Who says that a deities wish cannot come true dear brother?

Today begins anew but unlike the ones before, today is indeed something special. I can sense an overflow of magical energey coming from the crimson egg itself, or from within itself? There is something strange about today, the world is quite. Not in a bad way but in an unsettling way, this world remains quite.

Me and my brother have stayed on Fraiegronda's peak since sister gave the guardian her gifts and Arthadregon has come too visit every three suns as to check on the flourishing plantlife whilst brother cares for Mortility. He draws beutifull pieces in his diary- they remined me of his personal room almost- how his ivory and gold incrested walls were covered in portraits and paintings of all who lived in the heavens. How the three of us would gather there in our safe space drawing and painting away all our worries and fears for the unseen futures ahead. How he'd paint the most mind boggling creature's from a stroke of his paint brush.. !!! Now that I think about it- My sisters creations look very similar to our Brother's paintings back in heavens! The dragons are those serpentine monsters that dance wildy in his art with there wings and claws out streched- fearsome jaws and bodies covered with painted raindrops. How the griffens and kirins all look similer to his unfinished paintings that stewed in mystery- the griffens wings of brown, cream and black feathers I once admired on the canvas alone, its powerful hindlegs covered in golden fur with holding beastly markings close to its hide, sharp talons and strong forelegs to carry any creature away and a sharp golden beak- its eyes shimmer like fire as they overlook all that it sees. Kirins that run wildly across flatlands in herds of thousands- Their twisting horn curls in strange ways- much different than the horns the dragons bare- there hooves stomp the ground with grace as their backs glimmer like a dragons scales as there colorful manes become nothing more then whisps of colour. Hide of bronze, gold, silver, ivory and crimson make these herds a beauty of the dozens. Unicorns and Pegasi, Hypogrif's and Forest Sprites- All these creatures I've seen long before we even fell from the heavens but only in the form of a simple canvas.

Was this her grand plan? To bring life to our Brother's creations? Has he not noticed?...

I sit here with them now but they can never know- The alter forbids that they remember my name. She forbids that they speak it and so they will not. Its so lonely to be with the ones you care for the most and yet they cannot even recognized your presence anymore... But today written in my quils ink I make a promise that is stronger then any devine magic- a promise that will rival the chain links of time- I will break this crused spell. If it means to see my dear sister and brother then I will at any cost. No price is greater then the chance to be reunited with my brother and sister- truly reunited- I refused to be forgotton by them... Please my dearest siblings; Remember me..

There is a surge of magic that continues to grow chaotically- Its faint but I can sense it, and far beyond the hills that surround this peak this magic festers. It grows stronger with every heartbeat. If I can sense it then he does to, right? I cannot tell based on his skeletal face- Seems like only he will know his own thoughts.

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A shadow appears over yonder where the sky meets the sea.

Quicker still it gathers with chaotic magic still,

and running ever more like the beast amoung the hills.

With twisting shades and many eyes,

as body of shadow tounches the skies.

The earth below trembles as the world stays silent,

yet these creatures bring no harm but grace one they meet our eyes.

I.. I guess im lonesome, no one will see my work so why should I write it still? Yet my work remains of my heart and it will beat forevermore.

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Sister has arrived and with hundreds of thousands of creations by her side. Her body wraped in silken cloth rimmed with golden tassels, around her wings is wrap a golden chain generously decorated with emeralds and moonstones. Her rose-golden eyes are that of joy as she embraces our brother tight but once she glisps his falling feathers her eye pool in sadness and swift they glow with anger but when they meet face to face her eyes speak of great joy. As they share words of encouragement and gratitude its Fraiegronda that makes the frist move.

"Mother Goddess, why did you bring everyone here?" The guardian asks as she stands before the young goddess. "Just wait please" She asked the guardian.

When the sun was setting and moon raising a crack was heard by all that surrounded the valcanic peak. Murmers began to spread far and wide. Then came another crack!

Everyone frightened yet the goddess spilling with joy. The six dragons circled around the valcanic mouth watching the seventh with curious eyes as the egg itself began wriggle and crack within the sevenths embrace, she awoke with a startle as the crack grew louder- worried she climbed the mountains lip and rushed Mortility to its nest as its shell glowed brighter and brighter until its glow became white. With a cry she stumbled lossing her grip and Mortility flew- landing in its nest and sizzling the ground as the crack on its shell grew longer and longer before splitting in half, erupting into a blaze of white fire that engulfed the nest whole. Silence filled the air as everybody watched the white flame die down to a bed of ash and single small copy of its caretaker. Sister and I walked closer for a better veiw and she knelt down to pick the creature up- It was a dragon so small that it fit perfectly in her hands as she carried it away to Frieagronda.

"Mortility's birth its why we came today my dear friend" She told the dragon, placing Mortility in its mothers embrace, "Birth?" Fraiegronda asked. "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 explained jumping with glee but her expression quickly twisted with uncertainty. "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.

Stepping to the volcanos edge she hooked her tail into the blackened stone "I am truly honoured my Goddess and my gratitude shows no bounds-" Sister held her hand, "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" She gestured to him as he sat silently atop a boulder. The dragon walked up to him, huggng him tight "Thank you" When she pulled back tears brimmed her eyes and the young god wiped them away "Your isolation was my responsibility and I only hope these eases your pain"

Fraiegronda took Mortility to the valcanos edge and jumped off into slumber, embracing her child tightly as the lava licked her crown but tonight she sleeps peacefully and so the world around falls back into a slumber once the murmurs quieted down. Tonight the three of us are united to watchover all that sleep. Even Monadrogno knows that he can rest peacefully tonight without need to watch the sleeping skies. I will take every moment of this night in because this peace may never last.

I wonder what our dear eldest sister is up to? It may be good but it may turn horrid. I cannot protect them yet, but I need to protect...

-The forgotton deity