Master Of None

Both Midnight and Remey were questioning themselves. This ancient ruin of a building couldn't have the second or the feel of a dragon. The statues couldn't be a dragon. They had to be some sort of lizard. They both had to be sensing and smelling some dragon remains from ancient times that were stored here. All of this was more plausible. The vampire race had been taken over by a monster of their own making. They couldn't have managed to upkeep any temples. They couldn't have managed to keep any valuable draconic history within. There couldn't be a single bit of evidence that a dragon had even been here. "Midnight, that statue head, it looks like a dragon with more spikes than normal." Remey had calmed her heart which was trying to start beating faster yet again. The entire feeling of this ruined temple made her body react as if it was getting closer to something calling out to her. The statue head in question, was a dragon head, a longer snout and needle like teeth. On its head, instead of horns as some dragons had, it had spikes which reminded the two of them of wyverns. But they were more clean cut and pronounced. These spikes would have followed the neck making them an extension of sharper scales if the status had not crumbled from that point lower. It only left Midnight and Remey wondering just what they were on to here. "More of them." Midnight caught sight of more of these statues. Each one showing off slightly different variations of the same dragons. Or at least, the same dragon species. It made her feel as if her scales were going cold. Not in a bad way though. It was the feeling that she had not known that this sort of thing could exists. Like she was stumbling on to a piece of lost history from the ancient years before the dragons had properly refined themselves. Or even before they had begun to create their own villages with intelligence. "There is more space behind that falled wall there. I bet that it's some sort of meeting area?" Remey curiously decked around the edge of the fallen wall and froze on the spot. Midnight's curiosity brought her right next to Remey only to freeze as well. The wall had been blocking off what had once been an entrance to a massive chamber. Enough for any of the royal dragons to walk in to if they had desired. All the building around had just collapsed and helped block off what had been a much larger standing temple. Not in width, but in height. A dragon wouldn't even need to duck under anything to enter this temple.. What was even more striking, were the steps. They were made so that there could be smaller beings that walked down many steps or a larger being that could step down a few times and reach the bottom. As Remey and Midnight began to race downwards, they both sense the increase in what they could only call a shout for help. A sense that there was something weak needing protection. Their blood and souls vibrating in the anticipation of them reaching it. The very instincts were alive like no other time. When they reached the steps bottom, they found a singular pedestal. Multiple had once been there, but there was clearly nothing to put on them. They had all crumbled or broken. But the remaining one was glowing with vampiric runes. Powerful waves of mana radiated from them as their damaged rune portions allowed mana to seep out. From the rune's both Remey and Midnight sensed a clearly draconic aura. A scent that was something telling of what any living dragon should let off. On top of the pillar surrounded by a crumbling vail of mana, was what neither Remey or Midnight expect to see in a place like this. "Dragon egg." Remey and Midnight shared this exclamation. However, it was more like a whisper. They weren't sure if they were actually seeing this here at all. But as they took tentative steps to look closer, they noticed something else. In draconic runes and another language that must be a more ancient form of vampire language, was written a great deal. Midnight used a small burst of wind breath to push away dust. The words became clearer and were being translated by the system of the world so that they could read them. Remey chose to read out loud as they looked at them. It just felt right. "Weep. for the last of the vampire dragon species is about to perish against the foes of the vampire race. Weep. for the remaining child may never hatch as the leader of vampires has chosen a path of great evil. Weep. for the vampires are enslaved to madness. Weep. for the end of my life is the end of the last living elder vampire dragon who will not be controlled and fall from my noble height."

Both Midnight and Remey shivered reading this. A species of dragon lost to time. One that was wiped out and the last ending itself since it refused to be enslaved by a monster. The pride of a dragon an absolute even in more ancient times. "Weep tears of blood for the child if the runes withstand the onslaught of time and cruel evil. Weep tears of blood for the rebirth of the child and the vampire dragon races. Weep for the howling vampire dragons of wind and storms. Weep for the rumbling vampire dragons of flame and earth. Weep for the hissing vampire dragons of darkness and blood."

"I weep my blood on these runes. Behold my tears. Behold my soul. Behold the last of what I was…" Remey and Midnight noticed the slight red tint under the runes. They were not res because of their vampiric and draconic nature. No, they were red because they carried the very mana left behind from a dragon that had given the remainder of its lifespan, mana, and more to these runes to protect an egg. Through the attacks from vampiric monsters, this egg remained. Through the test of time, this egg remained. "Midnight, it saws to shed tears of blood. That might mean to bleed on it. We both have the right blood for it." Midnight was already moving. Remey had to catch up to her since Midnight was already holding a hand over the pedestal. Both used their sharper nails to make a single small cut on their hands. Noth their instincts said this was right and their own intuition. While the others of the party might think them crazy, this was clearly the right thing to do. When a drop of their blood hit the runes in the air, they shattered and crumbled away. The blood hit the red and black egg on the pedestal. Mana rushed toward it instantly. Darkness mana and a more mysterious form of mana that Midnight and Remey felt was similar to life mana. Regardless of that, the red and black lines on the egg glowed a few times before going dormant again. But now, the two could feel a slight connection with the egg. Like they knew it would hatch and that it was awakened in a way. A slight cry of mana came from the egg. It was like it was wishing for more mana. For it to be able to be brought somewhere more befitting of its affinity. Like it was crying out to a mother that was no longer there. "We are taking it with us, right?" Remey looked at Midnight's resolute nodding. They both had the same instincts. The same desires. Whether they had found this egg and it would be a good thing or not, they would care for it. They would ensure that the little life within had a chance. That whatever history was lost would have a chance to blossom again. They believed this with all that they were. If they could be seen by the ancient vampire dragon that had perished here in sacrificing all that it was, then it would be praising them. The pride for the dragon race in all that it was no matter what was still strong. That even those that were not necessarily born dragons were upholding it beyond a benefit of the doubt. Midnight hugged the egg. She believed that between her and Remey, that they would succeed in protecting this little one. The only thing that weighed in their minds were the other dragons. How would they react to yet another piece of lost history that even their eldest dragon did not recall. The dragon that literally kept their history had no knowledge of such a dragon species existing from so many years ago. It would break their mentalities. …

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