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tamingthemuseTitle: Untitled
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Fringe
Warnings: none
Rating: G
Summary: Sometimes to find a dragon, you have to think like one.
Out in the dark reaches of the known world, there were dragons.
Well, that’s what Ix’Lun had heard.
Long ago, there had been as many dragons as there were birds. They filled the skies, it was said.
As humans grew in numbers, the dragon began to ebb in numbers. It really was a pity, Ix’Lun thought as he paused over a hand painted image in the book he was poring over. The dragon was massive in the image, the lines all beautifully etched in gold and green, surrounding a tiny figure of a human and bellowing bright red fire.
How much of the old legend were true? Did dragons still live, hidden away on the fringe of the world? Did they really breathe fire?
With a sigh, Ix’Lun closed the book and stood. Winter was only just behind them and a cool breeze was blowing in through the small hole in the wall that stood for a window. Or a place for an archer to hid. He stood next to the opening, letting the weak spring sunlight soak his face.
There was a hunger in his soul.
The urge to go out there, farther than anybody had ever gone before, and find what secrets the edge of the world had to offer was ever present in his mind. It kept his feet tapping and his hands always in motion.
He ran a hand though his hair and turned away from the sliver of the outside world, once more focusing in on the books squirrelled away in the tower. If he wanted to find a dragon, he was going to have to find all the resources he could.
Books were his only lead. Many ancient texts had been lost in the last great war, and even more were unreliable. In this far kingdom, he had hoped to find something helpful, but he feared it was all for naught.
The same myths and legends that ended with a moral to the story. He didn’t need fairy tales, but truth.
Farther south, the people didn’t even believe in dragons anymore. This far north, the people still frightened their children with stories of dragons coming in the dead of night to steal away the naughty ones, but that wasn’t enough for him.
Ix’Lun needed something to tell him where to start in his quest. He could travel even farther north. Leaving this early in the season would guarantee plenty of time to reach the Dried River and return before winter. But if he was wrong and the elusive dragon wasn’t closer via that myth?
Another year lost in his quest.
His mother had often told him that he was foolish. Growing up, he had always made his own mistakes, never letting another make his choices for him. When she told him of the mythical dragons, oh so long ago, he had solemnly told her that he would find one. She told him he should fear them, for they were great, deadly beasts.
He told her that he was going to be a masterful sorcerer.
He was a master sorcerer, now. None compared to him, and that left him very much an oddity. He was young for his power level. The elders thought him foolish for his lack of ambition in the magical realms, and his peers were wary of his skill. He didn’t notice his lack of socializing, far too focused on his hunt for a real dragon.
Sometimes, when he did think about it, he felt like a dragon himself. He was apart from the rest of the world, always looking in when he remembered. His mother died many years ago, and he never knew his father. For far too long, it had been just him. Now here he was, in a castle in the far reaches of the empire, alone in this tower, seeking a legend.
He thought that perhaps, when he went off on his foolhardy quest, he would become a legend too.
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Fringe
Warnings: none
Rating: G
Summary: Sometimes to find a dragon, you have to think like one.
Out in the dark reaches of the known world, there were dragons.
Well, that’s what Ix’Lun had heard.
Long ago, there had been as many dragons as there were birds. They filled the skies, it was said.
As humans grew in numbers, the dragon began to ebb in numbers. It really was a pity, Ix’Lun thought as he paused over a hand painted image in the book he was poring over. The dragon was massive in the image, the lines all beautifully etched in gold and green, surrounding a tiny figure of a human and bellowing bright red fire.
How much of the old legend were true? Did dragons still live, hidden away on the fringe of the world? Did they really breathe fire?
With a sigh, Ix’Lun closed the book and stood. Winter was only just behind them and a cool breeze was blowing in through the small hole in the wall that stood for a window. Or a place for an archer to hid. He stood next to the opening, letting the weak spring sunlight soak his face.
There was a hunger in his soul.
The urge to go out there, farther than anybody had ever gone before, and find what secrets the edge of the world had to offer was ever present in his mind. It kept his feet tapping and his hands always in motion.
He ran a hand though his hair and turned away from the sliver of the outside world, once more focusing in on the books squirrelled away in the tower. If he wanted to find a dragon, he was going to have to find all the resources he could.
Books were his only lead. Many ancient texts had been lost in the last great war, and even more were unreliable. In this far kingdom, he had hoped to find something helpful, but he feared it was all for naught.
The same myths and legends that ended with a moral to the story. He didn’t need fairy tales, but truth.
Farther south, the people didn’t even believe in dragons anymore. This far north, the people still frightened their children with stories of dragons coming in the dead of night to steal away the naughty ones, but that wasn’t enough for him.
Ix’Lun needed something to tell him where to start in his quest. He could travel even farther north. Leaving this early in the season would guarantee plenty of time to reach the Dried River and return before winter. But if he was wrong and the elusive dragon wasn’t closer via that myth?
Another year lost in his quest.
His mother had often told him that he was foolish. Growing up, he had always made his own mistakes, never letting another make his choices for him. When she told him of the mythical dragons, oh so long ago, he had solemnly told her that he would find one. She told him he should fear them, for they were great, deadly beasts.
He told her that he was going to be a masterful sorcerer.
He was a master sorcerer, now. None compared to him, and that left him very much an oddity. He was young for his power level. The elders thought him foolish for his lack of ambition in the magical realms, and his peers were wary of his skill. He didn’t notice his lack of socializing, far too focused on his hunt for a real dragon.
Sometimes, when he did think about it, he felt like a dragon himself. He was apart from the rest of the world, always looking in when he remembered. His mother died many years ago, and he never knew his father. For far too long, it had been just him. Now here he was, in a castle in the far reaches of the empire, alone in this tower, seeking a legend.
He thought that perhaps, when he went off on his foolhardy quest, he would become a legend too.
