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I opened my eyes, blinking to make sure that I was still in my cave. The treasure that I had left there seemed to still be all in one place, though I would not know how much of it was still left until I got up and looked at the rest of the piles. Slowly I sat up, wondering what had woken me from my deep slumber. “Who has woken me?” I demanded of the seemingly empty cave. When no answer came I rose up stretching my tail and wings, threatening anyone who was in the cave aside from myself. A small sound was heard and I whipped around, knocking a few bits of my treasure out of their piles. “Who be there? Answer now or I shall smite thee were you stand!”
A few small faekats stumbled out from behind a large sparkling pile of gold. “P-ple-please don’t hurt us. We didn’t mean to wake you.” The one in the front managed to say, falling to its knees. There were two more next to this one, following the lead of the first.
“I will not harm thee, if ye can answer my inquiry.” Said I, sitting back down on the ground and looking at the fae’s that were on their knees.
“I- I’ll do my b-best.” Said the small grey one that had spoken first.
“First tell me who the three of ye are, it is rude to have a conversation in which you know nothing about the others.” My third question since I had woken, it seemed more of another demand than an inquiry.
“We are humble faekats, I am Rachie” the little grey one pointed to herself, “This is my brother Messu,” she pointed to the blue one on her left, “And this is Aleia.” She pointed to the other blue one on her right. “We are siblings who thought it would be fun to seek out the fabled dracolith that slept in this cave.”
“Rachie, Messu, and Aleia? Well, since you have presented me with your names it is only fair that I present you with mine. I am Arrok. Now tell me, what year is it?” I asked, wondering if they were telling the truth.
“The year is 2006.” Sounded a very light voice to Rachie’s right. “Arrok sir, many things have happened since you fell asleep.”
“It has been two thousand years since I was last awake, no doubt that things have happened since then. Answer me this, how many of us are there left?” I needed to know, if I was the last of my kind then there would be many problems in the future.
“None of us have seen any others, though it has been rumored that there are a few more of you.” Messu chimed, still afraid that I would hurt him.
“Tell me of the things that have happened in the last two thousand years. I need to know what has happened to this world.” I demanded, pulling chairs out for the four of us to sit on while they explained.
It took them many hours to answer my last question for them, many days we sat there as they caught me up on the history of the world that I had woken in.

“I must…must bury myself away into a cave. Go into a deep, lengthy slumber.” muttered an emerald-green Dracolith, sitting atop a grassy hill, blood-red flowers just begging to bloom around him.. “For my own self-being; for my treasure; for my sanity. This age is not where I belong anymore…if I sleep now, perhaps I will wake up during a more prosperous time, where an age-old dragon may be needed.”

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In the dark, a green creature began to stir from a seemingly never-ending sleep. Its eyes slowly opened, with the dragonish being rubbing his eyes with huge, clawed hands. He blinked several times, waiting for his eyes to adjust. To no avail, as it was so pitch-black in the cave that adjusting to the darkness was impossible. He groped the jagged stone walls of the cave he was in, dragging his body along. Finally after a turn or two, the creature blinked again as a minute stream of light feel upon the cave floor. His claws scraped against the area where the light was coming from.

Bark. Trees have overgrown the entrance to this cave. No wonder I have been hidden all these years. But was my slumber really hundreds of years? Am I even really away this time? Many times I have dreamt to have finally awoken. But no, surely I am awake. I dreamt of the moment when I decided to hide. I must be awake. The creature thought to himself.

He clawed through the wide tree trunk before him until light flooded into the cave and there was a large enough opening for him to emerge. For the first time in hundreds of years, this ancient emerald-green creature would stand up on two legs again.

Crawling out, the creature squinted as the sun shine down upon him and he stood, wobbly at first. He brushed the first off his body, and stretched his sore limbs quite a bit. Once his eyes adjusted, he looked around at his surroundings. Behind him was a huge tree that hid his cave, his hole seeming tiny compared to the rest of the gargantuan tree trunk. In front of him, blood-red flowers grew everywhere, almost consuming the top of the hill. Amazing…they thrived all these years. Finally he spread his leathery wings, beginning to raise into the air.

His flight was unsteady at first, but in moments he felt as if he had never been asleep. Looking down at the land below his hill, he saw many Faekats running freely, unaware of his hill which was hidden by the tree. “Simply amazing…” he uttered in awe.

So many other creatures…Faetasia is much more populated now. I can already guess that there are many more species of my brothers… But then, is the world even still called Faetasia? Do I even remember my name? No, not yet. But I’m sure it willy come to me soon.

Barely a whisper, “Simply amazing. I wonder if the other dragons have begun to awaken, yet.”

He began descending back to the hill, his clawed feet landing on the grassy and flowery hilltop. Now where did I put my treasure before my slumber…? He thought to himself. Ah well, again, it will come to me.

And so, with all these thoughts rushing through his mind, the emerald Dracolith began to make his way down the hill, on foot, wanting to stretch his limbs even more. He would be doing some traveling, meeting, and hopefully using his knowledge of old times to help out. He also needed to become accustomed to this new world, filled with many creatures and plants. There was a huge journey ahead of him.



