Destiny Bond

The Mad Thatter · Jun 20, 2010 3:06 PM

Chapter 1
Shared and Pain
It was 1346 when I found him. My baby boy was being roughly clutched by the scruff of his neck, clutched by a woman I hated with all my heart - my sister. She held another child in her arms, a violet whelpling with golden eyes. So the rumours were true, Maileen the Insane had given birth to a purple dragon, the first one in history. My nephew.
But she also held my child, a simple Lectrice dragon - but so beautiful, and I wasn't even being a biased mother. He was sleek and contrasted in blue and yellow, with huge eyes and gleaming scales. My heart melted in his presence, but was about to be ripped to shreds.
"Give me the Kronium Knife," hissed Maileen, her eyes bright with malice. "Or you know what will happen." She planted her clawed head on my child's head.
I knew all too well what would happen. She'd gone through this scinareo before, with my other child. I'd refused to give her the knife, and lunged for Xuna. I'd always been quicker than Maileen, but I couldn't be faster when it mattered. Maileen had reacted, and the life force was harshly sucked out of Xuna, and within a quater of a second she was no more than a corpse.
I couldn't let it happen again, but I couldn't let her have the knife.
There was only one other possibility, but I'd be *bleep* if I was going to do it.
"So it's true," I said, trying to keep my voice even. "You gave birth to a purple dragon."
"Of course it's true, what do you think this is, a puppet?" she jabbed her finger in her son's direction.
"What's his name?" I asked, as if we were just having a normal 'sister' conversation, not a negotiation using words that masked the real meanings.
"Malefor," Maileen said sharply, playing the game too - though her hand was still clamped to my son's head.
"Do you love him?" I asked.
It was a very sudden question and it took her by suprise. She didn't say yes or no, but her expression softened for a moment before masking it with the menacing look she always wore. Judging by that second of real emotion, I'd say she loved him with all her heart.
"Then why isn't it enough to have a son who you love? Why do you have to change things? You can spend time with Karloia and change the times, you can bring him back from the dead - but even if his murder never happened it still did," I told her.
"SHUT UP!" she shouted. "Now give me the dámn knife or I'll blow your kids brains out of its ears!"
"You dare, Maileen."
"Give me the knife NOW!"
I waited, making the hardest decision of my life. I was reaching for the knife when I found my lips saying...
"No."
I let out a scream and clamped my clawed hand to my mouth. Maileen gripped my son's head, about to exercise her vile powers, when I shrieked 'Deaontya!'
I didn't care that my son may turn evil. I didn't care that I was going to die. I didn't care that he might be raised by my sister. I didn't care that I wouldn't be able to see him grow up. I didn't care that he might turn into a murderous beast in the future.
I just wanted him to live.
And I fufilled that, but in the worst way.
I tied a Destiny Bond between my son...and Malefor.

"Woah, what's that all about?" I said.
Seema shrugged.
"I found it in a map, must have come from an old book. Come on, Malice, dinner was served ages ago, Mazie will be so mad."
"Weird, though. What's a Destiny Bond?" I asked, totally ignoring her concern.
"It's a curse, I think. Now come on, Malice, I'm starving!" Seema nagged.
"What kind of curse?" I persisted.
"I don't know, for God's sake!" Seema shouted.
"Ok, ok, keep your head on," I said, raising my arms. "Come on, lets go."
We galloped over the field, Seema started flying, but I was left on the ground because I didn't know how to fly yet. One of my wings had a huge tear in it, and until I found means of patching it up, I wouldn't be able to do so much as glide.
It didn't matter though, I could run like lightning - and breathe lightning at that, as well as streams of ice. I was strong despite being little, I was nimble even if I was a chunky dragon with a barrel-shaped body and stumpy legs. I had lovely scales, so people said, bright, sparkling aqua-blue with vibrant yellow streaks. My claws were sharp, I could fight like a wildcat, and I was happy.
However, I couldn't help feeling like my strength wasn't mine.
I could lift up heavy loads but I didn't feel any tension, it was all too light, too easy. I was often faced with weird emotions that shouldn't be there. I remember Mazie gave me an amazing armour helmet, with pale yellow spikes jutting out of it, and I loved it to bits, but for that whole day I was so angry.
I started howling at odd moments too, bursting into tears at stupid things like kicking over a bottle of dragondust. I didn't like it at all, but put it down to the fact of loosing a mother.
My mother was dead, as far as I knew, and I didn't have a clue who my father was. It was whispered about and discussed, but no one really knew why or how my mother had died, or, come to think of it, why I had been shoved on their doorstep when I was two days old.
I lived with other orphans, and we'd all been shoved on their doorstep. We lived in a snug cave with masses of space with two dragons named Mazie and Jackeip. Mazie couldn't have her own children, so took to abopting whelplings who were either orphans or unwanted or unable to be cared for. She lived with eight of us at this moment in time, Seema, Me, Kaina, Lourt, Shickari, Hada, Zanoir and Vaciez. She was warm and friendly but also very strict. Me and Seema were in for a clip round the horn for missing dinner - which turned out to be buffalo. How could I have missed it!?
"It's cold now, you silly lumps, but eadible. Get it eaten and don't whine for seconds, it's your own fault for missing it," she snapped.
At that moment I let out a scream, a scream of pure agony. I felt an awful, burning sensation in my back, a bash on the head as my skull splintered and a crach as my tail seemed to be stamped upon. I lay on the floor, the centre of the attention, screaming for Avalar, as I felt whips on my paws and hits round the cheek.
I was being hurt by someone who wasn't hurting me.

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Well, I wanted to do a fanfic that included Malefor's childhood. The next chapter will be written from Malefor's point of view, and I reckon it's going to be hard. But if you are reading, which you probably aren't, expect more soon.

x

The Mad Thatter · Jun 22, 2010 3:41 PM

Chapter 2
Shared and Unhappiness
"Useless!" Mother shouted, as I attempted to blow out a stream of fire but blew out a trail of vomit instead.
My throat was burning as if it was on fire. Mind you, it couldn't have been fire, or I was sure I'd have blown it out of my lungs by now. I had been trying to blow out something that faintly resembled to the burning orange word my mother had been shouting at me for about four hours.
"Fire, Malefor! Breathe fire!" she shouted.
I felt like ramming her face with my horns. Surely if I'd had any flames in my throat then I'd have threw them into the air by now? She kept telling me to breathe from the back of the throat, which I'd tried to do consistently, despite the burning pain in my lungs that had an uncanny resemblense to glass scraping the inside of my throat. Mother had got her hopes up, seeing as I was a purple dragon, and was ready to indulge herself in a life of luxury as she would be able to do as she pleased with a fierce purple dragon by her side - no one would object to her commands if she had the strongest dragon in history stood by her.
The problem was, I wasn't that dragon.
I was purple and I was meant to be strong, but I wasn't. I simply wasn't. It was fortold that the purple dragon would be unbelievably strong, but that prophecy seemed to be a dead myth - though Mother still bragged about it for all she was worth. If anyone threatened her she'd say, 'Watch out or I'll set my son on you, he's a purple dragon, first one in History.'
However, the colour of my scales didn't seem to reflect anything. It was like having blue eyes and white horns, it was just a genes thing - it didn't make a difference.

#1 Jun 20, 2010 3:06 PM

Destiny Bond

#2 Jun 22, 2010 3:41 PM

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