My origins begin in the Draconic Realm of Xol Dr'vax.
Where, long ago, there was born a Dragon with purple scales.
That Dragon was me, and with my birth came a terrible prophecy.
It was prophesized upon my birth that Dark Scales would bring
ruin to Xol Dr'vax, and naturally because of my unique purple
scales it was assumed I would bring ruin. How wrong they were...
As the laws of Dragonkind forbade the killing of children,
even if it was to prevent a prophecy, it was decided that my
execution should be postponed until I came of age. Which,
for a Dragon is at about 2500 years old.
Eventually, when i was about 1600 years old, my parents told me
everything. Naturally I was furious, scared and horrified. But there
was something else too: Determination. I decided then and there that
I would survive. No matter what. So I spent the next few centuries
learning how to fight. Eventually, the time came for my execution
and by chance or perhaps by fate, it coincided with the prophecy as well.
As I was pleading my case one last time, a rift opened in the sky.
And through that rift came an Enormous Black Dragon. The Dark Scales
the prophecy spoke of had come. And it brought ruin to Xol Dr'vax indeed.
I was quick to see that Xol Dr'vax* was lost and thus rallied the civilians
and led them into exodus through the World Nexus.
*To learn more about Xol Dr'vax as it was before the fall, go here
As I rallied the people into exodus, naturally, there was a lot of
distrust. But upon hearing the prophecy didn't apply to me the others
realized exodus was the only option. And so it was decided that I would
lead the Dragons through the World Nexus*, while the military stayed to cover
the exodus. And so we went through the World Nexus and arrived in a new world.
Unbeknownst to me and the other Dragons, this particular world would prove to
hold many hardships for us Dragons.
*To learn more about the World Nexus go here
For aeons we Dragons lived in exile in the new world. Eventually we found
that a new species was here. The natives of this world. They lived short lives and
lived in large groups. At first, the wise among us opted to teach the humans but we
quickly learned Humans were a vile species. They had a sense of superiority that was
unrivaled. When I was around 7000 years old, which is about 70 for a human, the Dragon
Hunts started. The humans had decided to hunt us, not because they had to but for sport.
We fought back naturally, but we learned our power was too overwhelming. It wasn't our place
to kill the humans, this, after all, was their world. So we hid. For Centuries we hid. One
by one the Dragons fell, until, in the end only a few remained. We decided enough was enough.
We used our magic to cast a Grand Spell upon the world, a memory alteration. We made the
humans believe we had gone extinct. Eventually though, the end that comes for all of us came
to me: I was dying.
Now, before I continue I want to clarify something. Contrary to popular belief, we
Dragons are not immortal. Well not physically at least. Our bodies die and our souls
persist until we can reform using our magic*. Unfortunately, we quickly realized a terrible
truth. This world had very little magic. By far not enough to allow us to reform into another
Dragon body after our first death. So we reformed as Humans. Eventually, when I was about
8000 years old this time came for me too. And so I became human. Stuck in this wretched form I
continued my life.
*To learn more about the lifecycle of Dragons go here!
As humans are not immortal and live short lives, we dragons had to continually reform our bodies
Ofcourse we used our own natural magic to extend our lifespans, so even while human we lived for
multiple centuries. The same holds true for me. But even so, we had to reform again and again. Over
the centuries I lost track of how many lives I had lived.
Anyway, there I was living many human lives. Wandering the world. Until one day, I came to the east.
It was the year 1589, near the end of the Sengoku Period, when I found myself in Japan.
It was here that I was discovered by my master, Hakuro Rei. As I had just reformed a few decades
prior I had not yet settled down yet. Clearly, it showed as it seems that my Dragon Aura was leaking.
And my master saw potential in me, thus I was taken in and thought the way of the sword.
After many long years, my master thaught me about the secret techniques of Kenjutsu* and within
20 years I had mastered all the Kenjutsu techqnicues of the Lightning Style, the same style
my master used.
I spent a few years honing my skills but eventually I was once again confronted with the undeniable
truth of life, everything must die. without realizing it 70 years had passed and Master Rei
was on the verge of death. Being 127 years old will do that to a human. Before he passed though,
he told me the only way to be recognized as a Master of the Lightning Style was to create a
Technique of my own. And so I spent the next 100 or so years further honing my craft, until one day
I finally did it. I created my own technique. Thus after consideration by the Masters of the Lightning
Style, my technique was added to the style and I became the 15th, and even though i didn't know it at
the time, final Master of the Lightning Style.
Now I must mention that when Dragons reform their bodies any skills they have aquired in their former
body carry over. And thus, my time too came to an end and once again, it was time to reform.
*To learn more about Kenjutsu as a whole, go here
After a few more lives had passed by something changed, it was as if the air itself had become wrong.
I didn't realize it at the time, however I had felt something similar before: The day the Dark Scales
brought ruin to Xol Dr'vax. Eventually I realized what I was feeling and unlike last time I would fight.
And so I gathered the Masters of the Lightning Style, the last remaining Dragons*, and a few assorted
allies to take the fight to the Dark Scales and prevent the ruin of another world. So we went, through the
World Nexus and into the ruins of what was once the Draconic Realm of Xol Dr'vax. And there it was, perched
on what used to be the Royal Capital. And we fought. 16 Days. It took 16 Days of non-stop fighting
to end the Dark Scales. But with that victory came a price, many had lost their lives fighting the
Dark Scales. The Survivors each returned to their own worlds, except me. Something was keeping me in
the ruins of Xol Dr'vax.
*To learn more about the remaining Dragons of Xol Dr'vax, go here
As I remained behind in the ruins of Xol Dr'vax, something called me to what used to be the royal
palace. And so I went, I followed whatever was calling me towards it, and what I found was something
that would change the fate of Xol Dr'vax and all Dragons forever.
What I found, what called me here, was the core of Xol Dr'vax itself. As it turns out I had the
opportunity to restore Xol Dr'vax to it's former glory AND bring the dragons who fell back to life.
However, power like that always comes at a cost. And this cost of this power was a curse being
placed upon me. I would have to take the core's place. In other words, I would become immortal
and all my power would be restored to my prime, at the cost of being stuck in human form forever.
I thought long and hard about the decision until I finally made the call to do it. To accept the
burden. And thus I became the saviour of a now restored Xol Dr'vax and all of the Dragons.
What happened next was something I never expected would happen, something I didn't even think
possible...
As I was being hailed by all Dragonkin of Xol Dr'vax as it's saviour I was summoned to the
Royal Palace by the very Dragon King. There I was commended for my selfless actions in bringing
down the Dark Scales and restoring Xol Dr'vax and it's kin. However, then the king suddenly
abdicated... to me. And a week later I was crowned the 'Eternal Dragon King'. Now all of Xol
Dr'vax was under my rule. And for a long time I did actively rule.
Eventually I grew weary of ruling, and after I made sure that Xol Dr'vax could run without my
direct involvement I took on a more passive role in ruling. But something was nagging in the
back of my mind. My life on earth.
And so came upon me a desire to return to earth. However actually going back would prove
to be harder than I initially assumed. As I had replace the core of Xol Dr'vax so many years
ago I could not leave the realm without it collapsing in on itself.
So I had to find another way of returning to earth. For years I scoured the Royal Archives,
hoping against all hope there was a way. And as it turns out, there was. While I could not
go back to earth physically, my spirit could. Thus I had a vessel prepared and brought to
earth, and once my vessel was in place I retired to my private chambers with orders not to
be disturbed unless there was a crisis. Thus I returned to earth, inhabiting the vessel I am
writing this with.