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There is a body of a dragon on the ground; the Base has gone up in a frenzy. A dragon has been murdered, and a rider is left to madness. Dragonriders are furious as the progress to break down the tyranny within the Base seems to have taken ten steps back. Residents are on edge and there is one nagging thought that bites at the consciousness of the people of the Base... Has Darvulok lost so much honour due to the events of the past to go so far as to attack their own?

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Histories; Updated: December 5th, 2009
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Khallayne
The Hyper Fire Lizard
Table of Contents
  • Inora
  • Pern
  • The History that Came Afterwards
  • Starting From Year Zero
  • The First History Written for Kithkanan Weyr back in 2005, MSN Groups

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Khallayne
The Hyper Fire Lizard
Inora

The beginning of Inora is one that isn’t known by any, and misunderstood by all. The planet of Inora was said to be created in the time of the Star Children, the first deities of Inora. It was a time when the people who guarded the planet and who had created the planet roamed amongst the living, and played their part to influence the lives of others in order to maintain peace. The Star Children created it as an inter-dimensional planet that was meant to play the sole role of slipping through one time to another. In essence, it was their playground so to speak. The one place where they would spend their time creating new species, or learning new magical theories in order to manipulate the world around them the way that they envisioned. They were Inora’s first habitants. They were the ones that created the Inoran dragons, the Akma-Deiros, and the Krixennan.

The peace that they had acquired over the years would not last. Because of the fact that Inora was created amidst a plethora of different dimensions, touching each of them yet belonging to none, another species introduced itself upon the planet, and killed or exiled most of the Star Children, taking the playground by force. They were known as the Ladrius, and they would become the known deities of Inora.

From that day onward, Inora would change little by little, the Ladrius did not have the power to sustain the veil that protected the planet from intrusion and thus the magic weakened until the day that different races started to wander in. Being in the center of many dimensions, there was no stopping the influx of races that walked in and out of the planet’s realm. Some chose to stay, others chose to merely pass on by, however, in the end, the planet became populated, lands were claimed and the original species were practically sent to extinction.

The sole original species that adapted to the planet’s new habitants were the Inoran dragons, the guardians of the planet and the ones that maintained the balance now that the Star Children had left. They were feared by the species that came upon the lands, and hunted for they were rumoured to steal and murder children. Thus came the era darkness; the era where the world lived without the dragons and their protection. Changes in weather, miasma, astroids and meteorites were all common occurrences to be feared, occurrences that were fought off with magic by those who could fight.

The era of dragons was lost…
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Khallayne
The Hyper Fire Lizard
Pern

After the riders of the Ninth pass finally blew the Red Star out of its orbit, everything was at peace on Pern, at least for a little while. The riders continued with their lives, more independent than ever and working alongside the Holders in a harmony that hadn’t been seen in ages. The serenity that reigned was bliss; however, the effect that it had on the dragons was obvious as the numbers started to dwindle. Without the pressure to breed to fight thread, the large magnificent creatures that had one filled the skies in wings of thirties were now down to a few hundred dragons. The clutches were small, and the flights were few, and being scattered across the face of Pern did not aid their situation.

It was in the still of the night, 500 turns after they had vanquished their enemy, that a new danger fell from the sky. From the sky, silvery threads began to fall, and as the dragons rose to meet it, they soon realized that it was not the same enemy as before. This thread was larger, it was more resistant to the dragon’s flame. Those who didn’t die in the air were soon to feel the effects of the poison that went through their bodies. Many people took shelter, and those who were foolish enough to fight it were often loss days later. This caused the dragons to return to their Weyrs, down to a scant two, and attempt to think up a plan that would protect them against the menace. However, when the Holders came knocking upon their door, the riders couldn’t explain to them how this horrible luck had befallen them; nor could they assure them that everything was going to be okay. Instead, they said that they were going to attempt to find a solution to this, a safe haven.

Like they had done to reach the Red Star, the dragonriders went into space, using all the technology that had been left in their hands after AIVAS to track down another planet, one that they could deem worthy of living upon. Taking advantage of the fact that their dragons could hold their breath for so long, and technology allowed them a farther view from which to between, it was by fluke one day that a blue dragon and his rider noticed the faintest of gleams in the distance. It was almost as though a planet was just out of their reach. However, at the next skip between that they did ahead, the rider and dragon found themselves immersed in bright sunlight and a gentle wind that brought the spray of the water up towards them.

