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Fahriel, the Jaded Guardian
by Ravyn Arcadia
Watcher
2 years ago
The Case of the Raining Yolks is one of the most mysterious parts of the great war. It’s known that in 3 instances, an individual doomed to death was struck with the yolk of an unborn dragon and merged together. One being the dragon painter Nocturne, one merged with a being in an as yet unknown area, and the last being Fahriel.
Her mortal name has long been lost to time. A woman with a short frame, dark black skin and brown eyes with shaved head that wore modest ragged rags for clothes. She had a snub nose and small lopsided lips as well as a scar from the belly button to the shoulder from her youth. She was shy and often backed away from roads if someone came close to her.
She ran a less than appealing orphanage hidden in the woods. Having predicted the war as some others have done, she moved her orphanage to the woods. There she housed around 10 kids on average, with most of them dying young or from illnesses. She did everything possible to adopt them to people far from the war zone she was in, with little success.
Begging for scraps, food, and change kept the babies and children fed, but the walls sang a song of coldness blowing a chill that caressed them with worsening conditions.
Her love for the children was immeasurable and pure, she built a ‘hive’ for them to sleep in. There was kind of a big ball with pillows they all crawled inside of where she slept on top to keep them warm under the damp blankets that never seemed to dry.
Like the demographic of the lands 90% were human children. One time she found a baby dragon boy named Thory who helped make fires. Sadly Thory fell ill and passed away, earning him one of the many many graves she dug in the back. Constantly crying and mourning the loss of those in her care, she managed to keep a strong smile for the babies.
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When the war worsened, the nearest warlord took her oldest three children. Two boys and one girl were taken from the home and placed in a training camp to be cannon fodder and die in the front. Neither she nor those taken had been given a choice.
Devastated at the loss, she now had no one to watch over the small ones but the 7 year old Roury. A little boy from the Amethyst isle which had sunk not too long ago was tasked with helping care for the babies.
With her away and begging for anything she can get to care for the children, Roury was unable to protect them when bandits came calling. He could not stop the bandits from coming in and taking every penny, food scrap and item. Even things of little to no value were taken. They cut the hive they slept in from the ceiling to take the iron in the hook it hung from, breaking the ball bed in half for fun.
Roury had enough of the bandits destroying his home and managed to impale one of them in the throat with his powers before he was stabbed dead by another bandit. Two more children suffered abuse from the bandits.
When she returned she fell to her knees at the sight of the dead. The house they called home was barely standing. It was now a broken and busted ruin with the remaining babies and children scared for their lives. She began to work on rebuilding, shaping the orb of bed to a 2 layer igloo with fresh wood under, keeping some warmth at night. She managed to smile around the remaining children in her care. When alone, her heart is broken and she cries herself to sleep.
Some time later, she managed to get used blankets and food and actually feed some of the children thanks to a little boy coming in with the power to sprout fruit from any tree, things were finally looking up.
Alas, this was not to last.
One morning she woke with a sense of dread. She looked outside to the blood red sky as the war raged closer. The oldest of the three the warlord took from her ran to her door screaming for her to grab who she can, lead who she can and leave the rest. The army is coming and clearing out the area soon.
She told him she could not leave any of them behind. She managed to trade in all of her valuables for a busted cart she had to fix on her own.
With no horse or animal to pull it, she did it with her own strength. Trying to leave the area the same day the war reached her zone, she kept a steady power walk with 11 children in the cart. She pulled the cart down dirt roads held together by hope and prayer.
They reached a fork in the road when one of the wheels came off. A sudden blast from behind them blew up enough shrapnel to impale the children sitting in the back. She immediately tended to the injuries but a fight between a fire and magma beast attacking three elven ice mages along with miscellaneous soldiers from three factions made a war zone around her.
She begged them to stop while trying to get the children out of the battle. She was going in to move the children out of the way when it happened. A blast of fire and ice aimed to the soldiers deflected and hit the cart instead. The cart was blown up easily and all remaining children were sent flying to the grass by the signs at the fork in the road. She ran to the children, some of whom managed to get to their feet and ran. ‘’Go that way, don’t stop!’’ she yelled pointing to the town 0.5 miles away, hoping someone will mercy them and house them.
The children that survived the blast managed to escape but the boy with the power of making the fruit grow laid there on his stomach. She took his tunic off revealing he had once had wings, those wings were ripped out and taken before he found his way to her. The boy shivered as suddenly from the sky another blast hit the entire area. The ground rumbled and stones hit her from behind, impaling her skin as she hugged the boy to shield him.
