Elvarg's Destiny
The Naming
Elizabeth sat on a wooden chair, in the empty house, clutching her baby tightly. It was pretty cold, and she was shivering. The house had an eerie feeling to it. She was alone, but Elizabeth felt she was being watched…
At the thought of this she clutched her baby even tighter. She couldn't wait for Paladir any longer. She had to leave the house, but she couldn't go into the crowded streets of Varrock. She would surely suffer as she had before…
The baby cried, and Elizabeth's senses perked up. She shushed the baby. "Quiet, we don't know what's going to happen…little one."
She thought she would name him. The perfect name for him…Excrucio. Latin for pain, and suffering.
Elvarg was restless. As a small dragon, the Dragon Speaker Mage had always told her that she was special, born with a destiny…and Elvarg hadn't completed it yet. She was fearful that if she failed her task, she would be sent to Hael, the dragon's hell.
Elvarg glanced at her wing again. It hadn't stopped bleeding yet. Her annoyed and blaming look shifted over to the dead warrior in the corner of her cave. Why did the humans always have to meddle with her? She wanted nothing to do with their lives, only to build a better one of her own. The green dragons up in the wilderness treated her different from the rest, for she was the only female in the pack.
There was a small cracking noise from the egg. Elvarg flew over, ignoring the great pain. She saw a little baby dragon there, born a lot earlier than she had expected. It had good wings, and had the build to be a strong dragon, almost impossible to kill.
"I shall call you Elric. May you always be feared, never to be loved by another." Elvarg spoke, in her dragon tongue. The level 26 skeleton that had been sitting in the corner earlier limped over. He cracked a little smile and pledged himself to always take care of the baby dragon.
Elvarg couldn't hear him, because her ears were blocked out by crying. It belonged to a baby dragon. Not Elric, but Elvarg's past.
Elizabeth stared at the darkness. She was quite used to it by now. She yearned for a lantern, but feared she might set her clothes on fire. That's the way she lived her life. In fear.
Excrucio was quiet ever since the naming. His eyes were closed, and it seemed he was focusing on something. But what?
Elizabeth couldn't get the danger sign out of her mind. Something was right…
"It is coming." She whispered, hardly audible.
Her face was now filled with fear and she was sweating hard. Her ears had a pounding sound…it wouldn't stop. She couldn't get rid of it.
Her motionless body fell to the floor.