.:Summoner's Name:.
Horneddragon
.:Ancient's 'True' Name:.
Rhiannon
.:Gender:.
Male
Horneddragon
.:Ancient's 'True' Name:.
Rhiannon
.:Gender:.
Male
The Ancient Without A Name
By: Jendalie
It’s around this time of the year that the people of Eldemore prepare for the coming Harvest and cool seasons. It is a time of remembrance and celebration. It is the night of Samhain!
On this night the veil between our world and the land of the dead is very thin. This is the ancient of bonfires and celebration. It is he who guards this doorway and protects unsuspecting travelers from dark spirits roaming the land. He and his Fire Raven Rune helpers, travel all over the land in one night to ignite the lights of Eldemore. This magical flame is said to ward of the evil and dark spirits roaming the night. Oddly enough, this Ancient has no name, simply because none was ever given to him.
You are traveling to visit your home town for the Samhain celebration. You have only a single lantern to guide your way. Several times you notice a Fire Raven Rune zipping across a field or above you, a large translucent fiery leaf always close behind it. While you are nervous and ready to be home, whenever you sight one of them you feel safe and calm. But after they pass by you are suddenly filled with fear and dread. Pulling your light coat closer you take a deep breath and glance around. All you see is darkness and the dim forms of landscape as the moon dully shines overhead. You motion for you horse to quicken its pace and decide keep looking straight ahead.
Sometime later you notice lights in the distance. It is your home town! You sigh with relief at the sight of the large bonfire at the center of the town. You can make out the towns people, gathered around and celebrating with food and drink. But something is wrong. Your horse is nervous and starts to shake its head and pick up speed. You try to regain control when it suddenly rears up and throws you off! Stunned and bruised, but not badly injured, you lay on the ground trying to catch your breath. Slowly sitting up you can make out your horse running full gallop toward town. You curse and slowly stand, making sure you are ok. Your lantern is miraculously still light, albeit slightly cracked. Picking it up you gather yourself to begin walking to town.
Suddenly your blood runs cold. You feel it before you see or hear it. A dark mass, void of shape, stands a mere few feet from your left. Terrified, you freeze and try to not make any sudden movements. Is this a dark spirit? A low growl begins to emanate from it. You can’t even scream you’re so frightened. What do you do? How do you defend yourself from something like this? It slowly begins to come closer to you and instinct takes over. You start to run as fast as your legs will carry you. Glancing back you are shocked to see it directly behind you and gaining speed. You snap your head back around and push yourself as hard as you can, grateful that there is an empty field between yourself and the Town and not a patch of woods. The air around you smells rank and you feel like gagging.
Without warning your lantern suddenly explodes with a blinding light. Dropping it in surprise you trip and fall to the ground, rolling a few feet from it. The dark mass shrieks in pain as a loud ‘crack’ echoes through the field. The lantern dims slightly and all is quiet.
Confused and scared you quickly jump up and look around. You see nothing, the dark spirit is gone. The field slowly becomes brighter as a large bright dragon lands in front of you. Stunned, you can only stare in silence. It speaks, ‘Are you hurt child? That evil spirit could have done much damage to you.’ Finding your voice you quietly answer, ‘I-I’m fine, I think.’ The dragon nods and comes closer to you. You’re surprised to find that you are not frightened by the creature. His warm eyes are comforting and inviting as he speaks to you again. ‘You are not frightened by me? Most would flee from me just as fast as they would flee from a dark spirit.’ He tilts his head examining you as you answer, ‘No. You saved me!’ You think a bit as he watches you and ask, ‘What is your name?’ He answers, ‘I am simply the Ancient of Samhain. I do not possess a name; human who is not afraid.’ You furrow your brow and exclaim, ‘But everything has a name!’ The ancient smiles and replies, ‘But I do not. It’s just simply the way it is.’ You cross your arms and challenge his words, ‘And if I gave you a name?’ He laughs in response, ‘Then I would have one. What a silly question.’ Frustrated, you mumble, ‘But you just said…you’re very strange.’ He nods, ‘Sometimes.’
