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UPDATE: Want to adopt one of the eggs from the background? See this journal for more info!
My pen talon is heavy as I find myself burdened with this task. I cannot begin my duties as Chronicler without first telling my own tale, from start to finish.
As Chronicler, I must view time as objectively as possible. The Late Chronicler before me nearly threw the world into another dark age by attempting to shield the Purple Dragon, Spyro, from harm. I shudder to think what might have happened to The Realms if he hadn't let Spyro come to Cynder's aid. I doubt that I would be writing this now.
...it would seem that I am attempting to distract myself from the task at hand. Which comes as no small surprise. For I must do the unthinkable. I must acknowledge my familys' greatest shame:
Vulcan Blackfyre.
Vulcan was hatched fifteen cycles before I was laid. He was still barely a child when my egg was conceived. His egg was shockingly small, and fragile as dragon eggs go; my sire and dam were concerned that he might not survive the elements. But survive he did, and when he hatched, he was nearly bursting at the seams of his eggshell. That size was a source of awe and amazement, but would eventually become one my brother's greatest source of strife.
From the day he hatched, he simply did not stop growing.
Vulcan was the first born son of my own parents, Infernacus and Nydia Firethroat. Despite his size, they loved him dearly from the moment his egg was laid. They both doted on him, as parents do with their first child, and encouraged him to use the promise he showed with his Fire abilities to grow stronger.
But all was not well with my sib. Vulcan suffered frequently from night terrors, and was shy in his youth. It was often difficult for him to make friends, and his size made him physically resemble those a decade his senior. This often resulted in Vulcan being the subject of cruelty from said older dragons, and my older brother would often be seen limping home after lessons concluded in the Temple. Infernacus, whom was duty bound to maintain a certain amount of neutrality when it came to the youths he showed more compassion to, was often furious at this. According to Nydia, Vulcan often though that Infernacus was furious at him, and his already poor self esteem only worsened.
Nydia fussed over him during this stage in his life, and continued to do so as he aged. Vulcan came to rely on the shelter of our mother's wings to shield him from responsibility for his mischief in later years, but as a child, in earnest, I believe she was his shield from how cruel the world could be to a dragon that wasn't built like the rest.
The night my egg was laid was when the abuse Vulcan received reached it's turning point. That turning point was when he finally fought back. It must be understood that Vulcan was not outright a violent dragon; he was, left to his own devices and given the right amount of love from his family, a gentle giant. But if pushed too far, past that invisible line that none of us would ever know was there, he could snap. And snap he did.
It was an unfortunate series of events that led up to the attack, though that night did bring something that eventually brought my family joy: That was the night that the egg I hatched out of was laid.
Infernacus could not ignore his mate's need for him at his side, and my brother had been attending a private lesson in the Fire College in Warfang. In the excitement and anticipation of my dam's labor, the hour that he was supposed to be escorted to the Temple passed by unnoticed. Vulcan took it upon himself to make the walk home, a journey he'd made without supervision occasionally before. Unfortunately for him, he made one wrong turn, and met up with the usual gang of older dragon children who usually made him their victim.
I cannot begin to guess what caused them to attack him so viciously. Perhaps their frustration that Vulcan had, up until then, refused to fight back. Following the leader's cues, they all set on him, claws and teeth and tails aiming to cause him serious damage. Vulcan firmly believed that they wanted him dead that night, and when their leader went for his throat, he finally fought back.
It was the first time his size ever gave him an advantage. It would not be the last that he used it for his own gain, but it was the first time he used it innocently, to protect himself.
It was fortunate that our uncle, Incendius, had been sent to fetch Vulcan. After knocking his attackers unconscious, he'd been in a frozen daze, standing among them with what Incendius described as a 'thousand yard stare.' Our uncle fetched the nearest Guardian, Acerbus, to help assist him with the children, who came to as they were being carried to the Temple for healing. They pinned the blame solely on Vulcan, claiming that he had attacked them without provocation, waiting for them in the shadowed alleys of Warfang until they'd fallen into his trap. Though Acerbus and Incendius were hard pressed to believe them, their parents firmly supported their claims, and wished ill fortune on my family for many years to come.
