Thomas Anvidir

He broke his thoughts as he looked before him. Many of the eggs already claimed. Worry began to build in the pit of his stomach. He stood, feeling as the aura of the numerous eggs began to crescendo as several of the eggs began to hatch. It made a sharp pain ring out in the back of his mind. As he felt the once connection fade as the dragonets found their masters, yet a small piece remained leaving a numbness on his tongue. It was a bitter sweet feeling, like losing something you were once fond of, and all that's left is your nostalgia once you remembered it after a long time.

He stood before the eggs and did as the teacher, Ms. Smith instructed. He held his hand out and opened himself to feel anything. He could feel the aura of the young ones, their individual heart beats, and even sense some of their own emotions at the very moment. Yet nothing happened.

He tried and tried, but nothing seemed to happen.

It was numbing really. Not being accepted by any of them... Each one acknowledged his presence, and that he was a capable person yet he couldn't feel a bond. Rather, he just felt different. Like he and them were breathing as one, it was an incredible feeling.

Yet, they didn't take to him.

"They feel things not even you can comprehend, Child", the low voice from before muttered.

Of course, no one truly understood the process of dragons choosing their masters. A dragon could serve one person through out their life from the binding of a soul, yet humans being creatures of love and bonds just wouldn't part with their scaled compatriots.

It slowly occurred to him, that not many dragon riders have ever lost a dragon. Thomas was a one in one million, a rarity.

Was it even possible for him to bond with another dragon?

He attempted another egg, yet still nothing occurred. This process repeated like song and dance, Thomas trying an egg and nothing happening. Each attempt tanking his confidence, yet he stood firm as he tried another.

"It's futile, Child. Your soul is tainted, it is only a matter of time before it awakens".

"What is this? Who are you?", Thomas growled out to himself. This voice was some type of specter, or illusion... It appeared once he entered the ceremony hall, and it made his senses run rampant. His suspicions sent a thought into mind, "... Are you stopping me from claiming a dragon?".

"Your a fool child. I am something beyond your comprehension. I don't play such petty games like not allowing you to claim a hatchling. This is a failure of your own devices, that and your cursed blood, Child".

The voice was even and calm, holding no malicious intent, it held authority though like a parent chastising a child. Thomas nodded, trying to make sense of it all. Still, he stood empty handed and he already attempted most the eggs. One remained.

"Regardless, Cursed Blood nor Strange Voices won't stop me", he muttered.

Taking a deep breath he slowly strode towards it, but already he could feel nothing from the black egg. It made him frown, yet his still pressed on. Hope was the only thing driving him. He placed his hands over the egg, he could feel the essence pulsing through the creature within.

It would grow to be a powerful dragon for certain. He stood still as stone, his mind trying its best to make a reaction and yet nothing. For nearly a minute he stood, staring at the motionless eggs, as the glimmer of hope slowly died.

He wasn't able to claim a dragon.

He stood in shock, looking at his hands in morbid wonder as if something vile had occurred. He was a failure. His eyes flashed with malicious thunder as he strode across the hall towards his peers, each in their hands dragons.

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Outside the hall as flash of lightning occurred, as rain began to pour.

A storm began to brew.

Indra the Thuder Light

He arrived at the school after making his rounds about his territory. The dragon held a smug air about him, nothing interesting happened during his search and thus everything went off without a hitch. As he flew, a torrential rain began to fall until it built, winds billowing, thunder crashing, and lightning beaming within the heavens. The dragon felt no fear of his surroundings, he lived and breathed the storm, he was its master and held no fear of it.

Landing upon the roof of the ceremony hall, he could feel the various auras of the dragon eggs, and hatchlings. A low rumble escaped his throat in a calm manner, each year he felt pride in knowing his lands were able to rear so many young ones, even if the hairless apes played a roll in it. He could feel the power within some of the hatchlings as they formed their bonds and it made Indra smile, there was a good crop this year. The young ones would grow strong. He began to sift through more of the various draconian auras, till he settled upon one. It felt... Familiar.

Faint, but it still lingered. He chuffed lowly, his claws tapping upon the roof in a thoughtful manner as he considered this oddity. He'd last encountered this dragon when he was young, many years ago. Peculiar. Indra wasn't fond of peculiarities. His tail swayed as he stalked off the rooftop, gliding towards the ground. Outside the hall he could look within from a window, and his golden eyes flared in fury as they laid upon a boy. He could smell the tainted blood. He stared at the boy for some time, each moment growing more infuriated by his mere presence. A hairless monkey shouldn't be able to hold such power within their soul, it belonged to a dragon.

No human was allowed to bear an Eternal Flame, no matter how miniscule.

The sheer audacity the child had to even exist was enough to mark him upon Indra's list of those he would dispose of if given an opportunity. The boy's existence defied nature's laws. The Dragon grew a scowl upon his face as he shrieked loudly in frustration stalking off elsewhere to consider what he just discovered.

To consider how to deal with such a thing.

Thomas Anvidir

He was to shocked to truly process the World around him. He failed. His legacy would end here. Without a dragon, what was an Anvidir? He remembered the tales his Godfather told him of the days of old, where they would ride upon the backs of Great Beasts of fire, and the stories told of some whose bonds were so strong their souls practically forced them the share a mind.