The dragonrider would forever say that it was luck; no matter the luck that had brought them upon the planet, they decided to take their chance and move there after much discussion. It was better than watching their home get destroyed little by little. Thus, with the aid of the dragonriders that were willing to leave their home behind, the people that wanted to leave were moved, as were many of the beasts that they could bring with them. They built a new place for themselves to stay and missed those that chose to stay behind, cutting their connection with their old planet.

In the beginning, they kept in contact, up until the point that it became too hard, and as the turns flowed by, the image to go back home was simply too old to follow, the jump too risky. Settling well upon their new home, the people of Pern were adapting to the new lifestyle and the odd and unique creatures of the planet. The dragons adapted well, as did the fire lizards. Even some of the Whers survived and were thriving. Certain species of Inoran animals and Pernese animals interbred and strengthened the blood of the livestock. It was a work in which they could live!

It took approximately 7 turns before the Pernese came in contact with one of the inhabitants of Inora. They looked strange, wore different clothes, and had different features; they couldn’t even speak Pernese! It took years of trades and communication before the Pernese learned the Inoran common tongue, and the Inorans attempted to force themselves to not run in fear when the dragons approached. After much hostility and disagreement, slowly things started to settle until everyone began to adapt.

The Pernese had found a new home. This planet as called Inora.
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Khallayne
The Hyper Fire Lizard
What Came Afterwards...

The era of dragons began again at long last.

It wasn’t until the fourth generation of dragonriders came into existence, a mixture of Pernese and Inorans that the Pernese saw the Red Star flickering in to view upon the horizon. Day by day, it seemed to get closer until it faded. Many thought it was simply an illusion, the Inorans simply shrugged it off as normal behaviour of their planet. Then, one fateful day, the skies were dark, and silver threads started to fall. Out of duty, the dragonriders rose to flame the thread to protect their new home. To their fortune, it wasn’t the hybrid kind that had fallen on Pern. It simply seemed that the Red Star had thrown its terror upon the planet temporarily.

The next day, the threadfalls continued…

At the realization that thread was falling, the Pernese decided to follow the ways of Lessa and use images to return to the Pern that they knew to retrieve firestone. Inora had its own phosphorous rock; however, the quality wasn’t nearly as good as the ‘stone that they had been dependent upon. As a mixture, they could use it to fight. Alone, the Inoran ‘stone was useless.

Still they continued until the poisonous substance of thread started to fall from the sky. The Inorans called this Wiskan, and as the poisonous thread began to rain through the sky in its thick mass of strands, hundreds of dragons appeared in the sky. Large dragons nearly three times the size of the Pernese dragons, small dragons the size of a fire lizard, and mismatched dragons some with wings, and others without all appeared, flaming and fighting the Wiskan that fell. The riders upon the ground could only watch as the sky was filled with a plethora of colours, and different jets of different coloured breaths. The dragons fought throughout the whole fall without a rider and without any resemblance of order. As the last strand of Wiskan was burned from the air, the wild dragons disappeared.

Thanking the coincidence that had befallen them that day, the dragonriders began to create Weyrs again, working with together to create Weyrs that could survive without the aid of tithe. However, despite the Pernese dragon’s best efforts, their simple phosphorous rock flame wasn’t strong enough to allow them to destroy Wiskan, though they destroyed thread easily. Time after time again, the Inoran dragons came to the rescue when Wiskan fell.

As the dragons started to rise to mate again, new dragons would sometimes participate in the flights, mixing the genetics and the bloodlines. Little by little new and strange colours of dragons started to appear, and a species of dragons called the Forsakens were born. These Forsakens took on the natural colours of the original five, and even the white dragons were coming back into existence. In appearance, they were the same as the traditional colours; however, they each specialized in their own sixth sense unique to the colour that they took. They were also capable of producing their own flame like their Inoran-dragon kin. Their flame was stronger than the regular Pernese dragon; however, they still depended upon the aid of firestone, to strengthen the fire, in order for them for them to be able to destroy the poisonous menace that fell.

The more the dragons cross bred, the weaker the Pernese bloodline became until the five original dragons were no more. It took centuries for the traditional dragons to disappear; however, they were useless in some areas of combat, and the evolution that took place was needed. Instead, all that was left in their place was the hybrids that could breathe fire naturally. Yet, the weaker flame due to the Pernese blood persisted, and these dragons also required firestone to fight against Wiskan.

