Mortility, he who fits in the goddesses hands

Dear Ethereal,

Yestrday was something strange but strange in a great way! The day began simple- Arthadregon visited Fraiegronda's peak and both of them tended to the plants, I stayed behind with Mortility and drew steches of horned beasts and winged ones too, I have this idea for a creature that as twice the size of a griffens wingspan well it stands but it has the ability to shape shift into smaller plants or rocks well It's skin is that of bark and moss. In the middle of dawing these creatures in a herd of a dozen- I was overwhelmed with such chaotic energy that I froze- It felt similer to the Alters magic that my mind was brought back to my coming of the world- After my back felt like scathing fire. I reached for my wings and felt boney feahers that came back in my palms. I wanted to cry and no matter how much I twist my face it wouldnt contort its boney features.

So instead I sat there with Mortility with a hand full of my feathers. I grazed my boney fingers atop its ruby glazed shell well I focused on the growing magic. It was chaotic yes- but there was still order and pattern to its surges. It indeed felt familiar with the chaos so I felt no threat to it. I just waited until it came to hells peak.

Sister was the first to arrive but with her with thousands of creature's- prehaps the whole realm surrounded blackstone and I was quick to stand. Quick to jump in so I could protect my friends but when sister raised her hand I knew she ment no harm. She walked to me and we embraced with open arms but when I saw her grand dispaly of white and golden tip wings my ribcage spilled with envy and agony. I know now that I will never fly like I did in the heavens...

Sister had told me of her excitement towards yesterday well we were still side by side,but then I didnt understand what she ment.

Everyone arrived before the sun reached its peak- yet nothing occurred until twilight- when the moon and sun meet in the sky. Nothing big happened over the course of the day, everyone exchanged words and played games, the seven dragons met togethear and for the first time since their creations I witnessed pure happiness and joy in Frieagronda's face as she told tales to the Watradrone and Sandrungo. It reminds me of that world she made in her sleep a long time ago- it seems almost alike and much clearer now in person then in blurred vision. I still need to bring that up with sister and find the name of those miniture realms.

When twilight came everyone began to form clusters to sleep in and Fraiegronda separated from the other six guardians. Before taking Mortility she rested her head atop mine- taking Mortility she told me goodnight. I sat up and walked to sister. We whispered and laughed over silly everyday nonsense. I showed her my drawings and she told me of ideas for future creations. Thats when we heard a crack that broke the silence in two. Everyone awoke and gathered near the valcanos ledge. The six awoken dragons peered down at the seventh as another crack echoed around us.

In moments I seen Fraiegronda's claws rake the blackstone as she climbed and sprint to Mortility's nest- And Mortility began to glow brigther and brigther with every second passed. With it my hands began to burn hotter and hotter and hotter until Fraiegronda tripped and landed onto the ground- once her claws released Mortility the heat ceased to nothing.

Then came a blinding light as the egg broke in two and a heavenly flame erupted from its core igniting the nest in a blaze of white flame. When it died to a bed of ashes there was a single tiny red creature laying in its nest. It wriggled and squirmed for some moments until Sister walked over and held the tiny creation in her hands- it fit perfectly in her palms.

She brought it to Frieagronda with a smile "Mortility's birth is why we came today my dear friend" Sister told the fire dragon, placing the tiny creation in Frieagronda's foreclaws "Birth?" Fraiegronda echoed back and sister nodded enthusiastically. "Birth. Mortility is my first cration that is able to grow, they are tiny now but my hope is that they will grow big and strong like the rest of my dragons are now. After when they become your size they can give birth to more of their your own kind. Dragons that can withstand the heat and fire!" Sister went on, ruffling her wings with uncertainty as the golden chains adorned with emeralds and moonstones jingled in the silence. "I don't know what the outcome will be for Mortility but, like my brother trusts you with his wrath, I trust you to with Mortility. I am the mother of Life, so my gift to you is to share the gift of being a mother" Sister smiled. Fraiegronda stared with disbelief but soon cradled the tiny dragon.

Fraiegronda sniffed to tiny dragon, smiling and made her way back to valcanic ledge where she hooked her tail into the blackstone, turning to face sister "I am truly honoured my Goddess, my gratitude shiws no boun-" Sister raised her hand, when I heard the soft jingling of the thin chain links that tangled her hands I sort of felt disappointed in her- I asked her to keep all the credit, thats just what she deserves in my eyes. When she raise her hand she had said so softly "Please, do not misunderstand. I am not the one behind my gifts thought- only their creation. It should be my brother that your gratitude belongs to" Then her wing gestured toward me followed by soft jingles.

Frieagronda stepped towards me with a smile upon her face as she pulled me off the boulder I did sit on for the most part- and hugged me. She gave her thanks as well as a necklace. Its scale shaped. On one half it is a ruby carved in half that meets a beautiful black gemstone. I told my friend not to worry.

Last night was nice- I dont get to see sister that often anymore though last night we caught up and were up to our old games again- But we couldn't skydance. I wish we could've- it was always my favorite game...

Until my next writing,

- The fallen god