"What was an Anvidir without a dragon?", the voice muttered, "That is exactly that child. An Anvidir without a dragon".

"... But I was supposed to do something great. I needed to make them proud, to bring back what once was", he said to himself.

How was he to prove that he had what it took the be exceptional? To prove himself not only to his ancestors but to himself?

Daegon wanted him to do as such, or else he wouldn't have offered himself to protect him. Daegon knew he could... Or maybe it was simply blind loyalty. He wasn't sure how to judge the intellectual level of a dragon.

Maybe the Gods wanted to punish him for his challenging them. Maybe they simply thought it was due time for his family to fall away from notoriety. Maybe-

He was pulled from his brooding by a small pin prick in the back of his head. It slowly made his ears ring, till the only sound he could hear was muffed radio static and small voices.

He stood still for a moment looking around.

"So it begins", was all the voice within his mind muttered in a vague manner.

"What does that mean?", he harshly whispered. He gained no response from the voice. He growled to himself in frustration.

His anger began to build, his lack of a dragon, the mysterious voice, his burdens in life upon his shoulders... It was all beginning to weigh down upon his. He wanted to scream, to run away, to find a corner and sit for a while as he sorted out his thoughts. Matter of fact he would have if not for a single thing. A dragonet landed atop his head, its blue coloration reminiscent of something bouncing around in his mind.

He could hear its muffed chirps, warbles, and squeaks but deep within there was something else. In his soul it was as if he knew the hatchling was speaking with him.

I am here for you, both of you.

He could feel the presence of the voice in his head within, as its feeling somber as if finding some type of resonance with the hatchling words.

He wasn't sure why, but deep within him, he could feel a word dancing on the tip of his tongue. He wasn't sure what it meant but he knew it was a form of thanks to the young dragon. His eyes grew distant.

"Ademmagon", he spoke to the hatchling, his voice low like a growl, much like that of more mature dragons. That wasn't his voice he spoke in, it was the voice in his mind.

Thomas seemed to regain himself, with a perplexed expression. Slowly lifting the young dragon off his head and taking it into his arms. A voice called to him from the side, which he assumed to the the blue dragon's master.

"I'm Sorry."

He shook his head at that, as he strode towards the owner of the voice. Once again it was the red haired girl from earlier.

With a smirk trying to hide his more somber thoughts. It was hard to smile in order to hold off gritting his teeth, "We have to stop meeting on these types of circumstances. At this rate I might just have to learn your name".

He offered the girl her dragon back.

"I saw you eyeing the blue one since we walked into the room. Beautiful little thing, I'm sure he will attract lots of attention when he is older", Thomas said jokingly just to strike conversation.

Thomas Anvidir

Thomas nodded at the girl's words.

He didn't mind her presence. She intrigued him mostly, he couldn't read her which mildly infuriated him. Thomas prided himself a good judge of character by a mere glance and yet all he could tell was that she was once very tense. Now though, with her dragon she seemed like the calm waters of a lake. He found out small tidbits about the girl each time he was around her, and yet knew next to nothing about her. She was an enigma.

He would figure her out one day, he mentally concluded. Upon her comment on the feeling of connecting with her dragon, he smiled. It seemed genuine but held a smidgen of pain hidden within.

"Indeed, it is like finding something you have missed your whole life without knowing. A lost piece of your soul finally realized. You feel complete, don't you?", he asked. He already knew the answer. He once stood were she stood with Daegon many years ago, and he would probably never experience it again. He lost his smile as quick as it came replaced by a frown. His eyes drifted to the girls hatchling, watching with nostalgia as he remembered the first moments with his once dragon.

"Little Blue here flies rather well for one so young. Normally it takes several days to even a week till they even get the courage to leave your side. To get them flying on their own we'd usually have to toss them from a high place with something soft underneath, praying for the best", he said fondly. His eyes held mirth at his memories.

Suddenly he felt himself be lightly yanked forward. Then he noted that the girl was also jerked forward, little Blue was bouncing playfully between them upon their shoulders. This continued for some time until Thomas understood the hatchlings pattern, catching him midleap and pulling the dragonet to his torso.

Subconsciously the voice in his head seemed to once again sway the boys actions, as a low rumble came from his chest. The message was clear, 'Settle Down, Little One. The adults are talking'.

He stood rather close to the girl for an awkward moment, mildly embarrassed and uncomfortable by their proximity. Truth be told, he never been this close to someone in many years. Quickly, he stepped backwards. He looked away, as if anything else could be more interesting for a moment before gathering his thoughts. His eyes suddenly grew wide in an animated and lively fashion, which broke the rather stone faced boy's usual demeanor.

"I must apologize, we've been chatting and all and I forgot to even introduce myself!", he said quickly. While Thomas Anvidir was not a melodramatic person, his mentors all beat a sense of being cordial into his system. Who was he to forget such a basic thing as telling someone his name... Idiot.

"Thomas Anvidir", he said in a polite manner, seeming to have collected himself after the slight outburst. He offered the girl a hand to shake, little Blue clinging to said arm like a koala. It made him smile, and the faintest hint of a laugh escaped from him.

This time free of pain or worry. For a moment he just felt better.