The Scaly kingdom

And So It Begins

I open my eyes to the world in a tent lit by a fire that crackle and sparks in the large room filled with eggs. As I break free of my crusty prison, a large, scaly, clawed hand reaches into my own egg and yanks me out of the shell; I look back and see that it wasn't just a prison, it was my home for as long as I could remember. This thing holding me gently, but tightly, just enough for when I try to squirm, I am held fast. It seems to examine me up and down for a long while, its sharp eyes looking over every inch of my body, lips curled up into a smile showing off a maw full of jagged teeth and scales of a tannish hue, it had a string running from its head to the neck with feathers jaunting out going every which way ending in a glowing blue rock. That is when I noticed around the space that we are in is many multicolored dots floating in the air around us. I must have been staring at them for quite some time for when it noticed me looking.

         It followed my gaze and with a large toothy smile and a clawed pat on the head it said in a feminine voice, "Thris se Selisk". As if telling her that I don't understand, there must have been a look of confusion on my face, but she just patted me on the head and started moving. 

She carried me over to one of the flaps where I saw many of the other scaly people in the fire light their scales shinning. As I am transported over to the others, I couldn't help but look around and see many of the other eggs in this part of the tent have been broken open. She set me down on a soft surface with the others looking at me with both joy and suspicion for this is the first time I could move freely. As I looked at my hands and found they are the same clawed hands that have grabbed me from my egg, yet different somehow. I looked around I saw other smaller scaly beings but where their bodies are tan and dark brown whereas mine is pale white. That is when I suddenly felt something slap me in the back; I reached around quickly and found that it was attached to me.

" A tail", I thought for I could not vocalize my thoughts. I rolled around in the softness of the bed that I have been placed and stopped as I heard something akin to arguing. It was the adults as one grabbed me by the tail and hoisted me into the air. I curled into a ball as she swung me back and forth, but the one that carried me took me from her, then stomped off in a huff and took me to a different part of the tent. She set me down in a room lit by a small fire that a red flicker of light danced around, on the floor was large squares stacked on top of one another, and a large bed with decretive cloth covering it. She set me on the bed, and I tried my best to thank her but all that came out was a "koo". I guess I will need more practice. 

After what feels like ages I have finally learned how to speak and after many tries to articulate my words all I could get out was a few words that I had copied from some of the other larger scaly people in the tent. They look at me with discussed and with toothy snarls, but every time they do my caretaker lashes out at them. So its not so bad and I still have no Idea what they are saying to begin with so I could be copying a slur or something.

I think I finally got this language thing down. It may have taken awhile but my Egg Mother as she calls herself has been very patient with me, but I think I got it down and not much latter I learned how to walk; If only in baby steps. It seems that my name is Selisk and according to the other Egg Mothers my white scales is a prelude to some sort of disaster. At least It gives me some reason why they look at me with such distain. It seems that my mastery of the language isn't enough to ease their minds matter of fact it only seems to have strengthen their resolve and hatred towards me. Scales be damned if I am not going to make friends if it is the last thing I do, well once I am allowed to see my Egg Brothers and Sisters. 

It has been some time and I have yet to be let out of this tent I have grown exponentially I am now to the height of my Egg Mother's hip and this room that we share is getting smaller as time passes I have no Idea of how old I am or even where I am aside for the hard ground beneath my feet. all I know is that I am close to the center of the hatchery as it is called by my keeper and every time I try to walk out one of the adults leads me back to this room. So I have taken to the many books that are in this room. Some of them are in a language that I do not understand and in thoes books the symbols seem to glow just like the spirits as they are called the multicolored things that seem to be floating all around me at all times. It seems that one of the books is on the Yogoth History though it is very thin. Apparently we where created by the God Sicon to roam the wastes and the herald of his return was a white scaled Yogoth.

"Well that would be why they hate me". Just as I said the words the book is slapped out of my hands and hits the floor with a loud thud.

"Who told you that you could read my books", My Egg Mother shouted at me then immediately calmed down, "Who taught you how to read", she said with a scrutinizing look.

"I did while you were away It wasn't that hard really when you read to me at night I fallow along", as I trail off I see the other adults peering into the room saying things like that boy is up to it again and I don't know how Secrona deals with it. "Ah so your name is Secrona", as the words escaped my mouth she grabbed me by the face and pulled it close to hers and looked me straight in the eye.

"Egg Mother you shall not refer to me as anything else for I am the one raising you", and as she said the words her harsh look turned soft once again and she turned to face the other adults and lead them out of earshot before they started talking once again. After a few moments she reentered the living space, " now what have you learned from going through my things". I told her the story about the prophecy of the coming of Sicon. All she said to that was " I see what else"., and I told her about the strange colored symbols in here other book that seemed to be in a language that isn't Yogoth. "Ah yes that is written in the language of the spirits and would normally so up blank to all but toughs with the sight and practiced shamans. It seems the time has come for you to start training, come with me".

She leads me across the hatchery to the far side of the tent and opens the flap. I see light for the first time as I step through the opening, my eyes are assaulted by the light and I nearly go blind. As my eyes try to adjust to the brightness of the light I start to notice many Yogoth f different shapes and sizes moving about their day. surrounding the camp that I can see is those spirits in much larger numbers. As we start to move through out the camp many of the Yogoth that we pass stop to stare at me. Many in surprise and others in anger but they are quickly turned away. The only reason being is that Secrona is glaring at them. She leads me to a large tent decorated with the bones of a large beast. Its mouth forming the entry and inside of the skull is the flaps to the tent. I couldn't help but notice that the concentration of spirits is much more dense than that of the amount of camp that I have seen. When we walk into and under the skull of the beast and get to the flap of the ornate tent something flashes past my peripheral. We enter the tent and my senses are assaulted with the strong smoke and the colors of the countless spirits. I take some time to reorient myself as Secrona moves forward and gives a deep bow to a Yogoth that I can only assume is a man but it is hard to tell them apart as all that I have seen is female and everyone that we passed all looked the same. 

"So this is the white scale that everyone in the hatchery has been muttering about. You have told me that he both possesses the gift and the sight", he says in a low hiss. As he says this a tall and thin multi-colored figure floats graciously around the back of the chair. The chair is made out of a multitude of bone from various different animals it is hard to see where one part begins and another ends.

"I don't know about the gift but I can see the spirit that is prancing around the back of your chair". I said while pointing at the back of the chair to give him the chance to look.

"Good so you can even see the spirits that are bound to me that is very good. This ones name is Scald it helps me with my water magic from time to time", as he says that he starts to trail off. "Well enough of that since you have the sight it will be easy for us to tell if you have the gift".

He instructs me to reach out my hand and grab one of the nearby spirits and hold it tight. Then feel the essence of it the elemental power that comes with every spirit. See it within myself and focus on the energy within building then release the spirit. It took me some minuets to figure it out until when I released on the last try of the day I was holding a sphere of dark red energy. I turned to look at Secrona and the shaman but the look of dread on there faces was all to telling." What is it" I asked trying to figure out why they look so disturbed.

I was about to ask again but the shaman spoke up, " the magic within you is that of destruction. It can be a powerful form of attack magic but it dose not discriminate against who it harms, well it be the caster or the target. I can train you how to harness and focus this power so that it dose not consume you but it would be up to you who it consumes so be carful". With that my magic training has begone to control this power of mine.