The Dragon

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Years ago 

The priest studied the small child, her small wings flapped as it watched the old dragon curiously. The priest was waiting for a vision. The one that would allow this child a name. The small female dragon squirmed in his arms. 

"Priest Talib, it has been three days." The child's mother pleaded, "Please, let me see my child." She asked him quietly. 

"You know the tradition, you know how this works." Talib snapped back, the mother frowned. 

"Please." She said, it was almost a whisper. 

"Mo, we will not break tradition for a late naming, my vision will come soon." He sighed. The baby made a small squeak, as if in protest. Her mother hesitated for a moment, but left the small temple. The Dragon Priest sighed again, few children have never been named, they were exiled, but he refused to let another child die in the harsh jungle. So there he was, pacing around a temple with a nameless baby. He wouldn't let her die, even if it meant sacrificing his position as High Priest. He was looking through the runes carved into the walls of a temple, trying to find a solution. 

He looked across the temple to the crumbling alter, it was covered in ancient runes. They intrigued Talib, there were many prophecies that had been forgotten. He cleared away some of the moss and vines to read the ancient script, it was a prophecy, as he thought. But there was a name that stuck out. He looked back to the child, it's violet eyes seemed to be glowing in the dappled light. She giggled at a blue butterfly that landed on her head. Talib picked up the child, she smiled brightly at him, laughing joyfully at the priest. And he smiled back. 

"Izala." Talib said quietly. "Welcome to our family, Izala." He touched his brow the the child's, she stilled, seeming to understand the gesture. "Izala, to save." He thought. She laughed brightly, her violet eyes shining ever so brightly. He laughed with her quietly. As their village finally had it's savior.






Author's note: Izala belongs to me, as I'm starting with my characters

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