((If it is longer than a page, that's because of the spacy between paragraphs. I had originally just indented on MS Word, but then had to put the spaces on here. It was very hard to keep it to a page in the first place. I prefer writing big long novels for a small prompt. xD))

There was a loud rumbling, and earthquake perhaps? No, it was more monstrous and much less predictable then the already unpredictable earthquake. Awwwwwrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrghhh. An emerald dragon sat up, stretching his arms upward as he let out a loud groan. His tail curled up near his feet as he dropped his arms back down. The sound of his stomach rumbling had awaken him. Oh, So hungry, it felt like I haven’t eaten in years! He thought idly to himself as his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the cave. “Whhhaaat a niiiiice nap.." He spoke out loud to himself, yawning simultaneously.

A nap.. That is what he intended on taking ‘long slumber;” a week, tops. It was safe, so long as he was sleeping on top of his treasure, his gold. Rubbing his eyes, he climbed wearily too his feet. It always seemed that when he napped, it only made him more tired. He trudged through his cave, his home, out the narrow passage. Alright, it wasn’t narrow to your average joe-somebody, but for his massive dracolith self, it was narrow.
Stepping outside, his eyes didn’t adjust quick enough. BAM-THUD.. He fell backwards to his bottom. He had run into something, he looked up, rubbing his forehead, which was throbbing in pain. A tree, a very large tree. What kind of magic is this?? It wasn’t a small tree, it was a tree that would take hundreds and hundreds, upon hundreds of years to grow. It was at least three feet thick, and almost as solid as stone. His head could prove the solidity of the tree. He looked around, his eyes finally were adjusting. He didn’t think the flowers were in bloom when he went into sleep. Uh oh. He thought, hoping he hadn’t slept away a year, it wouldn’t have been the first time he had done that. He planned on looking around, his treasure would be okay for a little while.

He walked for at least an hour, until he had come along a collection of small homes. They weren’t like the homes he was used to seeing on ‘his’ lands. I hope my treasure is okay. He glanced over his shoulder in a paranoid manor, afraid it would get stolen. On arrival he moved towards the nearest home, looking carefully at its structure. Standing upright, he walked up next to the home. He reached for the door, not getting the whole turning of the handle thing, he pulled it right off its hinges. Inside, a female faebear was making a stew. Mmm Something smells good.. The dracolith sniffed a bit, before crouching over to see inside. The faebear was in shock that the door had been pulled off, and even more so when a dracolith was staring in her front door. She screeched. The Dracolith’s eyes went wide, not expecting the locals to be screeching at him. “M’lady! Stop!!” He said, no he begged, dropping the door he had in his hands to cover his ears, the screeching was really ear piercing.

Finally, when the faebear had stopped yelling, he engaged in a startling conversation with her. The entire time, the poor faebear was scared out of her wits, it wasn’t every day an ancient dracolith rips off your front door then expects dinner. He had slept much more then a year away. He had slept a few thousand years away.. Upon the faebear’s explanation, the dracolith started sobbing. He wasn' one to sob, but sleeping away thousands of years really put his historian-like personality in a bind. All the information lost/unknown/to be learned!
“Whats wrong??” The faebear asked, looking rather surprised that a creature that big was crying.

“Imagine the cramp I’ll get in my hand trying to catch up writing all the history I’ve missed on my scrolls, or the new lore I haven’t heard, or the customs!! The customs I’ve missed experiencing!” He said. His thoughts never even thought about any of the other ancient dragons, and it was highly unlikely that he’d find any soon, since his type liked to be secluded with his treasure and history, lore, and customs. And thus, concluded the awakening of the emerald dracolith.


(exactly a page on mine, I had to cut it down a lot to make it fit a page. ^^)

Wiggling my nose, I turn over, then shake my face, for something is tickling me. Batting lightly at my nose I sneeze, startling myself fully awake. Rubbing my eyes and yawning I stretch myself out to the fullest, wings expanding and twitching with long disuse. Digging my claws into the floor of my cave I press myself up, body creaking as I move. I weave through the tumbled rocks, thinking that their falling must have woken me, perhaps by spattering dirt on my nose.

As I reach the enterance to the cave I let a small gasp escape my lips. My home, my forest and wilderness, it is all gone. In place looked to be a town, with much smaller creatures moving about. Puzzling this, as the last I remembered, my brothers and myself had gone to our caves to rest, worn down by vast time we had been awake and moving in our worlds. We were ancient even then, now we were some of the oldest creatures around. Shaking my head I spread my wings, fanning them out to catch the breeze before diving off the cliff face of my part of our mountain.

Looking below me as I flew around this new development, I sighed, wondering if perhaps I would have to relearn everything I had thought I'd known. Ah, what is it I had said once? All knowlage is worth knowing? That, indeed, is how I felt. These creatures would be able to tell me what had happened in our time of absence. Swooping low, I landed on a rock by one of the houses, trying to be halfway decently silent so as not to startle these small creatures. "Amazing this. What do you call this place, small ones?"

Tilting my head I waited for a response, looking at the people gazing at me through their window, a small yawn escaping my lips yet again. Scratching my side I looked around again. So many different types of creatures, none of which I had ever set eyes on before, and the land... It was different. So much green life, and growing things. These creatures must have planted them surely. Back in my day, we didn't have forests. Just the odd stray tree here and there. Looking back at the house I noticed they had gone, probably to hide. Oh well, I would just have to find someone else.