So it was that Vulcan was escorted, at long last, into the Temple, to the main nest chamber. As his egg had been laid before mine, the eggs of the Guardians and many others of dragon society were often laid in the Temple, and left to incubate until it was their time to hatch.
As my sire and dam apologized and fussed over him, Vulcan slowly picked his way past them to where my egg had been placed in the warm straw. A child that was his age that did not have his size could never have picked up my egg so easily, or so gingerly, but he did both; and cradled my egg in his huge paws. As our gathered family watched, Vulcan spoke, and I still remember his words to this day.
"Y've gotta bright future ahead of you, d'ye ken? I dunno wha's'n there, whether you're my brother or my sister, but...nothin' could be as bad as comin' out like this, eh? You don't wanna turn out like your older brother, do you?" I recall how warm it was as Vulcan gently sat me back on the nest, curling his arms and head around my egg. "'M gonna make sure y'got an' older brother who's gonna take care of you. You're gonna have so many friends, an' no one's gonna even think about doin' anything bad to you, s'long as I'm around.
"I promise, and brothers don't go back on their vows."
And were it not for Malefor....Vulcan would have kept his vow.
Of that much, I am completely certain.
End of Part 1 of ???
UPDATE: Want to adopt one of the eggs from the background? See this journal for more info!
- - - -
From the private journal of The Chronicler, Ignitus Firethroat,
My pen talon is heavy as I find myself burdened with this task. I cannot begin my duties as Chronicler without first telling my own tale, from start to finish.
As Chronicler, I must view time as objectively as possible. The Late Chronicler before me nearly threw the world into another dark age by attempting to shield the Purple Dragon, Spyro, from harm. I shudder to think what might have happened to The Realms if he hadn't let Spyro come to Cynder's aid. I doubt that I would be writing this now.
...it would seem that I am attempting to distract myself from the task at hand. Which comes as no small surprise. For I must do the unthinkable. I must acknowledge my familys' greatest shame:
Vulcan Blackfyre.
Vulcan was hatched fifteen cycles before I was laid. He was still barely a child when my egg was conceived. His egg was shockingly small, and fragile as dragon eggs go; my sire and dam were concerned that he might not survive the elements. But survive he did, and when he hatched, he was nearly bursting at the seams of his eggshell. That size was a source of awe and amazement, but would eventually become one my brother's greatest source of strife.
From the day he hatched, he simply did not stop growing.
Vulcan was the first born son of my own parents, Infernacus and Nydia Firethroat. Despite his size, they loved him dearly from the moment his egg was laid. They both doted on him, as parents do with their first child, and encouraged him to use the promise he showed with his Fire abilities to grow stronger.
But all was not well with my sib. Vulcan suffered frequently from night terrors, and was shy in his youth. It was often difficult for him to make friends, and his size made him physically resemble those a decade his senior. This often resulted in Vulcan being the subject of cruelty from said older dragons, and my older brother would often be seen limping home after lessons concluded in the Temple. Infernacus, whom was duty bound to maintain a certain amount of neutrality when it came to the youths he showed more compassion to, was often furious at this. According to Nydia, Vulcan often though that Infernacus was furious at him, and his already poor self esteem only worsened.
Nydia fussed over him during this stage in his life, and continued to do so as he aged. Vulcan came to rely on the shelter of our mother's wings to shield him from responsibility for his mischief in later years, but as a child, in earnest, I believe she was his shield from how cruel the world could be to a dragon that wasn't built like the rest.
The night my egg was laid was when the abuse Vulcan received reached it's turning point. That turning point was when he finally fought back. It must be understood that Vulcan was not outright a violent dragon; he was, left to his own devices and given the right amount of love from his family, a gentle giant. But if pushed too far, past that invisible line that none of us would ever know was there, he could snap. And snap he did.
It was an unfortunate series of events that led up to the attack, though that night did bring something that eventually brought my family joy: That was the night that the egg I hatched out of was laid.
Infernacus could not ignore his mate's need for him at his side, and my brother had been attending a private lesson in the Fire College in Warfang. In the excitement and anticipation of my dam's labor, the hour that he was supposed to be escorted to the Temple passed by unnoticed. Vulcan took it upon himself to make the walk home, a journey he'd made without supervision occasionally before. Unfortunately for him, he made one wrong turn, and met up with the usual gang of older dragon children who usually made him their victim.