‘’Leave.... go.... I’m....’’ he said before she hugged him tighter, making him unable to speak such nonsense. She hugged him and more shockwaves of fire hit her, burning her clothes, skin and even hair, exposed bones and flesh before she began to breathe hardly.
She laid down over him, the two sink lightly into the mud as a soldier ran up behind her. ‘’Oh pity, can’t have any fun with this one’’ he said with a scummy smile as he slashed across her back multiple times, severing her spine and hitting deep.
She didn’t even scream, she hugged and sobbed hoping the boy wouldn’t die as the soldier laughed and raised sword ready to impale her, when the strangest thing happened.
Somewhere in the sky a female dragon was struck. This unknown female dragon, had three eggs inside her explode with whole yolks surviving. One of which hit this woman in the back, merging with her immediately. She began growing large, green and white with beautiful fae like features. She looked to the boy, now small enough fit in her hand, held him to her chest and saw a green light emit from her hand.
The boy not only healed, his wings grew back. He looked up and smiled before the surrounding men and monsters looked their way, all knowing she is not on their teams raise sword and attacks before she hugged the boy and let out a roar sending them all to the ground onto their backs.
‘’All you do is take! Take and destroy. Now it’s time I take back what you have taken without thought.’’ she roared in rage before clearing the whole road and forest of all soldiers, mages, enemy monsters, warriors and leaders.
The area became so dangerous, it became a no-go zone for anyone in any faction to enter with malicious intent. It was most definitely not worth the fight when the odds of defeating the dragon are less than zero.
In spite of the dangers of her forest, people have heard of children passing through and going out healed and unharmed on the other end.
Fahriel, as she calls herself, no longer runs an orphanage. The goddess Clairitia having taken over and now takes care of the children who ran through the woods the day of the war and gained an alliance with the dragoness.
Fahriel kept one of the few remaining fairy woods and protects it from harm. She became a sister of Nocturne and Sweet Sunn thanks to the fact they have yolks from the same mother dragon. They sense one another and know one another by soul even though they have yet to meet and likely may never meet.
She is known as an aggressive defender of her borders but also as someone who has no desire to expand her territory. She is a fair judge and a beautiful sight to behold when she takes to the sky to look out over the surrounding lands.
She holds no deity status despite being immortal, a demigod, and at a power level much higher than half of the actual gods.
Lore by
Wawa and modified a bit by me.
Art by
ShaorHashi of FA and DA
Her mortal name has long been lost to time. A woman with a short frame, dark black skin and brown eyes with shaved head that wore modest ragged rags for clothes. She had a snub nose and small lopsided lips as well as a scar from the belly button to the shoulder from her youth. She was shy and often backed away from roads if someone came close to her.
She ran a less than appealing orphanage hidden in the woods. Having predicted the war as some others have done, she moved her orphanage to the woods. There she housed around 10 kids on average, with most of them dying young or from illnesses. She did everything possible to adopt them to people far from the war zone she was in, with little success.
Begging for scraps, food, and change kept the babies and children fed, but the walls sang a song of coldness blowing a chill that caressed them with worsening conditions.
Her love for the children was immeasurable and pure, she built a ‘hive’ for them to sleep in. There was kind of a big ball with pillows they all crawled inside of where she slept on top to keep them warm under the damp blankets that never seemed to dry.
Like the demographic of the lands 90% were human children. One time she found a baby dragon boy named Thory who helped make fires. Sadly Thory fell ill and passed away, earning him one of the many many graves she dug in the back. Constantly crying and mourning the loss of those in her care, she managed to keep a strong smile for the babies.
—
When the war worsened, the nearest warlord took her oldest three children. Two boys and one girl were taken from the home and placed in a training camp to be cannon fodder and die in the front. Neither she nor those taken had been given a choice.
Devastated at the loss, she now had no one to watch over the small ones but the 7 year old Roury. A little boy from the Amethyst isle which had sunk not too long ago was tasked with helping care for the babies.
With her away and begging for anything she can get to care for the children, Roury was unable to protect them when bandits came calling. He could not stop the bandits from coming in and taking every penny, food scrap and item. Even things of little to no value were taken. They cut the hive they slept in from the ceiling to take the iron in the hook it hung from, breaking the ball bed in half for fun.
Roury had enough of the bandits destroying his home and managed to impale one of them in the throat with his powers before he was stabbed dead by another bandit. Two more children suffered abuse from the bandits.
