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Title: Malakyte
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Malakyte the Green
All beings have a past, which makes them what they
are, and so does the one known as Malakyte the
Green. Long ago…some 75 years ago, there existed
an evil green dragon of great power, an ally and
minion of the followers of Nuitari, the god of the
black robed mages. One magic user in particular,
Ragathol, had an idea to produce more powerful
servants for his conclave and wanted to create a
green dragon who could shape shift as easily as a
silver dragon. Thus he bade the evil green,
Sciathos to go and take a silver dragon to mate.
Sciathos managed to capture a young silver dragon,
Euboea and mate with her. The evil green dragon
kept her captive, crippling her to torment, which
he enjoyed endlessly. Finally, one night,
pretending to be hurt worse than she was, Euboea
escaped as Sciathos slept.
The silver dragon fled as fast and as far
as she could towards her own homeland until
fatigue forced her to stop to rest. The humans in
the nearby village of Northgate, observed the
arrival of the silver dragon to their mountain,
which shadowed their village and rejoiced,
convinced that this was a good sign. Unable to
travel further, Euboea found a cave on the
mountain. There she laid her first eggs, fathered
by the green. She cared for them tirelessly, as a
good mother should, carefully burying them in the
sandy floor to hide each one should the evil green
or any other threat happen to find the cave while
she hunted.
One egg especially, she sensed was different than
the rest, the runt it seemed, smaller than the
rest, she kept it in a special hiding place, a
tiny alcove in the cave wall, close to the
entrance. The villagers, observing her comings and
goings felt honored that a silver would lair so
close to their village and kept well away, not
realizing that it had been pure desperation that
the silver had chosen that cave.
But the eyes of the green were upon her
also and he soon found the cave and entered,
trapping her in as she slept. Soon she awoke to
the sickening sound of cracking eggshells as,
enraged by her escape, he could not help but vent
his anger on the helpless young, methodically
removing the shell from each one, then using his
claws, killing them slowly.
With a mother's rage she growled then
attacked Sciathos and this time, driven by her
protective instincts, Euboea fought ferociously.
Many eggs were destroyed in the fight, for despite
his agreement with the mage; the green was too
enraged and more interested in punishing Euboea
than he was in keeping his agreement and
protecting the eggs.
The two dragons fought long and hard, and
finally, the silver was victorious, but at the
cost of a mortal wound. Aware of her impending
death, Euboea mentally reached out to any who
could help her, and reached Jason Silverblade, the
headman of the village of Northgate, who used to
be a Solomnic knight. Crippled in a fight in his
early knighthood he had settled down in the small
mining village, taken a wife and eventually become
the headman there. The man, watched the mountain
after the fight, waiting for signs of the victor
to show, to tell his people, in hiding whether
they could come out yet, or must leave their
village. He heard the mental plea for help and
came alone to the cave.
During her wait, Euboea laid back and
tried to take stock of her surviving eggs, she
noticed with some satisfaction that the small,
special egg remained safe in its niche. A few
others near the walls also were unbroken, though
she was not in any shape to care for them. She
made a hard decision finally and called the tiny
egg by name. "Asminith, my child, I fear you shall
never know me…but I may pass onto you a parting
gift, for I know you shall grow up to be as one of
my color…forgive me for what I do now…it is for
your own protection……farewell"…Then, with the last
of her power, aware of Ragathols plans for her
offspring, she imbued the egg with all of her
residual power, forcing a change in the tiny
creature within so that her enemies would not find
this one.
When she was done, she looked up at the
man, her eyes already glazing over as death began
to claim her. "Please, take my child, care for
her…. She is not as the others" Her breath rattled
in her throat and her face went slack. Jason
looked about in bewilderment at all the broken
eggs scattered about, then with a last touch of
the mother's consciousness, he was drawn to a
small nearly invisible niche in the cave wall. As
he looked within he saw nothing but darkness, then
noticed the tiny hill of sand covering a single
small egg.
Jason Silverblade quickly made a sling of
his cloak, scooped the egg into it, and descended
the mountain to his home. Once in the village he
went to the center and gave the signal that all is
clear, sounding a great bell. Then took the egg to
his home, unwrapped it carefully and showed it to
his wife, Danae, as she entered. "This is the
child of the silver. We must send a message to the
nearest outpost of the Solomnic knights quickly."
"The silver?" Danae began, tears started
to her eyes. Jason replied. "She is dead, killed
by the green dragon we saw. They killed each
other, she died defending her young." The woman
looked quickly at the egg, then back to her
husband. "I will care for it then"
Later, a dark figure materialized in the
cave and looked around, muttering and cursing at
the broken eggs scattered around the carcass of
the green and silver dragons. He searched among
the ruin, finally he found a few unbroken eggs in
the corners then gathered them up in a small pile,
spoke a few words and vanished, along with the
surviving eggs.
