The Eldest of Dragons

Trent smiled as the young dragon climbed off of him and began to walk around near the shelves. "I can access Ley Lines in this area to do magic, I simply teleported us to my library." Trent then walked over to one of the extremly large books that were propped up on a stand made for it and he opened it and began hunting through the titles he had written in the pages. The Words themselves were normal size 12 font, and ever inch of the page was covered.

When Theron asked how old dragons usually lived and made the assumption of how long dragons live. Trent turned his head to look down at the young dragon and dispared at how little the young one knew about himself. "Most dragons live up to three thousand years of age before their bodies give up and simply stop working. This in part is the Spirit of the dragon's and the Body of the draon's fault. The Spirit becomes bored and just leaves, and the Body acts like it goes into hibernation. This is usually called a Final Rest. Or nap or sleep, or however it gets said and depending on circumstances."

Trent turned back to the book but he didn't stop being a teacher. "Though I am unlike my kin. I use to be an Adventurer when I was young, I fought monsters and demons and became a sort of conduit of Magic Energies. In effect, I cannot die from ageing. I am an Immortal Dragon, But something you should learn before you decide that it sounds fun to be immortal. As a Dragon, no matter how old you get, you get to keep growing...I'm finding that bit the hardest to deal with."

Trent's head turned and he looked at the band from where his massive head turned, being a dragon and having to need exquisite eyesight when miles in the air just to see potential prey on the ground the hundreds of feet was easy to see the minute details of band from where he stimply sat. "Hmmmm...seems to be Alteration...but could be Conjuration...potential for Abjuration or even Necromancy though." What mainly tipped him that it might be Necromancy was the fact it was black...everything needed to be black for Necromancy and that ticked Trent of a bit asthetically speaking. Copper did not blend well with black, no matter how many fashion magazines said it went with everything.

"Now you said that it looked like a Tattoo... did it have any designs you might remember that aren't shown on the band now?" It could be something that might point Trent in the propper direction. Just going off the depleted magic of years ago was not easy and the magic here being used could be of a different world entirely but usually the same magic schools still applied over the dimensional divide.

"Did the white mark and your tattoo look similar and if possible could you describe it to me?" Trent used a gentle claw to turn the massive page in front of him which caused the air in the entire library to stir. "Magical items can do a lot if certain things are in different places, such as there are many ways to stop a dragonic transformation and each has its pros and cons. Though there are other ways I can delve into the magics of the depleted item but that could take weeks of careful searching."

"Now my boy, with your...lack of memories, it seems to me that they may rather be supressed rather then removed. if they had been removed entire then even your instincts would have been tampered with. So though you don't KNOW how to fly up in the brain. Your gut should." Trent glanced down at the young dragon remembering the scaring on his back muscles that were used for flight. It was terrible to remove the glorious ability from a dragon.

"Unfortunatly from what I saw of your wing though, you cannot because you healed from a wound wrong. I cannot contact the gods so healing the way I'm use to is out of the question...I'll see if I can get the propper resources from the hospital later this week. Can't stand to see one as young as you being flightless. It chafes me because i'm to big to do it on this plane. Can't imagine what it's like for you."

When Theron pointed at the script on the bangle it made Trent curious using a claw he etched some magic into the air and the band began to float up so that Trent could see the way it was written. When he got it close enough to read his tail stopped moving naturally and stayed there rather rigid. This was draconian script, but it wasn't made by a dragon. Trent could see the tool marks in the metal.

Deep in Trent's bones he felt revulsion. Dragon hunters were usually also called Adventuerers were idolized in some Planar Wheels. On the one Trent came from it was usually Adventurers who fought Chromatic Dragons, while Dragon Hunters killed any dragon they came across. Terrible thing...but why would they have such a band... so Trent began to read, his stomach turned while he read. "You poor child..." he whispered to himself as he finished reading the script. They wanted to 'domesicate' him, using him as no more better then a Cow.

Looking down at the young child he felt his heart creak in his chest. He couldn't tell this young one the truth...not yet at least. "I can read it child but it's not much better then random words written on the public restroom's walls."

When the boy started to degrade himself Trent felt like it could have been part of the Dragon Hunter's plan to psycologically break him by making him beat himself up. So taking one of his large claws he bopped the boy gently on the head. "There is no such thing Theron. Every Dragon is as much of a Dragon as any other, there are some that slaughter villages but they are still Dragons. You are just young Theron, everyone starts somewhere. Remember I use to be as small then you at my youngest age. So no matter what, I don't want to hear you degrade yourself just because you didn't know."

Trent lowered his head down to the boy's level again his eyes were caring and serious. "My dear boy. No dragon just wakes up one day and finds that they know everything about being a dragon, and powers are controlled through practice and Activated with instinct. I can teach you both young one, do not despair. I'll even help give you a temporary buffer for your powers but it is severely temporary." It was then that the grand dragon changed into human form, it was something he normally didn't do while in his lair. Almost immediatlly his phantom sensations began to pressure him into a anxiety attack or to change back right then and there...but he resisted as he moved over to the human form young dragon.

"Every dragon get to where your at young one, you probably did know how to control your abilities before. It's just like riding a bike my boy, you will learn to do so again, and this time i will be faster then you once did. It might even help unlock some memories of what happened before." His hands were on Theron's shoulders as he looked at the young one. The older human male with graying temples wearing a travel worn magic mage robe with a green t-shirt and denim jeans underneath. "You need to keep your spirits up. There is nothing sadder to see then a depressed dragon."