After years of fighting constant falls and natural disasters, everything fell into a dull serenity. The Red Star vanished as suddenly as it appeared. More odd coloured dragons were appearing, and the dragonriders decided to roam the lands. The Weyrs were no longer needed. Dragonriders could roam the lands and the need for them to be in one area to constantly rise to fight thread was useless. Thus, the age of Free Riders, dragonriders without borders or limits began. Some worked for a living while others took what they needed to survive. They would band together in smaller groups and sometimes come together if the rare threadfall came around. The original dragons of Inora (known as the Inoran dragons) mingled amongst the hybrids, and on the rare occasion, one would choose to impress to a humanoid. These humanoids were special, and who later would become known as the Darosuke. They were capable of hearing all dragons and some even preformed magic that people deemed impossible. As a pair, they were celebrated and cherished because of their natural abilities.

Unfortunately, the riders did not know of the implication an Inoran bound meant. On a day no different than today, the male rider of that dragon was lost in a skirmish between riders and the habitants of the lands. Feyru, which was the dragon’s nickname, went crazed with sorrow. Something within her mind snapped, and she was no longer the dragoness that people had known her as. The gentle dragon turned into a killer. The small dragon grew within weeks to quadruple her size, and bone armor appeared upon her legs and her face. She was uncontrollable and in the end, the only way that the dragon’s could control her was by murdering the dragoness, and thus the tale of the Darosuke and the Inoran dragons were to be forgotten.

Fearing that this outbreak would be a common thing, the dragonriders protected the world against the Inoran dragons who were now deemed dangerous and wild. The first dragonwar came and went, it took years and years. It was the first instance where the people of the Lands forced the riders to turn upon one another. The death of riders and their dragons became a common sight. The dragonriders and those who didn’t ride dragons went into conflict. Each side of the conflict told a different story. The riders attempted to protect the original dragons that had been seen upon Inora; however, whether by fear or pressure, many riders snapped and the hunt for the Inoran dragons began. Any Inoran dragon that appeared with a clutch was murdered at the expense of the candidate that it could have impressed... The original dragons of Inora were never seen again as some believed them to have died out while others simply thought that they were in hiding.

Barely recovered from all the death and destruction, the Red Star flickered into view once more. The pattern to the fall of threadfall hadn’t been discovered yet. Threadfall was usually assumed to come with the appearance of the Red Star; however they had not yet discovered the ‘pattern’ to Wiskan. The tales of Inora being an inter dimensional world were forgotten. Instead, people simply took it as something that happened from day to day, not bothering to question what they couldn’t stop. Wiskan and Thread started to fall nevertheless. This new fall caused the riders to migrate towards the continent of Kithkanan, and the paradise-like haven that nestled against the Dark Forest of Ebranor. The riders needed their own lands where they would not hinder anyone if they chose to expand. They needed locations that would allow them to cover the most area at all times. Some riders went towards Darvulok, a land across the mountain range that bordered near the territories of Sameros. Thus dragonlands began to be formed.

As the riders struggled to protect the skies, the Holders and Cityfolks wanted to protect their lands from the riders that were stealing their crops. With thread falling, it was hard to survive without a tithe when the riders were attempting to broaden their horizons. Taking it up with the dragonriders, the people of the lands were stuck between two stronger point of views and many shades of grey. On one side, there were dragonriders that understood and wanted to take the effort to become autonomous once again. On the other side, there were riders who refused to be the slaves of the people of the lands. They wanted to fight and protect, and not risk losing everything because they needed sustenance. They wanted to wait for a lull in the falls, and the holders would hear nothing of it.

The riders began to split to both sides. Those who felt a sense of duty and desired to keep their newer ways of supporting themselves looked to Kithkanan, while those who wanted to remain true to their life as a Free Rider went to Darvulok. Amidst the conflict, and out of fury, another fight started. This one was between the riders of Kithkanan against the riders of Darvulok, and both riders against the people who lived without dragons. Those from Kithkanan attempted to reason with those of Darvulok; they wanted them to join them in their way of living. However, with the lack of tithe, the riders of Darvulok would die out before their land could produce enough for the riders. Heated discussions flew from both sides until those from Kithkanan were convinced that the Base was in dire need of tithe, even for a little while. Thus the riders of both sides turned against the Lands. The holds fought back, and attempting to attempt to find a way for both sides to work, Kithkanan attempted to reason with both. They had the food to survive; they had their home nestled amidst the mountains; they needed nothing. Darvulok lived a different lifestyle, and since the Hold wouldn’t give in, their numbers threatened to dwindle if something wasn’t done fast enough.

