Fall of the Old Ones
With the powers of the Ancients that they gave them, the Great Dragons began casting a spell, the very air and land around them warping from the power of the spell itself.
While the Ritual began, the Great Wind Dragon called for his brothers, and began casting an illusion so magnificent that its glory has never been seen in the centuries since. The illusion encompassed the battlefield, and there, before the Old Ones, where their creators, the Ancients.
The Old Ones hesitated. Should they attack their creators? The question played within their minds like a child would play with a ball. The Old Ones stopped, and called the legions of the damned back to them.
And that was the moment the Great Dragons had been waiting for. With a blast of power, they tore through the illusion and struck the Old Ones with the full power of the Ritual, which would later be known as "The Sealing." The Sealing took the Old One's Minds and entrapped them within a Void-Prison, created by the Great Dragon of Darkness and his children.
The Old Ones screamed in fury and defeat when they realized what was happening, but they could not stop it. With a shriek, first Malica fell, then Illerin, then Neriten. With his last strength, Jeratal blasted a piece of his black essence right at the Great Thunder Dragon, and collapsed in his eternal sleep.
The magic was too fast; too powerful to overcome. The great Dragon of Thunder's wards of protection fell, and the piece of essence tore through his body as if it where silk. With a roar, the Great Dragon fell, his silver lifeblood flowing from a wound as large as a mountain.
The other Dragons, and the remnants of the mortals, huddled around the leader of them all, weeping for their loss. But then, Whirin, youngest of the Great Dragon of Light's children, stepped forward. She had spent much of her time with the Elves, teach thing, and helping them form their kingdom.
She explained that death was a fleeting thing, and their soul was cast into the void after death. There, it was united with the Ancients, and any fallen companions. She then went on to explain that anyone, even a mortal, can enter the Void with proper tribute.
Then, before anyone could stop her, she transformed into her humanoid form, and began to meditate, a deep blissful meditation.
White light filled the very air around her, shining upon every creature there. The light seemed to radiate from every scale, every part of her.
The air trembled, and the ground start to shook. With an explosion of light, a mixture of white and purple, the blast knocked back every creature, large and small, living or dead, within three miles of the Great Dragon's body. With a roar that shook the very heavens, the Great Dragon of Thunder bellowed, "BY THE ANCIENT ONES' GRACE I HAVE BEEN REBORN!"
Then, he turned to Whirin, the young dragonling barely two decades old that saved his very life;
"You have done this old dragon a service, young one." He said, placing the tip of his claw on her head. "I cannot thank you enough for your sacrifice for me."
Whirin smiled, her humanoid face radiating beauty at every angle.
"I know you sacrificed your immortality for me. And that, I can never forget. You shall be honored, young one. Honored until the end of time within our Dragonhalls."
Whirin bowed, and turned, saying, "Great one, I am no longer Immortal. I am no longer a dragon. I wish to spend my time with the mortals of this world before I die. I will do my very best to make this world the way the ancients wanted it to be."
The Great Dragon of Thunder nodded solemnly. "Indeed, child. Go. Your place is with them now."
Whirin turned, and joined her Elvin companions. Nothing more was hear from her, but her statue remains in the Dragonhalls to this day, and the Highborn, Elves with the blood of a Dragon, exist from her bloodline.
While the Ritual began, the Great Wind Dragon called for his brothers, and began casting an illusion so magnificent that its glory has never been seen in the centuries since. The illusion encompassed the battlefield, and there, before the Old Ones, where their creators, the Ancients.
The Old Ones hesitated. Should they attack their creators? The question played within their minds like a child would play with a ball. The Old Ones stopped, and called the legions of the damned back to them.
And that was the moment the Great Dragons had been waiting for. With a blast of power, they tore through the illusion and struck the Old Ones with the full power of the Ritual, which would later be known as "The Sealing." The Sealing took the Old One's Minds and entrapped them within a Void-Prison, created by the Great Dragon of Darkness and his children.
The Old Ones screamed in fury and defeat when they realized what was happening, but they could not stop it. With a shriek, first Malica fell, then Illerin, then Neriten. With his last strength, Jeratal blasted a piece of his black essence right at the Great Thunder Dragon, and collapsed in his eternal sleep.
The magic was too fast; too powerful to overcome. The great Dragon of Thunder's wards of protection fell, and the piece of essence tore through his body as if it where silk. With a roar, the Great Dragon fell, his silver lifeblood flowing from a wound as large as a mountain.
The other Dragons, and the remnants of the mortals, huddled around the leader of them all, weeping for their loss. But then, Whirin, youngest of the Great Dragon of Light's children, stepped forward. She had spent much of her time with the Elves, teach thing, and helping them form their kingdom.
She explained that death was a fleeting thing, and their soul was cast into the void after death. There, it was united with the Ancients, and any fallen companions. She then went on to explain that anyone, even a mortal, can enter the Void with proper tribute.
Then, before anyone could stop her, she transformed into her humanoid form, and began to meditate, a deep blissful meditation.
White light filled the very air around her, shining upon every creature there. The light seemed to radiate from every scale, every part of her.
The air trembled, and the ground start to shook. With an explosion of light, a mixture of white and purple, the blast knocked back every creature, large and small, living or dead, within three miles of the Great Dragon's body. With a roar that shook the very heavens, the Great Dragon of Thunder bellowed, "BY THE ANCIENT ONES' GRACE I HAVE BEEN REBORN!"
Then, he turned to Whirin, the young dragonling barely two decades old that saved his very life;
"You have done this old dragon a service, young one." He said, placing the tip of his claw on her head. "I cannot thank you enough for your sacrifice for me."
Whirin smiled, her humanoid face radiating beauty at every angle.
"I know you sacrificed your immortality for me. And that, I can never forget. You shall be honored, young one. Honored until the end of time within our Dragonhalls."
Whirin bowed, and turned, saying, "Great one, I am no longer Immortal. I am no longer a dragon. I wish to spend my time with the mortals of this world before I die. I will do my very best to make this world the way the ancients wanted it to be."
The Great Dragon of Thunder nodded solemnly. "Indeed, child. Go. Your place is with them now."
Whirin turned, and joined her Elvin companions. Nothing more was hear from her, but her statue remains in the Dragonhalls to this day, and the Highborn, Elves with the blood of a Dragon, exist from her bloodline.