When she returned she fell to her knees at the sight of the dead. The house they called home was barely standing. It was now a broken and busted ruin with the remaining babies and children scared for their lives. She began to work on rebuilding, shaping the orb of bed to a 2 layer igloo with fresh wood under, keeping some warmth at night. She managed to smile around the remaining children in her care. When alone, her heart is broken and she cries herself to sleep.
Some time later, she managed to get used blankets and food and actually feed some of the children thanks to a little boy coming in with the power to sprout fruit from any tree, things were finally looking up.
Alas, this was not to last.
One morning she woke with a sense of dread. She looked outside to the blood red sky as the war raged closer. The oldest of the three the warlord took from her ran to her door screaming for her to grab who she can, lead who she can and leave the rest. The army is coming and clearing out the area soon.
She told him she could not leave any of them behind. She managed to trade in all of her valuables for a busted cart she had to fix on her own.
With no horse or animal to pull it, she did it with her own strength. Trying to leave the area the same day the war reached her zone, she kept a steady power walk with 11 children in the cart. She pulled the cart down dirt roads held together by hope and prayer.
They reached a fork in the road when one of the wheels came off. A sudden blast from behind them blew up enough shrapnel to impale the children sitting in the back. She immediately tended to the injuries but a fight between a fire and magma beast attacking three elven ice mages along with miscellaneous soldiers from three factions made a war zone around her.
She begged them to stop while trying to get the children out of the battle. She was going in to move the children out of the way when it happened. A blast of fire and ice aimed to the soldiers deflected and hit the cart instead. The cart was blown up easily and all remaining children were sent flying to the grass by the signs at the fork in the road. She ran to the children, some of whom managed to get to their feet and ran. ‘’Go that way, don’t stop!’’ she yelled pointing to the town 0.5 miles away, hoping someone will mercy them and house them.
The children that survived the blast managed to escape but the boy with the power of making the fruit grow laid there on his stomach. She took his tunic off revealing he had once had wings, those wings were ripped out and taken before he found his way to her. The boy shivered as suddenly from the sky another blast hit the entire area. The ground rumbled and stones hit her from behind, impaling her skin as she hugged the boy to shield him.
‘’Leave.... go.... I’m....’’ he said before she hugged him tighter, making him unable to speak such nonsense. She hugged him and more shockwaves of fire hit her, burning her clothes, skin and even hair, exposed bones and flesh before she began to breathe hardly.
She laid down over him, the two sink lightly into the mud as a soldier ran up behind her. ‘’Oh pity, can’t have any fun with this one’’ he said with a scummy smile as he slashed across her back multiple times, severing her spine and hitting deep.
She didn’t even scream, she hugged and sobbed hoping the boy wouldn’t die as the soldier laughed and raised sword ready to impale her, when the strangest thing happened.
Somewhere in the sky a female dragon was struck. This unknown female dragon, had three eggs inside her explode with whole yolks surviving. One of which hit this woman in the back, merging with her immediately. She began growing large, green and white with beautiful fae like features. She looked to the boy, now small enough fit in her hand, held him to her chest and saw a green light emit from her hand.
The boy not only healed, his wings grew back. He looked up and smiled before the surrounding men and monsters looked their way, all knowing she is not on their teams raise sword and attacks before she hugged the boy and let out a roar sending them all to the ground onto their backs.
‘’All you do is take! Take and destroy. Now it’s time I take back what you have taken without thought.’’ she roared in rage before clearing the whole road and forest of all soldiers, mages, enemy monsters, warriors and leaders.
The area became so dangerous, it became a no-go zone for anyone in any faction to enter with malicious intent. It was most definitely not worth the fight when the odds of defeating the dragon are less than zero.
In spite of the dangers of her forest, people have heard of children passing through and going out healed and unharmed on the other end.
Fahriel, as she calls herself, no longer runs an orphanage. The goddess Clairitia having taken over and now takes care of the children who ran through the woods the day of the war and gained an alliance with the dragoness.
Fahriel kept one of the few remaining fairy woods and protects it from harm. She became a sister of Nocturne and Sweet Sunn thanks to the fact they have yolks from the same mother dragon. They sense one another and know one another by soul even though they have yet to meet and likely may never meet.
She is known as an aggressive defender of her borders but also as someone who has no desire to expand her territory. She is a fair judge and a beautiful sight to behold when she takes to the sky to look out over the surrounding lands.
She holds no deity status despite being immortal, a demigod, and at a power level much higher than half of the actual gods.
Lore by
Wawa and modified a bit by me.Art by
ShaorHashi of FA and DA
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