The fight continued for weeks, the leaders of Kithkanan swaying from one side to the next while the Holds and the Base kept to their own sides. The tides continuously fluctuated, going from one extreme to the next, yet a compromise was never worked out. In the end, the members of the Base were viewed no better than thieves from the land, and Kith was pitted against the Base, for without the Holders support, if Wiskan fell once more, there would be no more world to protect. It was a horrible fight that annihilated the last of the Queen Forsaken Dragons, thus giving them their name. Only the Aureate (the Queen) and the Nacre (white) could clutch dragons of the Forsaken colours, and since the Aureates had died out, and the Nacres rarely clutched, that sub-species of dragon was destined to fade from history.

With the Base and the Weyr as two different entities, the dragons that lived in the Base began to mutate to different colours without any mean of explanation. The last war had brought them closer together; the loss of the Forsakened colours and friends and family took a toll on both sides. They still supported each other during dire needs; however, they lived in two different areas of Inora. Their alliance was to be kept a secret for the Holds trusted Inora, and if that trust was kept, the holders needed not know that the Weyr would aid the Base out when times were tough. Yet, whether due to hatred, or plain arrogance, one rider from the Weyr struck out against one from the Base. It took the acts of only one person to bring to reality the thoughts that many harvested about the other side. Ties became strained and fights broke out. It didn’t take long for tension to rise once again and for the conflict to break out into an all out calamity between the Weyr and the Base. Thus the riders became known as two groups: Guardians who were the riders from the Weyr, and the Rogues who were the riders of the Base.

Living upon their very fertile lands, the Weyr prospered with strong dragons and respect from all over gained from their past actions. Those who lived on Darvulok, however, had to suffer a different state. Despite their attempts to grow harvest and food, nothing would grow. They didn’t know that their land had once been struck by Wiskan and that the plants that they ate and the water that they drank was tainted with poison. Many people got ill, many people died, dragons went barren. The dragons that did survive from the Base were stronger than their Kithkanan counterparts; they had to be. They grew a tad larger merely because they had to survive. It was simply a very hard living for those who were no longer accepted by the rest of Inora, and with their old ties with the Weyr broken, they found themselves in a situation that favoured only the survival of the fittest.

Driven by desperation form lack of food, and searching for a cure for their dragons, the Base created spies in order to gain information from Kithkanan, and returned to their pilfering ways. Their own state, however, had become their way of life. People stopped complaining, and to show weakness meant that one couldn’t survive. It came to the point that no one could tell that the Darvulok was in such a horrible state. Only the people living there knew best, for it was something that had happened over years. In return, the Weyr created their own spies and sent them to Darvulok after the first of the Base spies were discovered. The Weyrleaders of Kithkanan were certain that the Base had ill wishes in store for everyone. It didn’t take long before Kithkanan attacked the Base, dwindling their numbers. The secret of the Base’s illness was kept secret despite all this. The spies only saw people who were bitterer than the rest of humanity; people who had harsh lines upon their features simply because it was how they had grown. None knew it was due to a poison, and none had lived there long enough to suffer the consequences.

After the last battle, the dragonriders split into two clear groups. A rider either supported the Base, or they supported the Weyr. Those who attempted to remain free were shunned and offer no guidance to survive for they remained a threat to the internal functions of both sides. With the lack of in-between riders, and mistrust coming from all directions, the age of Free Riders was over, and Inora slipped into the age in which it now exists.

The riders who agreed with the Base and followed the old free ways, remembering days were roaming the lands had been everything chose Darvulok. However, those people had to suffer the effects from the lands, and though remaining true to what they believed in was something, the consequences of the decision were the results that they would have to live with forever. Those who were tired of conflict, and wanted to continue with the lifestyle before the age of Free Riders chose the life of the Weyr. They were often the people that were highly valued in the eyes of the Lands; they were also the people who felt that desired not to live in the live or die lifestyle in which the Rogues survived. The mutated colours of Rogue and Guardians began to mix, and soon there was no way to tell a rider from the Base to a rider from the Weyr except for their insignia.

