1 Birth

Part 1: Deascension

"Come on, little one," I heard a distorted voice say, "just a little bit more." I pushed hard against the shell of my egg until eventually.

Crack.

I tumbled out, opening my eyes for the first time. All I saw was a blur, I could not smell, and my ears rang.

"Hello there, little Drydra," one of them said to me; I was barely able to make out the voice.

"It is so good that you were able to have more children," one of those next to her said.

"Yes," she said back to them, "though not all of them hatched, I am grateful for those that did." I looked around and faintly saw fuming pools of acid around me. "Come on now," she said to us, bringing her head down. I struggled to get up, it was difficult to lift my body with four weak legs, but in time, I succeeded and raised my body above the ground.

I swivelled my neck to look at my body, it was a lighter shade of emerald green than the other Dragons around me. I saw that I had four legs, a neck, two wings and a tail; somehow, I knew my body was made up of vines with solar lines running along them. I had grown used to the feeling of living I could properly hear, see and smell. It was a feeling that felt both strange and wondrous at the same time; I breathed in, expanding my chest and de-expanding it. I thought it best that I follow the others. There was nothing else I could do besides that.

I joined my brothers and sisters and followed my mother to what I presumed to be our home. A large dome of interwoven vines in a vast green plain with giant trees in the distance. She unfolded her wing towards the entrance.

"Come in, little ones and get comfortable," we did as she asked and entered, laying down on mounds of soft vines. She peered her head into the entrance it taking up the entire doorway.

"Wait here, I am going to get another to join us." With that, she left us alone and we sat in silence; I tried to speak like my mother, but I just could not get the words out. I could hear my siblings doing the same as a garbled wave of noises chased our mother.

"Since it will take a few minutes for their cores to normalise, they will not be able to speak, so you can ask the questions," I heard our mother's voice say. The dome grew, and my mother was followed by a different Dragon.

This one had bark skin with large plates over his body; he had a broad chest and arms like tree trunks so large that his fists hit the ground when he stood. His face was flatter than ours with small teeth and atop his head small mushrooms for horns; I saw his legs were tiny compared to his arms; they only suitable for supporting his body, so he walked using his arms. When he passed, I saw he had a thick tail tipped with a jagged mace of bark.

"Children," he nodded before sitting behind us.

"Now my children, Baragon," she said, "listen well, for I am about to tell you how this world and our great race were created."

We all stared at her with shocked looks, we had literally just been born, and now she was going to tell us how our world and we were created. I began to doubt that I could handle the information. I heard several of my siblings unleash garbled cries in protest. "Well, at the beginning of time and space, there was nothing but the Dragon god of Dragons, Ominomgon, who then created Eldragoon, the Dragon god of the elements. Now, which would you like to know first it is alright we will get to the other in time.

"Mother," one of my brothers who learned to speak faster than the rest of us asked, "what are these elements."

"Well, now pay attention because I am not saying this twice. Every Dragon belongs to an elemental kingdom which determines its environment, mannerisms and magic. Some even have Dragons unique to their region." I saw her breathe in, "first, there is the earth element. Dragons of this kingdom are Geomancers shapers of the very ground we stand upon. Their kingdom is a barren land of deserts and mountains. As for earth Dragons themselves, they have the most defence and strength of all the kingdoms with a will as hard as their element. They are also the heaviest and absolutely detest flying preferring to use it to attack and burrow instead for travel. Why there are no earth Wing-Wyverns for that very reason..."

"I asked about the elements, not the Dragons," he interrupted.

"You may have," she answered, "but I am still going to tell about them regardless."

"Next are the air Dragons, born Aeromancers, unlike the earth kingdom, their region has but a thin layer of ground. The rest is open air. As there are the antithesis of earth, they despise walking, and all air Dragons can fly even if they have no wings. Unlike the earth kingdom, there are no Arm-Wyverns, and they may be the fastest and lightest, but they are the weakest in defence. As for personality, they have the freest spirits of us all.

From ground to sky, to below, water Dragons are Aquamancers shapers of the great blue. All Dragons can fly, but they fly through the vast waters of their region."

"I think we can picture the regions from the element, mother," one of my sisters said.

"They are the calmest Dragons, but that state of mind is shattered when they walk on land. Something you all will see if I keep getting interrupted," her head lowering in response. The ones sharing their kingdom are the ice Dragons, them being Cryomancers, even without magic, they emit a cold aura that freezes the land around them." She stopped for a moment to see that several of us were listening, and she smiled at the sight, but that changed when she saw one who was not, her head between her arms.

"Why even tell us this? It is not like we will go there," my mother let out a low snarl, and vines burst from the ground to bring her to attention.

"The talk is tradition," she said, "once we are finished, then you are free to train." She continued as if the scolding never occurred, "if you can see the pattern, I am now going to talk about fire Dragons. They are Pyromancers, and where the ice Dragons are emotionally cold, they are full of rage and passion."

I was wildly interested in what my mother was saying and glad I could withstand the knowledge. However, I saw my brothers and sisters looked had laid their heads down on the soft ground though I could still see that they were listening.

