as sand blew in the winds of time, and so there were no leaders to lead the complacent aimless. Humans, which were quick to lead the uprising against the Winglies, transitioned the position of leadership into one of absolute power and rule, and no one could contest them except the wild dragons themselves.
The world has been in constant strife with each other over thousands and thousands of years since the usurpation of power into human rule, as the Humans quickly abused their power to divide and conquer the ones they once called allies.
This was the general grasp of Wingly history that has survived over so many thousands of years. Their bloodlines weakened and snuffed out gradually through the winds of time.
Whether all believed it was another story.