But many do not actually KNOW me. Ye do not know where I came from and what I am about. So I believe it is time I finally told ye. Told ye of those that brought me into this world, those that taught me the ways of Dragon and Secian, those who gave up their lives protecting our way of living.
I was brought into this world by Imperial Emerald, Xiou�a, and a Great Gold of whose name I cannot remember. I was their second and last daughter, their first being Illyan, of whom I was very close. I can still see the smile that permeated on my father�s face, as he had smiled at me like that many times, as he gave me my name, Nyoko.
Now we lived in a place far to the north of the Spur, a valley nestled in between two mountains, of which Xiou�a and the Gold ruled wisely. There were many of us, ranging in all colors, from the mighty White, Ullic�a, to the wise Bronze, Marina�a. We studied the ancient ways and histories, keeping alive the stories that those before us told of events in the outside world, and of Dragonkynd itself. With the company of the Lil Friends, the Secians, it was a time of great happiness. There was a Balance there that the outside world had not obtained, a knowledge of both Chaos and Order, that we held with each breath.
There were many stories told of a power of Chaos, that had arisen many a hundred years before, when most of the dragons I had known throughout my life were still Drakes, that threatened our way of life and that of the outside world. It was told that those that were our kyn banished this Chaos and placed a barrier so it could never return. It was suggested though that this evil might return. Soon that story passed into legend, then myth, and finally just a story told to the young of both Dragonkynd and Seciankynd. So, like all of those of my age at the time, I dismissed it thinking such a thing would never happen again. And that, I believe, the ignorance of the young, which proved to be our downfall.
Many a merchant, one at a time, and once a month (we did keep our guards up when it came to mortals), visited our valley, bringing us their wares and their news of our kyn of the outside world from a mortal�s point of view. There was one though, that came near the end, that we had not seen before and who carried a sense of wrongness about him. Now being dragons, we gained our claws when we go through the Change therefore we never saw the use of weapons. And here this merchant came, weapons as his wares. Mostly all my kyn scoffed at it�s wares and drove it away, but I was curious.
I can�t remember much of that night, except for Dragon and Secian screaming and fire raging. I learned later that the Dragons and Secians were destroyed. Betrayed by one of their own. And I was that one. The Dragons would never attack one of their own daughters and thus were cut down. The Chaos that had destroyed us before had planted itself in my heart, brought by the merchant who was in its service. It had vowed revenge against those that banished it and it got it, by destroying its enemies and taking control of not one, but two of their daughters. When I had actually awoke I found myself in its lair, the screams of my sister ringing in my ears. They were days of torture and pain, mine being different from that of my sister�s. Mine was the pain of having to watch and being able to do nothing. It was then that I was given the name of which everyone knows me, Faranth.
I don�t know if I escaped or was let go, but soon after I found myself wandering the world, becoming known in the arts of weaponry and mortals, until I came here to the Spur, where I have now met my Bond and soar the skies on Platinum wings. I return to my home sometimes, and help in the rebuilding, but I do not think I shall ever return to live. My home is here now, and it is here I shall stay.