"Mystic and mechanical, if you can even call those elements." She said bluntly, not going into any detail. "I can feel that you are bored, but there are only two left to go through," she said in a slightly irritating tone. "Now, the next element is undead. These Dragons are Necromancers. They are the most varied in personality, either being good-natured or apathetic. If not, they are some of the most sadistic Dragons in this world, something no sense of feel does not justify. And finally, there is our element. Plant. We are Biomancers controlling plant life, such as vines and bark. We can also harness the great fire's power to blast out solar rays; we can produce acid and poison. We can even heal others, along with our bodies regenerating naturally with little elemental energy cost. Lastly, we care for life and do what we can to protect it. I then asked my mother a question.

"Who are Ominomgon and Eldragoon?"

"Good question, now you see Ominomgon is the manifestation of all the Dragons into a single Dragon. He can access the heads of the Dragon Lords who are the rulers of each kingdom along with shapeshifting into any form. He also has the strength and speed of all Dragons within himself, all from the past, present and future. When we die, he reincarnates us; he is responsible for our survival and growth as a race. Only a set number of us can exist. That number grows with his power level," she hung her head down, "the reason why some of your siblings could not be born is that at that time, there were no wiped souls to take their bodies, so they had to be destroyed. If only we all fought," she finished under her breath.

"Eldragoon may be his child, but both are the strongest beings to ever exist. She is the manifestation of every element, so can use them all. She is why we can use elemental energy, so is responsible for holding off its dilution. She gifted the first Dragon eggs created by her father with an element. Without either, our kind would not exist. Ominomgon birthed the first eggs, but inside, they squirmed in a mindless rage and slammed against their shells. So Eldragoon granted them magic with the energy changing their bodies and granting them will.

These became the seven Primordials, the strongest Dragons besides the gods to ever exist. They are Geordial, Aerordial, Pyrordial, Aqaurdial, Cryordial Biordial, and Necrordial. They terra-formed this world, and their children, the First-born each having one element from their parent, populated the planet.

"Should there not be nine Primordials mother?" One of my sisters asked, "one for each element."

"There are, but their names do not deserve to be mentioned," her voice becoming darker.

"Now, over time, our kind evolved into many different species," she said, her becoming far brighter. "Our species is called the Primordagons," she said, placing a claw on her chest and standing proud. We are the strongest species as we have the same body structure as the Primordials and are closest to their bloodline. We are of the first and strongest generation along with Drakes and Wyverns, though since we came first, we are the strongest with them coming from us.

"What about me," I heard Baragon ask.

"Ah now, you are of the second generation, slightly weaker than the first but very strong regardless. Each generation is split into classes; for the first, there are the Dracals with our species, Wyverns and Drakes. The second is yours: the Uniqicals followed by the Dinocals and Mythicals. Lastly, there is the third generation: the newest and containing the Anicals and Insecalls. I know this information will grant you no advantage in life, but that does not mean that it is unnecessary. We are not the only Dragons, and though you. May never travel to the other regions; you should still know of them and their ways." She stopped for a moment, "but if you wish to, do not go to the fire or ice kingdoms. Our elements do not mix, shame with all Pryordial has done for us. He created the life-giving light that eternally shines above us. Without it, our region would be far different than it is now. We may be a powerful race, but that does not mean we can not care for each other. We could imprint this information upon you at birth, but that robs the connection. I still remember when my mother gave me the lore talk," her voice becoming near-silent, "as for magic," she said, changing the subject. "Each and every Dragon has a core, each having a different shape depending on the element of the Dragon. When Eldragoon granted an element to each of the Primordial eggs all those millions of years ago, that energy compounded into their cores. Cores are our true forms; they house our memories, magic, genetic information; everything about us. We are elemental energy given form." She leaned in closer to us, "no matter how stronger another is than you never show them your core. As for how to use magic," she said, looking up at Baragon him smiling back when we turned our heads to him. "Children, I have told you all about us and how this world came to be, but little about its history, this will not take long. Once there was peace, somewhat. All Dragons have a love for battle, and so we fought each other with no ill intent towards each other. The Anicals and Insecalls may have been oppressed, but we only wanted to make them stronger. There were other threats, but we drove them off this world. Then one day, they came. They had no core, no scales, no wings, no claws, they were naked weak, pale abominations," she snarled, "and they slaughtered us using our own bodies to make themselves stronger. They brought mindless Monsters and drove this world into an era of pure war, the Mortal Wars, as we called them due to their frail mortality. I was there. But one day, our world changed to this," she said, lowering our home and revealing a massive wall made of plant matter. "That is the World-wall, and beyond it. The Elemontols, elemental beings with no core," and every one hundred years, the World-wall opens. We fight until they were whisked away like the cowards they are. But their crimes are nothing compared to the No-scales. So now you must unlock your magic and do your duty for our race. Baragon walked ahead and faced us.

"Do not worry, your mother is strong; she will protect all of you," he said.

"I have no intention of dying," she said, nudging us with her lower jaw.

"After this battle, I will devote all my time towards you all." I heard

Baragon pound his fists together, "come, enough talk, it is time for fighting," he said, "come now, little ones let us see what you can do."