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 Posted: Wed Jan 05, 2005 6:03 am
The Beginning of the Story.
This story, I know, is true.
My people have always started our stories this way. This particular story, however, is very personal; I lived these events, and am still involved in them now. This is the story of What Happened, and the journey that brought my people to this world. It is not a short story, so please be patient as I try to remember the details.
Pards, verlashi, and our particular brand of gryphons, dragons, and wyverns come from an island called Glitterdust, on a different world. The largest population of this world was that of the beautiful unicorns, but of course the pards didn't really get along with such a placid species. Each race had it's own agenda, and over the course of several centuries...the overpopulation of our island became nearly unbearable. Game became scarce as the pedators fought for territory, and very slowly the peaceful joy of our little world frayed...falling apart at the seams.
Many, many years ago- magic-touched pards live a very long time- a cub was born. He was the only cub of his litter, and well loved...his exotic colors earned him the name Zaxzi. His pack was very small, but also a very close circle; his first year was one of love and affection, guiding him gently into the world as he grew able to explore his own surroundings.
It was, of course, a great shock when his entire family were killed in a flash flood while the small group traveled through the mountains. Little Zaxzi with his brightly colored wings was the only survivor...alone, he was forced to learn the things about the world he did not yet know. With this tradgedy came the unlocking of his magic; sharp, painful visions of the future ripped through him as he tried to survive on his own. For a time, he cried for the pain he saw- but after a long while of being alone and not being able to help these people, he grew bitter and cynical. He grew to hate them for inflicting these visions upon him, for burdening him with their pathetic little miseries. Within only a few years, he had nearly forgotten the gentle love of his family- leaving his heart behind as a shield against the visions.
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Posted: Wed Jan 05, 2005 10:54 pm
The Seer at the Pool
A very long time later, at least a decade, Zaxzi found himself again chosen by fate. He had survived well on his own, avoiding all contact with others when possible, and had grown into a sleek, handsome male. Content, he would never admit he was lonely...so one God (no one has ever discovered which it was) decided to give him an un-looked for companion.
Zaxzi awoke one night to find himself in a cave. It was a beautiful place, full of crystals and pale, glowing light; in the center of this strange haven rested a mirror-like pool. Effortlessly still, it should have thrown back a perfect reflection...but instead, it showed the actions of many other creatures in the world, an endlessly shifting scene. Without being told, Zaxzi knew not to touch the water, and that this had been given to his care...the power to See, to Watch, and to Change the events below.
He has stayed with that Pool for all of his life, since that day. He leaves his cave to hunt and sometimes travel, but he always returns to watch over it- eventually he noticed that one gryphon had the ability to interfere. Just as Zaxzi had sometimes been tempted to reach out and help the poor fools he watched, this gryphon had acted with nobility...sometimes too much for his taste. He listened, and heard this gryphon called the Watcher- his counterpart, then, the one who truly acted on the images in the pool. He waited until one of his partcular favorites of the people below was nearing a mistake of world-altering proportions, and then dipped paw into the glassy water.
It glowed.
The face that appeared, startled, was familiar indeed- and half asleep. "Who the devil are you?" the gryphon shrieked.
"I am the Seer at the Pool," Zaxzi said pretentiously, and sniffed- the title was strangely fitting. "One of your pets is about to get himself into trouble."
The gryphon scowled, but looked back into the Pool- and swore. He disappeared from view and left Zaxzi to smirk to himself, pleased and amused. The pard later found his name to be Khallar; they have fought and squabbled and slowly trusted each other from that very day.
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