I cannot begin to guess what caused them to attack him so viciously. Perhaps their frustration that Vulcan had, up until then, refused to fight back. Following the leader's cues, they all set on him, claws and teeth and tails aiming to cause him serious damage. Vulcan firmly believed that they wanted him dead that night, and when their leader went for his throat, he finally fought back.
It was the first time his size ever gave him an advantage. It would not be the last that he used it for his own gain, but it was the first time he used it innocently, to protect himself.
It was fortunate that our uncle, Incendius, had been sent to fetch Vulcan. After knocking his attackers unconscious, he'd been in a frozen daze, standing among them with what Incendius described as a 'thousand yard stare.' Our uncle fetched the nearest Guardian, Acerbus, to help assist him with the children, who came to as they were being carried to the Temple for healing. They pinned the blame solely on Vulcan, claiming that he had attacked them without provocation, waiting for them in the shadowed alleys of Warfang until they'd fallen into his trap. Though Acerbus and Incendius were hard pressed to believe them, their parents firmly supported their claims, and wished ill fortune on my family for many years to come.
So it was that Vulcan was escorted, at long last, into the Temple, to the main nest chamber. As his egg had been laid before mine, the eggs of the Guardians and many others of dragon society were often laid in the Temple, and left to incubate until it was their time to hatch.
As my sire and dam apologized and fussed over him, Vulcan slowly picked his way past them to where my egg had been placed in the warm straw. A child that was his age that did not have his size could never have picked up my egg so easily, or so gingerly, but he did both; and cradled my egg in his huge paws. As our gathered family watched, Vulcan spoke, and I still remember his words to this day.
"Y've gotta bright future ahead of you, d'ye ken? I dunno wha's'n there, whether you're my brother or my sister, but...nothin' could be as bad as comin' out like this, eh? You don't wanna turn out like your older brother, do you?" I recall how warm it was as Vulcan gently sat me back on the nest, curling his arms and head around my egg. "'M gonna make sure y'got an' older brother who's gonna take care of you. You're gonna have so many friends, an' no one's gonna even think about doin' anything bad to you, s'long as I'm around.
"I promise, and brothers don't go back on their vows."
And were it not for Malefor....Vulcan would have kept his vow.
Of that much, I am completely certain.
End of Part 1 of ???
- - - -
So. I'm sure a lot of you thought 'Vulcan was always bad.'
'Vulcan was always a monster.'
'Vulcan didn't have it in him to love others.'
Vulcan was a kid once, though.
Vulcan was also not under Malefor's influence once.
He had a lot of potential. He had some issues still (mild paranoid schizophrenia, gigantism, socially awkward/inept) but he had a lot of potential. People aren't always going to be a carbon copy of their parents, though; they're sometimes the product of their surroundings. Nurture versus nature and all that. Vulcan had the potential to become something greater, but he just....
Never did.
To be continued. B)
UPDATE: Want to adopt one of the eggs from the background? See this journal for more info!
Infernacus, Nydia, and all other Feuriah's Dawn related themes (c) to WeirdHyenas
Incendius (c) to DragonCid
Spyro and all Spyro related themes (c) to not me
Vulcan is (c) to me and Weird
Vulcan's design and this art (c) to me
'Vulcan was always a monster.'
'Vulcan didn't have it in him to love others.'
Vulcan was a kid once, though.
Vulcan was also not under Malefor's influence once.
He had a lot of potential. He had some issues still (mild paranoid schizophrenia, gigantism, socially awkward/inept) but he had a lot of potential. People aren't always going to be a carbon copy of their parents, though; they're sometimes the product of their surroundings. Nurture versus nature and all that. Vulcan had the potential to become something greater, but he just....
Never did.
To be continued. B)
UPDATE: Want to adopt one of the eggs from the background? See this journal for more info!
Infernacus, Nydia, and all other Feuriah's Dawn related themes (c) to WeirdHyenas
Incendius (c) to DragonCid
Spyro and all Spyro related themes (c) to not me
Vulcan is (c) to me and Weird
Vulcan's design and this art (c) to me
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If only that blasted Malefor hadn’t gotten a hold of ‘em.