This time, the Base was not so quick to forgive and forget. Waiting for years to recuperate, a few select crazed leaders of the Base, had one final attack of their own. Forcing the dragons to battle, the Leaders wanted to murder those who had done them harm, and steal the precious Darosuke from the Weyr, a band of people who were said to have the curing magic of old. They would heal their lands, and those who did not wish to follow their ways were murdered. Of course, any attack made in the Base was meant to look like an accident for there were people that believed in honour and trust. It was too late for everyone to react and do something when the flaw in the system of the Base Leaders was detected. Kithkanan spies couldn’t leave Darvulok to warn the Weyr, and those in Darvulok who did not wish to fight took arms if only so that their dragons or their loved ones would not have to suffer.

It was in the dead of a clear night that the Rogues took to the sky. The first wave that attacked the Weyr were the Lunars, murdering the scout-riders that watched the sky for activity as the second wave of Nightmares came in, holding everyone within a hellish nightmare. By the time the call of an attack went out, flame and fighting was everywhere. Dragons were fueled by the hatred of their riders, maws clasping upon the necks of their attackers, claws tearing out the wing membrane that kept them in flight. The battle was gruesome and horrible, and many riders were killed that night, unknown to the rest of the Inora.

The Weyr, capable of holding nearly 1100 dragons, had been destroyed. In that battle, 10 Darosuke, riders who fought for what they believed were grounded permanently, dragons murdered. The Darosuke were only put to slumber by one of their own, the last Darosuke and the riders of the Weyr that would catch them upon the ground, broken and unable to fight no longer. Inora’s last so-called protection had been wiped in a matter of hours that seemed to pass like seconds to some, and centuries to others. Everything of the Weyr was gone… And the Rogues returned home.

Everything was gone except for one young woman and her dragon, an Unknown Coloured dragon who called herself a Kithmitir, both of whom were morally shattered as they sat amidst the sands of the underground hatching grounds of Kithkanan, wounded and pained when everything else had been destroyed. Around them rested the sole hope of the Weyr, a clutch of eggs passed down by the late Queen who had valiantly passed away. The only hope of the Weyr rested upon the shoulders of a single pair, and the Kithkanan spies who mightn’t know that the Weyr had survived in essence.

To think that it had been nearly 50 some odd years since the last Wiskan fall, and that peace had seemed to have been reigning supreme…

Tension is now high between the Guardians and the Rogues as we all arrive at year zero of the world of Inora of today.
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Khallayne
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Starting From Year Zero

Destroyed and weakened, the Weyr welcomed the new people that would become the first riders of Kithkanan. Despite the death and destruction, there was training and chores to be done, and things to rebuild. There would never be any rest for the weary. However, the Weyr could not stop the rumours that traveled the lands as the dwellers became restless and nervous. Soon, the word on the wind came that Kithkanan had been destroyed, and out of fear the Holders confronted the Weyr. Though hope was thin, there was an agreement struck.

Soon spies began to flock back to the Weyr, old comrades becoming friends again and taking up their old positions. Base spies flock in, some people seeking solace after the war, and others attempting to continue to harvest the hatred. Thus, in silence and a rather uneventful two years, did the first group of riders graduate from the Weyr, and soon the Unknown Queen Asyralith rose, gracing the Weyr with a second clutch.

This new clutch, however, did not come into the world at the best of times. Deep in the darkness, evil brewed as a Darosuke who had lost her dragon had fallen into necromancy and sought to bring her life-bonded back to life. In her madness, came forth the Choraphne, a group of people who had no soul and longed only for the Darosuke souls of others in order to cure themselves. These people could not feel, and the disease was transmitted through their touch.

All across Inora, people were being murdered by foul creatures that went beyond the worst images that one’s mind could create. Death was everywhere, and it was only after the dragonriders murdered the Dream Dragoness of the Necromancer Xaetrix, did the killing stop. After the attack where every where suffered, the riders were weary, and returned back to their lands.

In order to celebrate the peace that had been attained, and to attempt to unify everyone for a few days, the Autumn festival was started in Sameros Hold which should bring joy into the third year after the destruction.

Three years have passed since then, and the Weyr is bustling and the Base has been under the radar for a while now.
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WARNING:This is the old history. Read it if you wish. ^_^ It is not necessary.

