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Date Posted: 13:31:32 12/20/02 Fri
A young drake flies high overhead, his brittle wings aching desperately but he ignores them. At last he arrives at his destination: the Lake he has always loved. Alighting on the pebbled beach, he smiles softly at all around him. Deciding to use his new power, he sends his awareness out around into the territory, feeling and identifying who is around. A little tinge of disappointment approaches him as he does not hear his mother's note among the complex chord of Dark Lair, but he forces that not to last long.
The prince chuckles quietly to himself; Wonder if anyone will recognize me, in this state? Indeed, he hardly looks like the dragon that left to take the Ordeal all those months ago. He is taller, stronger, and surprisingly well-muscled; he has become quite a handsome specimen of young male dragonhood. Indeed, he is midway through adolescence but on the way out of it, into true adulthood (slowly but surely). But there's more to his changes than mere natural development. His scales have been burned a charcoal-black by the flames he was exposed to during his trial, punctuated by white scars from the boiling water that had lashed against his hide. The blackened scales and the brittleness that accompany them should soothe away over time, but he certainly has suspicions that those white scars won't fade quite so easily.
Never mind, he is back. And he is a true adult now, having passed his Ordeal and at long, long last acquired his most coveted Power. So despite his exhausted, shredded state he is exuberant as he lies down in the cool shallows of his favorite Lake, letting the frigid water soothe his scales, lapping at and gradually eroding the darkened, painful layer.
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