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SCORE: Above The Magma (Determination) www.youtube.com/watch?v=ue64Pw…
Nightraid, now knowing of his species, feels compelled to find other dragons, hoping for an answer to who he is supposed to be. For the first time since his awakening, he finally feels like there is Hope in front of him and all he has to do is reach out and grab it! His dragon instincts tell him to keep heading south, however, he inevitably has to land somewhere to rest his wings. As he sits on a rooftop of a building, he wonders whether or not he should try to talk to anyone. He closes his eyes to think about it and begins to hear familiar voices and words from his broken memories.
“Try to Love others…but if you can’t live with them, at least don’t do them any harm…”
Hearing these words, Nightraid opens his eyes and looks around, thinking he heard something of it, but then looks back down the building and decides to descend down to the ground below with his wings spread out. As he lands, he already attracts some unwanted attention with ponies everywhere freaking out at the sight of the dragon. Before he could even do anything, he was already being deemed a monster and he didn’t even know why. He couldn’t understand it at all. Nopony would let him go near them and all he wanted was food and help. When they called him a “monster” or “demon”, however…
Nightraid was fighting back his sudden urge to freak out himself and wasn’t doing too well at it. He was more than tempted to let out his inner rage as it was coming to him. His right eye started flaring up and his scars began to glow once more. He wanted to turn into that demonic form of his and attack the nearest pony in sight but he saw that they were already on the move of running away from him. He realized that if he let himself go off like that, he would be giving them more of a reason to fear him. Accepting this, Nightraid tries to calm down for long enough for him to find food at a nearby stand, to no avail, however because when he walks up to the stand, the clerk quickly takes the food and goes.
The clerk dropped a piece of bread… It isn’t long before authorities catch sight of what’s going on and attempt to apprehend Nightraid, seeing him as a public threat. Nightraid can’t even defend his case, for they’re too scared and set off to listen to him. He is so scared that he can’t exactly think of the right words anyway. He fears that he has to fight them… He wishes that a voice would call to him at this point… Two options appear in his mind. Either he stays and fights or he runs. After a few moments, Nightraid notices the piece of bread that the clerk dropped and dives for it to eat it in front of the cops.
With this moment to eat and refill his energy and rest his wings, he feels them ready for him to fly again. The only thing he can do now is take off to the skies. The echoes of their screams still fill his ears and he can’t even hear himself think. He quickly realizes that trying to socialize with those ponies was a mistake and any further attempts would be a waste of time. Perfectly normal ponies living peaceful lives just see the sight of a little black dragon and before he even got to do anything, they panicked. If that was how those ponies were going to treat him, then why bother? Nightraid shakes his head and flies to the south, feeling that the only Hope he has left is with his own kind, his fellow dragons. Eventually, he makes it to the Southern Badlands and attempts to become one with them…and at first, it seemed to work out...
Nightraid no longer hears any voices in mind and feels as though he’s finally at peace. The dragons of the Southern Badlands took Nightraid in, gave him food, shelter, and introduced him to their elders, the Conduits of King Bahamut. They look upon him with both intrigue and doubt. They notice that, like their great leader, Nightraid is a Black Dragon and has potential to become something great…but also notice that his Heart is sealed and his mind is shattered into pieces. They offer to train him while keeping watch over him…but at the same time, they secretly discuss with each other over the fact that he has more than one Soul residing within him. One of which, is an old enemy of theirs. They recognize Baal…
Nightraid spent a year training with the dragons of the Southern Badlands, hoping he would feel the comfort of Love from his own kind. But the more he trained, the more other dragons wanted to fight him. None of them gave him any quarter and Nightraid felt like he was being mercilessly ganged up on rather than cared for by them. Either they wanted to hurt him or they wanted nothing to do with him. When he would go up to any of the adult dragons, they would turn from him and tell him to go away. When he fought, he showed Mercy but was reprimanded for it. Nothing of this felt right. The final straw was when all of them decided that Nightraid never was nor ever will be one of them. He wasn’t much of a dragon to them, rather, an ill omen of evil aura. They decided to exile him to get rid of that “evil aura”.
