All the art was done on scratch :P Oof this took me almost two hours to think up and write Name: Lavender Wave Gender: Female Lore: Rue Valley was a beautiful land, with lush grass and foilage, blue skies, and an enourmous mountain overlooking it all. But there were many secrets locked in that mountain, secrets that threatened to throw chaos to the majestic land that surrounded it. Lower in the valley there was a river - a ribbon of pale, almost lavender water that flowed freely, cutting the land in two. It came from none other than runoff of that very mountain, though no creature had ever dared venture within the caves that ran through the great peak. Little did anyone know, that mountain was none other than a volcano, just waiting to blow. Near the banks of the river and the base of the mountain stood a sleepy little village, the locals peaceful people with no idea that they had a volcano smoldering in their backyard. The village chief, a loyal man known as Denabin, had many a time sent a group of people to search the base, but they had never returned. But one day, the volcano finally burst. The entire day the sky had roiled with dark clouds, and many people watched the heavens with unease as it shifted and growled with thunder. No rain fell, however - unless you counted the firey magma that suddenly erupted from the volcano in a dazzling burst. A wave of heat washed through the whole village - the pyroclastic surge, reducing whole houses to nothing but cinders. Screams erupted in the night, as people collsped with their clothes on fire, running desperately for the river. It was here when the lives of all villagers that lived this valley changed, forever. Suddenly from the milky water came a roar as an enourmous wall of water exploded from it's banks, sweeping across the whole village and dousing the flames. Riding the surge erupted a lizardlike creature, two huge scaly wings spread as she tore through the night. Nauturally, people panicked. Struggling to fight the enroaching water, people wailed as they became soaking wet instead of on fire. But then Denabin saw something in the creature's verdant green eyes, like the once-peaceful grass of Rue Valley. Peaceful, but with a power just waiting to be unleashed. This dragon was here to help. And help she did. As fire rained from the sky, as the forest blazed and fell to roaring flames, she guided the village down the river, the embodiment of the land they lived. She did not hurt, but help. She sheltered them, and gave them what they needed most in times of crisis. At last, when it was all over, when the night of terror had passed and the fire had stopped, Denabin turned to their town's savior and asked the thing on everyone's mind. "Who are you?" The dragon smiled, her eyes sparking with warmth, and spoke. "Lavender Wave." Then she turned, and to the villager's shock from the water rose an egg, so pristine and pure green that they could hardly believe it. She smiled once more, before dropping a claw into the water and dissolving in a shimmer of gold light, along with her egg. She didn't appear often to the village - only in times of crisis. But she made a name for herself, as their savior. Her name, as she said, was Lavender Wave.
