The Eldest of Dragons

he had returned...last time it took all of their strength to end him, and that was when he had been unprepared. Now he had his tools, he had his armor... He was ready for them.

Weapons bounced off of his armor, spells fizzled against the stronger energy field he naturally produced. His weapon...toxic liquid mercury that he could control flawlessly... There was only one way to save his friends... Before me was a complex Web of ley lines and sigils...I was altering reality...when it was complete... The Mercury, in the air, in our blood, all of it. On this seperate realm of existance changed to innert earth and dirt.

The pain of pushing the solid through my veins tore through me was driving sanity away from me...but that had nothing on the spell HE threw. The first beam of pure heat and ionic energy hit me in the chest...I was dead...even with my own barriers that I had raised to defend myself. I was whole only because of them. The pain though... Excruciating, was distant as my body but the floor...my friends would have been able to save me... If HE hadn't hit me again... Turning my remains to dust...

Trent's eyes flew open as the dream faded... He was panting... The air in The Vault...Trent's home and lair, Deep underground below even the roots of the mountains that lay above his head, moved as he stired from his rest breathing different as his bulk changed Air currents. "I've been dreaming to much of my past" he wispered as he shook himself removing dead scales from his body, they crashed to the floor like steel rain.

Trent couldn't help but remember that a dragon never stopped growing in truth. Being an immortal dragon just meant you never died of old age...so the problem only compounded on itself. After these musings he stood up fully abs began to walk down the halls of his home.

Each was taller then some skyscrapers, abs wide enough for a large castle and its outerwalls to move through them with ease. But as Trent walked he felt something...off. His normal deep copper scales changed to a white almost mist like coloration as he turned into a Mist Dragon and moved faster then the wind through his halls in a cloud. The disturbance was in his upper halls and so he flew.

When he was upon the area his senses told him was the disturbance his scales changed back to a deep shiny copper and he landed on the smooth stone floor. What he found there was... A child, why was it always a child. Trent took a step back and lowered his massive head to look at this young one. "You seem to be lost little one." his voice coming from such a massive chest made the very air around him shudder and vibrate.

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The colossal dragon couldn't help but chuckle, making the ground shake coming from such a large source as Trent. "Didn't your parents tell you how to tell the difference between a normal cave entrance and a Dragon's Lair?" Trent noted the coloration of the young ones scales did seem to be more copper then anything which did perk Trent's interest. He wasn't aware of any Copper Dragon flights in the plane.

"I'm assuming you're attending the school, you look young enough for it..." Trent moved back a bit more and sat down, his massive wall of his tail moved and wrapped around his gigantic spear like taloned front claws. "Surely you can come up with a better explination other then 'you found a cave'."

Trent turned his head so one eye could look more fully upon the young copper dragon. Something was wrong with the young dragon's wings, probably healed wrong from some fight long ago. But what struck him hard was what he heard the young one say, he didn't remember his parents...he didn't remember how he's supposed to act.

Normally most people might turn stone hearted and try to remove the annoyance in their home. But with this news Trent was very much a bleeding heart, his demenor changed from that of a dragon who's lair was invaded to the Great Granddad Dragon that he would have been if he had kids. So he leaned forward and he moved so he was laying on the ground, this usually was so other dragons didn't feel as threatened by the height advantage Trent had on them.

So his chin was on the ground and his head was pretty much nearly the same size as the young dragon. "Youngling, I do believe I owe you an appology then. But, I have a few questions then. You have no memory what so ever of your family?"

Trent made a rumbling sound in his chest as he thought... if he was in his human form it would be the equivalent of a hum really. He was thinking, trying to pull up all of his vast knowledge on what could do such a thing to a young dragon. Nothing major was coming to mind, and the only other place that he could think that would be his vast library. "Well young Theron I'm a bit at a loss for words really. Mainly the magic that would be used to do such a thing is slipping my mind at the moment."

Trent then unfurled one of his vast sky blotting wings and exposed his back to the young dragon. "Hop on, we need to get to my Library and I don't have the days to wait for you to get there walking."

Theron climbed onto his back and Trent could only chuckle. "Dear young one, who said I'd be flying? My Library isn't what one would say...farther then you might think." And with that Trent stood and put his wings up protectively around his new young charge as he lifted one massive claw and slammed it down into the ground and Space and Time warped around the Colossal dragon and as reality reasurted its self with the passing of the dragon the two of them appeared in a large open circular section inside a room with hundreds upon hundreds of Scrolls, Grimours, Manuels, Manuscripts, Books, and Giant-Scale books that would fit in Trent's Colossal claws.

First though he lowerd himself down to the floor again and extended a wind for the young dragon one his back to gently climb off. "Here we are, now young Theron. Let's do some research."