Around 500 turns after the Ninth pass, the last pass of thread, a worse danger descended down from the sky and the dragon rider’s could no longer stop it. It was a new type of thread, larger and more resistant to flame than the one before had been. It quickly ate through the ranks of those foolish few that tried to stop it, and after only a few days of attempts at defending Pern, the Dragons and their Riders retreated into their Weyrs. The people of Pern, in their panic, turn towards the dragon riders for their aid. At first it seemed as though they wouldn’t help them, for the people had no clue of the new threat, oblivious as they were, since the dragon riders would disappear at any moment and return in fifteen minutes to suddenly disappear after a break of only a few minutes. Many people asked questions, though no one received answers until a sevenday later, when the dragon riders appeared in the holds, telling the people that they could take them away from Pern, who was at that very moment tipping off the slender edge into cataclysm.

The dragonriders had been searching for a new home during all those times, traveling as much as they could, as far as they could until they found a planet that was suitable for their habitation. They brought animals with them and all the People of Pern, working the dragons to pure exhaustion day in and day out until they had brought all the people and things they could. This was their new home and together they worked to try and get back on track. This planet was called Inora.

Throughout the turns, the Holds and Weyrs no longer needed each other and started to separate from their old truce. Halls placed themselves within Holds and Weyrs so they could be of service to both. But this world had an odd affect on people; new races started to appear, as though they had lived there their whole lives and started to mingle with the humans. So many races that many people got scared, while others accepted them. It even begun to have an affect on the Dragons, they changed colors and the females could chew and clutch. Even their clutches were depleted to barely a dozen eggs which started to surprise the riders. New colors came while the traditional colors disappeared. The dragons had depleted in number and fended for themselves with their riders while other dragons and riders gave Hold and Hall trouble, stealing what they needed until barely anyone trusted the riders of darker colored dragons, whom they started to call Rogues.

The Holds only turned to the Weyr for aid in carving out their homes out of stone and for ridding them of the pesky Rogues. So, as a favor to the Holds for all that they have done, the Weyrs placed watch dragons in every Hold on Inora, to aid them in their protection.


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Ages have passed since those days and every traditional dragon has faded from the face of Inora. The dragons and riders that used to occupy lands that could have been Weyrs decided to move themselves onto one of the many continents of Inora, taking most of the continent for themselves, being able to have Holds near by and every hall craft in their proximity, aiding them where the Holds wouldn’t. The dragonriders started taking on new tasks, learning how to heal, weave, herd, farm, cook, etc all by themselves, but they still had the help of drudges and people who offered their support to the sole and single Weyr, Kithkanan.

The Weyr was capable of holding up to 1059 dragons, taking over a lot of land and scattered in places. They had taken every precaution to protect their home from the Rogues. The Guardians even had their hatching grounds under ground, only capable of access by betweening into it, so no other rider could find it except those of clutching females, and the candidates and Weyrlings who were shown the way.

Everything was running smoothly. No Wiskan had been seen for a few turns and they were finally getting back on track with training. No miasma, thread, meteors or any sort of creature had attacked the Weyr or its Halls. It just seemed a bit odd, but the Weyr couldn’t think much about it. They had their own things to worry about, and one was keeping the secret of their Darosukes. They currently had 11 in the Weyr, three of them being the Weyrwoman and her two children. It seemed that those three came from a line of Darosukes, since every female, who produced a child in that family seemed to have passed down their ability, and the hidden race even awoken in each and every one of them.

Everything was going fine, the Weyr was finally preparing for the oncoming thread falls and everything was running smoothly. Then in the dead of night, they attacked… The Rogues sent Lunars into the Weyr on a clear night, making those dragons invisible while Nightmares invaded dreams and stopped the other people from awakening until it was too late, the massacre had begun.

Many dragonriders were killed that night, unknown to the rest of the world, while all the people that had helped them, craftsmen, drudges, headwomen, odd people and a lot of their fields and herds were also destroyed. The last Weyr, Inora’s last protection had been wiped out. A lot of the Rogues had perished in that one night war, and somehow the Guardians had found a way to kill their own Darosukes that had been caught by their harsh counterparts. The Weyr was no more, in a matter of seconds, everything had vanished…

Everything except for one girl and her Unknown dragon, both whom were morally destroyed as they rested in the hatching grounds, wounded and pained from all those lost. Together they rested, and around them, was a clutch of eggs, passed down by the late Queen, who had valiantly passed away, trying to save her rider from the grips of the Rogues. One team, where hundreds used to stand… May all greet the Kithkanan of today.
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