10 10 Discovery

After attempting to decipher my new magic tome has failed, I had decided to visit the werewolf den. Upon visiting, I met up with the leader of the pack. His name was Mikhail, he was 6 and a half feet tall, brawny man with a full beard. Over the past year, when I visited the mountain, I had an odd feeling of being watched. I thought I was being paranoid but upon this visit I knew instinctively like a prey in a trap. Noticing my vigilance, Mikhail asked, "What is wrong? I smell fear upon you." My answer was slow and stuttered "I feel an overbearing pressure making it harder to breath but leaving would be a bad idea. I feel the mountains intention. The spirit who dwelled here has woken." In my mind a simple sentence reverberate the houses, "Find me hatchling."

The werewolves were scared as they asked "What was that roar?" Grabbing his weapons while his people left their home. I said to Mikhail "That was a powerful person. If I'm not mistaken is a Dragon of some sort. I heard him call me a hatchling. I will go find it, if you want to come I know where to go." As we followed the cave, we came to the back wall only to find a door placed. The door was stone with a crystal in the center. Putting my hand on the crystal, my mana was pulled, unlocking the door, and an automatic rune scheme to open the door. As I walked I found a grand room with a level ceiling high in the air. A marble floor with vibrant shine. Lighting was bright white flames, with ashwinders living in the fires. Knowing from my previous life about Ashwinders they lived as long as the flames burn and they are many. The snakes seemed to stay in their nest around the fires. Turning to me the snake hissed.

The largest of the 4 large snakes exited the fire. The large golden snake exited saying, "Welcome to the House of the Golden One. You have been invited to meet with her, Young Ageless. Lord Dragon has informed us of your arrival. These are cursed beings of the human race. What a shame. My lord might help with that, but for you, Progenitor your soul is visible. We snakes serve the True Dragon child of The platinum Dragon Bahamut. Our Lord's name is Valamaradace. You show call her my lady for she is of the highest order. She wants to meet you." To which I nodded as the werewolves could not understand the Ashwinder. I explained what the snake had said as all they could hear hisses from the snakes. Turning toward the far wall with a pure white stone door with gold artwork around the boarders. My group walked up to the doors pushing the middle to open. Only for it to not budge.

When we stopped a voice from behind spoke up "hi! Are you having trouble with the door? I'm Tagarda, but you can call me Tag. What's your names?" Walking past us without a weapon, she pushed opening the gate with ease. As the door opened a valley full of trees and a vibrant dusk sun. The girl behind the voice was a shorter woman with a full figure and golden hair. Her ears were long and pointy like an elf. She had a green Hunters vest and pants. She had a golden bow across her back with gems inlayed on the bow. I spoke first explaining "Hello, I am Eric, these are my friends Mikhail and Dmitri. I was called by the Lady of this place to meet. It is a pleasure to meet a true elf." The girl simply chuckled saying "Follow me."

As we walked through the entry the next room was a new domain. Looking back at the door, all I see is a massive golden entry way with what looks like a portal to a sub dimension. Walking into the castle was an uphill journey as the whole area was a large garden. Upon reaching the top stairs, I come across a large patio with chairs and wine in a golden Goblet. The patio is a white wood. The patio was completely empty but the elf walked over to the luxurious golden woolen couch. Sitting down she said, "Now we wait for her to come. In the meantime, would you like some wine." In that second I knew this is like in the DnD campaigns. The dragon is disguised as an elf. She must be a pure gold dragon. As I sit down I hear a laugh in my mind. A memory of meaning death replayed in my head as the elf laughed saying "Ah so you come from one of the main worlds."

The werewolf men confused asked "What are you saying?" To which I replied "Didn't you just hear her?" They shook their heads no as the elf explained "We are speaking elvish young hatchling. Yes I can read your thoughts. Your mind is open for anyone in the mind magics to view. I am the Silverymoon queen. I am an Ancient True Dragon. My power loves illusions allowing me to learn and fool minds. I am a golden dragon of justice. These cursed beings are being hunted. I felt the fowl breath of another amongst the attackers of your village. You see I have lived in here for many years but my eyes have seen your life. I have awakened from a dragon sleep. Only to learn of you a reborn. You are of the righteous. Your soul can be seen and I read it as just. I have seen your past and I am amused. I warn you, gaining power as you have will only be slightly effective. My home is built in a mana vein. This domain is how I wish it to be. I will live for many more years."

Confused I asked "So what do you think of my wishes." The elf laughed "They were good choices. These universes have many gods. My own God Bahamut has blessed you with draconic tongue. I can see your soul looks similar to an elf but your main body resembles a human. Quite strange, You will be Ageless but know that sharing that power may also grant boons to others. You will change this world many times over. It is quite interesting you can speak many tongues. Only you don't realize you are speaking draconic." The werewolves then looked at me saying "That last line we understood. We are sorry to have offended you we were simply living near the entrance to your realm." The dragones showed a projection of herself as a dragon saying "This is what I used to look like. Now that I am an ancient I can stay in a human for for years. If you wish I may grant you shifters a small boon. Unfortunately that is a curse from another ancient dragon that can not be undone. He is a cruel dragon of chaos. I can affect your control. I will caste a spell on everyone of your kind within the forest. You will be able to control the shift, your skin will harden and scales will protect you. You will shift into a Kobald. You will have full control but you must shift 1 every 2 months or you will get weak. You will guard my door to repay my kindness." She ushered the wolves out while telling me to remain.

We resumed our conversation, she said "You are an outlier but I will teach you to close your mind and some dragon runes. The gate you entered is a portal that your previous world would be jealous of. This world has a spell called apparation, it doesn't seem different but it seems uncomfortable. The portal cost more mana, as you say, but it is safer and much more useful as you can see the place you are teleporting to. I will teach you some of my craft. We dragons are like Phoenixs we live then dye and are reborn. I am at the ancient stage of my life. When you return from your adventures I will be growing again. You will have free reign over my territory as I grow." When I ask "Why are you doing all this for me?" The answer I received was perplexing.

"You are a Godling. I can see your crest, I can see many futures all based on your actions. A fight is coming and it will be for the wolves. Their curse originates from an old enemy of mine since the curse can only be passed through bites and their you have mixed a potion limiting their chaos you have become a hindrance to my enemy. An orange dragon by the name of Valyrin. He absorbs chaos off of humans. He became a Dracolich many years back. For some reason he came to my land to harm good people. I have been silent for too long. I am going to challenge him. First I must teach you. For the next attack, he will come. We must prepare as he is a follower of Bhaal the Dragon God of violent and ritualistic murder. Valyrin doomed himself when he became a liche. Since he failed to become an ancient he became an undead. By doing this he placed his soul in a gem. Instead of a horcrux it is a phylactery. But to damage your soul will destroy your immortality. Eating chaos has allowed him to grow after becoming an undead."