House Nightskye
Mysthia was a wild land untamed only the very
strongest could survive there, dotted by a myriad of small holdings and self
declared kingdoms, when the elements and harshness of the land didn't kill them
off. The threats of the White and Red dragons that filled the mountains did.
There never seemed to be one man or woman strong enough to pull everyone
together. A young man named Aron Nightskye, burned with the need to pull the
people together, give them safety. At council his ideas those, of an elf were
laughed at with much scorn. How could he an elf expect to rule such a harsh
land. He entered the mountains at the Malayse Junction, he thought that perhaps
if he could kill a dragon and return with the heart he could prove his
worthiness to rule the wild lands of Mysthia.
Using magic, and great cunning he managed to
keep himself from becoming the large, White Dragon's, lunch but his broken and
twisted body lay high in the mountains. He laid there saying his prayers and
making his peace with the gods when he thought that perhaps an angel had come to
take him to the afterlife. The golden blond hair and violet eyes, the paleness
of her skin he became convinced that he had died even as she lifted him and bore
him away..
Over the months of his recovery he fell in love with the beautiful gentle
maiden, one night declaring his love, he took her and made her his own. His
wounds healed his heart whole he prepared to return to the lowlands and take her
with him as his wife. Heartbroken she told him that no she could not leave the
mountains nor this place, bitter tears rolled down his cheeks in his anger he
told her that if she truly loved him she would come with him if not all of it
was a lie.
The pain in her heart was overwhelming she watched as he gathered his things the
only words he gave her were bitter and full of hurt. Shaking her head sadly she
looked to him and whispered softly. You will pull them together make them a
whole but you will not be king it will be your sons and your daughters who will
rule this land, and when your son is ready I will give him the power. Now leave
this place and never return to the mountains for it in this place you will die.
Your son will brought to you as soon as he is born.
He lifted his hand to ask but the cave was full of myst and a map that led back
to civilization, he felt the dragon fear in his blood like never before only the
oldest and most venerable of dragons could make him feel like this and he left
as she requested never to return.
He fought and pulled the people together it
took him hundreds of years but eventually he accomplished his task. He never
married he couldn't forget the maiden but a son of the woman he loved and never
mentioned was always called his heir. The boy was kind and gentle, fierce and
demanding, wise and sometimes the clown, the people loved him even though his
eyes were an uncommon violet. He was in his 150th year when a beautiful woman
came to him in front of all of the people and placed in his hand a sword with an
amethyst the size of a robins egg in its hilt.
The oldest of the White dragons came and he defeated him the dragon submitted.
The oldest of the Red dragons came he defeated it and it submitted. Then
suddenly the maiden became the oldest of the Amethyst Dragons and she submitted
to her son.
Declaring this is my line, for I have lived in this place longer than any other
and only one of my line will rule in this place. Only one of my line will the
dragons submit too and only once at their declaration. Only one will the dragons
follow in times of war. Accept your king and his bloodline or leave this place.
The sky full of dragons darting and weaving awaited the response and to the very
last man the people of Mysthia bowed to the line of Nightskye.
