Hi everyone!!! I've been pretty inactive for a while, so here's a work in progress... This is a trial of a story I started writing ages ago, so if you're interested in reading it this is the project for you! The first chapter is in the notes and credits, and I may or may not add some more of my chapters in other projects. Currently, the story has 200 and something pages :D The story below is not quite a whole chapter because it didn't fit.
Shout out to @Tricolover1 for helping me with this story!!! Without them, this could never have been as awesome as it is today! Wyrm - Part One: Eclipse Chapter One The mountain rose high above Drakon Isle, reaching for the blue, cloudless skies. Its peak was shrouded in mist, and a light dusting of snow lay on the top of the mountain, fresh and crisp in the chilly morning air. “Today is your day to prove to me that you are worthy.” The voice rang out in the still, silent air. Thirteen young dragonets stood on the mountain on a small ledge that just barely fit them all. A large, scarred and worn dragon hovered to the side of them in the air, commanding them with his strong, albeit gravelly, voice. “I will give each of you a different mission, and if you can complete it and overcome the weakness that surrounds that task, then you have passed your final trial, and you will be considered a true Dragon.” The worn dragon grimaced, as if he was about to watch the dragonets fail. “Mellow,” he called. A small yellow dragon flew off of the ledge and hovered before him. “Your task is to collect a handful of Marshweed, from the Marshdrakon territory.” The little yellow dragon paled, her ghostly blue eyes betraying her fear, but she nodded gravely and flew off to the west, where the Marshdrakons lived. “Glade,” he said, drawing out a blue dragonet. “You must collect a Firestone, but it can only come from Eldershell Peak.” The blue dragon grinned and flew off to the north, where the Cinderdragons resided. The older dragon continued reading from a list that he held in his hand, written on worn parchment. He worked through the dragons until one remained. “Blaze,” called the dragon. The last dragonet, a small black dragon with red and orange wings, sighed and flew up to him. “You must obtain an Opal.” Blaze’s eyes widened, but he flew obediently off to the east, where the Eclipse was - the most dangerous place to be. Mellow soared through the sky towards the swamps, where the Marshdrakons lived. “It’ll be fine,” she said to herself as she neared the treacherous marshes. Already she could see the angry Marshdrakons - long and slender khaki-coloured creatures with amber eyes and black wings. Mellow lowered herself to the ground and slunk through the disgusting muddy water, occasionally getting tangled on reeds and other slimy swamp plants. Suddenly, she was knocked into the water. She struggled for air, kicking as hard as she could, flapping her wings to launch herself into the air. Something was trying to hold her under, and she scratched at her assailant with her talons. She felt them connect, and her attacker released their grip. She flew out of the water with a splash, shaking the mud from her scales. She looked around for the attacker. Mellow spotted a tail disappearing into the mud, and she grabbed hold of it as hard as she could to keep the creature from hiding in the swamp. “Who are you!” she cried, tugging on the tail. A Marshdrakon turned around and bared his fangs at her. Mellow screamed, then was cut off abruptly as the Marshdrakon flew up behind her and clamped his talons over her mouth. His scales rubbed against hers roughly, and she flinched. But as she turned around to say something, she stopped. The Marshdrakon was beautiful - eyes the colour of molten gold and scales like moss. Little gold scales were interspersed with the green ones. This was by far the most beautiful Marshdrakon she had ever seen, as most of them were dull colours with muted amber tones. “Don’t be too loud, or the rest will come after you.” His voice was gentle but firm, like he was asking her rather than demanding. His eyes locked onto her strange colours - yellow and gold like the sun, with eyes blue as forget-me-nots. “Why are you in our territory?” His voice was like warm water flowing over stones. “I-I was completing my… trials…” She trailed off, her feeble attempt at a reply seeming inadequate. The Marshdrakon looked confused, then realisation washed over his face as he understood. “You mean like the initiation trials, or whatever they’re called?” He searched her face for confirmation. “I have to get Marshweed,” blurted Mellow. She mentally scolded herself for being so blunt. You didn’t even answer his question. “I can help you with that. Follow me,” urged the Marshdrakon. “Okay,” said Mellow. “So what’s your name?” asked the Marshdrakon as they skirted around a swampy lake. “I’m Mellow. And you are…?” “My name is Arrow. Nice to… officially… make your acquaintance.” Arrow. Mellow felt herself blushing, though she wasn’t sure why. Before long, Arrow stopped. “Here we are,” he said. They had arrived at a humongous lake.