A messenger was sent to the nearest
Solomnic outpost, several weeks ride from the
small isolated mining village of Northgate. Only a
week later, both humans were startled from their
sleep by small sounds and movements from the egg
as it lay between them, placed there for warmth.
They lit a candle and sat up, watching it in
wonderment, but as time passed the movements
became weaker. Danae glanced at her husband.
"Something is wrong!" Jason rose and fetched his
old dagger. Then with great care, he hit the egg
once with the hilt, creating a small crack, then
delicately inserted the edge, slowly pried open
the egg, a bit at a time.
Both humans stared in astonishment at the
apparently human child that took a deep gasping
breath then began to scream loudly. Danae
instinctively reached for the infant, but Jason
stopped her. "It is the silvers!" He warned. She
shook him off. " It is a child in need!" Then she
took the child in her arms and wrapped her up in a
blanket, cooing to her. Comforted, the crying
stopped and soft brown eyes gazed up at the man
and woman, as the newborn hatchling imprinted upon
them instantly.
Chapter 2
Soon a second messenger was dispatched
with sad tidings of the hatchlings death. Jason,
finally, at the urging of his wife, convinced that
the story of an infant born from a dragons egg
would not be believed, sent the message. The party
sent to collect the egg turned back in
disappointment, never knowing the truth.
The child, named Jona Silverblade, never
knew what she truly was and grew up among the
villagers. Those around her were likewise in
ignorance that the young girl was indeed a dragon.
Until one fateful day when she was 16 years of
age, upon her return from an outing she found the
village in flames.
As she made her way to the village center she was
in time to see the confrontation between Jason and
one of Ragathols underlings in some sort of
argument. Stealthily she approached the mage from
the back and clearly saw the expression of fear on
Jason's and her mothers face. Danae saw her and
shook her head, indicating that the girl not
approach, and so frightened, she remained in
hiding, although the village burned around her,
the sound of the carnage drowned out all of the
words of the argument between the mage and Jason.
Suddenly Jason shouted something and the
mage pointed his staff at the ex-knight, in an
instant the man was engulfed in flames. The girl
froze for a moment, in shock as her mother rushed
forward to the fallen man. The mage, saw the
grieving woman, sneered and pointed the staff once
more and Danae also was burned to the ground.
Jona stared at what was the only family
she had ever known and slowly her vision seemed to
darken and redden as Euboea's spell was suddenly
broken. The small green dragon, totally unaware of
the sudden change in her form, saw the mage turn
in her direction and she sprang to attack him. The
man screamed in shock, then fumbled at am amulet,
quickly mumbled a spell just as she was upon him,
rending and tearing the man apart in a blind rage.
The spell, misfired, sent a blue glow over the
maddened dragon, catching her in the stasis spell,
but it had an entirely different effect than the
mage intended. The dragon noticed nothing at
first, and slowly she returned to her senses.
As she sat in the burning village in shock, the
wet rags and unrecognizable body of the mage
beneath her talons, she did not hear the men from
a neighboring village approach until they were
nearly upon her. The men saw only that the village
was in flames and that a green dragon sat, blood
spattered among the ruins. With what tools they
had they suddenly attacked, and drove her from the
remains of the village. Still in her shocked state
she fled before them in bewilderment.
Finally she escaped the villagers, and began to
wander southwards through the forest, aimlessly,
in a deep depression, all that she had ever known,
gone. As time passed, slowly she recovered from
the shock enough to learn about herself a little.
She found that returning to her human form took
very little effort. Since she knew next to nothing
of dragon kind she was wary of returning to that
form, not understanding how she had become a
dragon in the first place. And so, she was unaware
of the effects of the misfired spell which
slowed, then stopped her growth, it made her much
smaller than she should be, and did the same to
her developing instincts, keeping her soft
hearted, entirely retarding the feelings of
cruelty that is normal for green dragons, until
recently in her adventures when the spell was
finally removed by a friend.
Then one day she happened upon the cave of a
solitary mage, named Ren Yorl, after an initial
confrontation they became friends and Jona found a
nearby cave to live in. Though by now…fearful of
pursuit, she did not call herself Jona, or
Asminith, her dragon name, dimly remembered at
best. Instead she remembered the stones that her
human family mined from the mountain, her favorite
being a dark green stone called malachite, so she
assumed the name and from then on called herself
malakyte.
As time passed, Ren and the young dragon got to
know each other more and even had some adventures
together…enough so that even though malakyte never
saw his face, she came to trust the old mage.
When he became aware of her fear of humans, the
kindly hermit urged her to continue in her travels
and satisfy her growing curiosity. And so she
again set out, and one fateful night, arrived at
the Red Dragon Inn, ending her time of isolation
and beginning a time of great adventure and
discovery.