Neither Pony nor Dragon would accept him. His food has run out. His Heart is still locked away along with his shattered memories. Nightraid feels himself falling into Despair once more… Every chance Hope gets to enter his Heart, it gets blocked by his pessimism. At this point, he feels that there is no place in the world for him. He feels that he would be better off dead and yet he cannot find it in himself to end his own life. Every time he tries, he gets too scared of what might happen. He doesn’t even remember what Love or Faith is and just wishes for Death, either for himself or for the world. He needs help…
TO BE CONTINUED
Nightraid, now knowing of his species, feels compelled to find other dragons, hoping for an answer to who he is supposed to be. For the first time since his awakening, he finally feels like there is Hope in front of him and all he has to do is reach out and grab it! His dragon instincts tell him to keep heading south, however, he inevitably has to land somewhere to rest his wings. As he sits on a rooftop of a building, he wonders whether or not he should try to talk to anyone. He closes his eyes to think about it and begins to hear familiar voices and words from his broken memories.
“Try to Love others…but if you can’t live with them, at least don’t do them any harm…”
Hearing these words, Nightraid opens his eyes and looks around, thinking he heard something of it, but then looks back down the building and decides to descend down to the ground below with his wings spread out. As he lands, he already attracts some unwanted attention with ponies everywhere freaking out at the sight of the dragon. Before he could even do anything, he was already being deemed a monster and he didn’t even know why. He couldn’t understand it at all. Nopony would let him go near them and all he wanted was food and help. When they called him a “monster” or “demon”, however…
Nightraid was fighting back his sudden urge to freak out himself and wasn’t doing too well at it. He was more than tempted to let out his inner rage as it was coming to him. His right eye started flaring up and his scars began to glow once more. He wanted to turn into that demonic form of his and attack the nearest pony in sight but he saw that they were already on the move of running away from him. He realized that if he let himself go off like that, he would be giving them more of a reason to fear him. Accepting this, Nightraid tries to calm down for long enough for him to find food at a nearby stand, to no avail, however because when he walks up to the stand, the clerk quickly takes the food and goes.
The clerk dropped a piece of bread… It isn’t long before authorities catch sight of what’s going on and attempt to apprehend Nightraid, seeing him as a public threat. Nightraid can’t even defend his case, for they’re too scared and set off to listen to him. He is so scared that he can’t exactly think of the right words anyway. He fears that he has to fight them… He wishes that a voice would call to him at this point… Two options appear in his mind. Either he stays and fights or he runs. After a few moments, Nightraid notices the piece of bread that the clerk dropped and dives for it to eat it in front of the cops.
With this moment to eat and refill his energy and rest his wings, he feels them ready for him to fly again. The only thing he can do now is take off to the skies. The echoes of their screams still fill his ears and he can’t even hear himself think. He quickly realizes that trying to socialize with those ponies was a mistake and any further attempts would be a waste of time. Perfectly normal ponies living peaceful lives just see the sight of a little black dragon and before he even got to do anything, they panicked. If that was how those ponies were going to treat him, then why bother? Nightraid shakes his head and flies to the south, feeling that the only Hope he has left is with his own kind, his fellow dragons. Eventually, he makes it to the Southern Badlands and attempts to become one with them…and at first, it seemed to work out...
Nightraid no longer hears any voices in mind and feels as though he’s finally at peace. The dragons of the Southern Badlands took Nightraid in, gave him food, shelter, and introduced him to their elders, the Conduits of King Bahamut. They look upon him with both intrigue and doubt. They notice that, like their great leader, Nightraid is a Black Dragon and has potential to become something great…but also notice that his Heart is sealed and his mind is shattered into pieces. They offer to train him while keeping watch over him…but at the same time, they secretly discuss with each other over the fact that he has more than one Soul residing within him. One of which, is an old enemy of theirs. They recognize Baal…
Nightraid spent a year training with the dragons of the Southern Badlands, hoping he would feel the comfort of Love from his own kind. But the more he trained, the more other dragons wanted to fight him. None of them gave him any quarter and Nightraid felt like he was being mercilessly ganged up on rather than cared for by them. Either they wanted to hurt him or they wanted nothing to do with him. When he would go up to any of the adult dragons, they would turn from him and tell him to go away. When he fought, he showed Mercy but was reprimanded for it. Nothing of this felt right. The final straw was when all of them decided that Nightraid never was nor ever will be one of them. He wasn’t much of a dragon to them, rather, an ill omen of evil aura. They decided to exile him to get rid of that “evil aura”.
Neither Pony nor Dragon would accept him. His food has run out. His Heart is still locked away along with his shattered memories. Nightraid feels himself falling into Despair once more… Every chance Hope gets to enter his Heart, it gets blocked by his pessimism. At this point, he feels that there is no place in the world for him. He feels that he would be better off dead and yet he cannot find it in himself to end his own life. Every time he tries, he gets too scared of what might happen. He doesn’t even remember what Love or Faith is and just wishes for Death, either for himself or for the world. He needs help…
TO BE CONTINUED
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