Jay'Raphaso
The dark figure looked out form acroos the battlements. The moons cast thier cold light down upon the world. He pulled his cloak closer trying to keep out the winter wind. He reached into a pocket and pulled out a small pouch. He thew it over the side and into the sea below.
”Father do you realize what is happening tonight. Your son is being born. On this night, the most unholy night in our history.” said a gold skinned figure walking out onto the tower.
“Son dont you think I know that? When I found out his mother was pregnant I knew whose it was.” Said the blue skinned one as he turned to face his first born son. "But he is still my son and you will treat him as your brother,” he said, raising a hand to his son.
“Father he is not born of noble blood like us. His mother is slagmoor.”
"Do not speak like that of the woman I love. I will take your head if you ever talk of her like that.” said the man pulling a sword from its sheath.
The son backed down. The father sheathed his sword and turned once more to the sea. ”When your mother died I didn't know what to do, she was there for me, there to comfort me. We fell in love. I never thought about her background. I gave into to my passion for her, and now I see the fruits of my actions. Tonight is the anniveristy of the Betrayal by our black brothern.” said the father.
“Tongiht is the most evil day in the year and my mongrul son is being born.” he laughed to himself and continued looking out over the sea.
The son walked up beside him, ”But father it doesn't have to be that way. We can take him and his mother back to the slagmoors and claim no relation to them. Let the horars raise him. He will in all probablitly grow up to hate the blacks and beocme a great hunter. But if he stays here we will pay. Are you willing to pay that price. he ancients decreed it to be this way.” he reahced out for his father`s shoulder. ven the son was of considerable age he had still not grown enough to compare with his father.
“No my son, I will present him to the dragon council two days from now, and claim him as our own. You will treat him like a brother and I will treat him as my son.” At that the father walked back inside and down the steps of the tower.
Hatred boiled inside of the gold. He hadn`t even seen the boy yet but he knew the child meant trouble for the family of Trayu. He looked down and sat something his father had dropped. It was a lock of gold hair. He knew it was form his mother. If she was alive none of this would be happening. She had died two years ago in a machinery accident. He could have saved her but he was afraid. Now he must live with his fate.
A voice pierced the silence.
”You know it would not be good for the oldest to catch cold,” said a slender blue skinned women walking up the stairs.
“Aand you my sister what do you think of father's little bundle of joy?” questioned the son turning to her.
“Now Requer, I now have a younger brother and I'm not the youngest anymore. Plus he's blue, which is good because now I have someone like me living under the same roof. You know out of seven children I'm the only girl and now theres nine and I'm still the only girl. Pitty, we could use more girls,” she said wlaking to the edge to the battlement.
“I swear by my mothers life, that child will never reach deryu,” said Requer thorwing the lock of hair over the side.
“Harsh words my brother, don`t you think you should wait and at least meet him first.” she said playing with a dagger.
“Look you, we have never gotten along and you have never listened ot me about anyhting, but listen to me now. That child will be the downfall of our clan. We have survived attacks, famines, and everything else the High One can throw at us, but he will be our undoing.” A crack of thunder sounded behind him and his eyes grew bright yellow.
A horar walked up out the door “Your brother is born.” she said ducking her wings under the over hang.
“Let's go see him shall we.” said the young blue skinned lady walking back with the horar. ”Coming brother?“ she asked turning to him.
"I refuse to see him,” he said, and with that he ordered the gathering winds to carry him into the air and away from the dark castle.
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