After some silence he looks you in the eye and speaks, ‘No one has ever given me a name. Names have power. If anyone were to give me my name then they would be bound to me and I to them.’ You stare back and understand. You think for a few minutes, his flame cracking and whooshing with the night wind. You then walk up to him and whisper something in his ear. Backing away you watch him with anticipation. He seems in deep thought and then smiles, ‘Ahh. That is a wonderful name!’
On this night the veil between our world and the land of the dead is very thin. This is the ancient of bonfires and celebration. It is he who guards this doorway and protects unsuspecting travelers from dark spirits roaming the land. He and his Fire Raven Rune helpers, travel all over the land in one night to ignite the lights of Eldemore. This magical flame is said to ward of the evil and dark spirits roaming the night. Oddly enough, this Ancient has no name, simply because none was ever given to him.
You are traveling to visit your home town for the Samhain celebration. You have only a single lantern to guide your way. Several times you notice a Fire Raven Rune zipping across a field or above you, a large translucent fiery leaf always close behind it. While you are nervous and ready to be home, whenever you sight one of them you feel safe and calm. But after they pass by you are suddenly filled with fear and dread. Pulling your light coat closer you take a deep breath and glance around. All you see is darkness and the dim forms of landscape as the moon dully shines overhead. You motion for you horse to quicken its pace and decide keep looking straight ahead.
Sometime later you notice lights in the distance. It is your home town! You sigh with relief at the sight of the large bonfire at the center of the town. You can make out the towns people, gathered around and celebrating with food and drink. But something is wrong. Your horse is nervous and starts to shake its head and pick up speed. You try to regain control when it suddenly rears up and throws you off! Stunned and bruised, but not badly injured, you lay on the ground trying to catch your breath. Slowly sitting up you can make out your horse running full gallop toward town. You curse and slowly stand, making sure you are ok. Your lantern is miraculously still light, albeit slightly cracked. Picking it up you gather yourself to begin walking to town.
Suddenly your blood runs cold. You feel it before you see or hear it. A dark mass, void of shape, stands a mere few feet from your left. Terrified, you freeze and try to not make any sudden movements. Is this a dark spirit? A low growl begins to emanate from it. You can’t even scream you’re so frightened. What do you do? How do you defend yourself from something like this? It slowly begins to come closer to you and instinct takes over. You start to run as fast as your legs will carry you. Glancing back you are shocked to see it directly behind you and gaining speed. You snap your head back around and push yourself as hard as you can, grateful that there is an empty field between yourself and the Town and not a patch of woods. The air around you smells rank and you feel like gagging.
Without warning your lantern suddenly explodes with a blinding light. Dropping it in surprise you trip and fall to the ground, rolling a few feet from it. The dark mass shrieks in pain as a loud ‘crack’ echoes through the field. The lantern dims slightly and all is quiet.
Confused and scared you quickly jump up and look around. You see nothing, the dark spirit is gone. The field slowly becomes brighter as a large bright dragon lands in front of you. Stunned, you can only stare in silence. It speaks, ‘Are you hurt child? That evil spirit could have done much damage to you.’ Finding your voice you quietly answer, ‘I-I’m fine, I think.’ The dragon nods and comes closer to you. You’re surprised to find that you are not frightened by the creature. His warm eyes are comforting and inviting as he speaks to you again. ‘You are not frightened by me? Most would flee from me just as fast as they would flee from a dark spirit.’ He tilts his head examining you as you answer, ‘No. You saved me!’ You think a bit as he watches you and ask, ‘What is your name?’ He answers, ‘I am simply the Ancient of Samhain. I do not possess a name; human who is not afraid.’ You furrow your brow and exclaim, ‘But everything has a name!’ The ancient smiles and replies, ‘But I do not. It’s just simply the way it is.’ You cross your arms and challenge his words, ‘And if I gave you a name?’ He laughs in response, ‘Then I would have one. What a silly question.’ Frustrated, you mumble, ‘But you just said…you’re very strange.’ He nods, ‘Sometimes.’
After some silence he looks you in the eye and speaks, ‘No one has ever given me a name. Names have power. If anyone were to give me my name then they would be bound to me and I to them.’ You stare back and understand. You think for a few minutes, his flame cracking and whooshing with the night wind. You then walk up to him and whisper something in his ear. Backing away you watch him with anticipation. He seems in deep thought and then smiles, ‘Ahh. That is a wonderful name!’
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Journal Entry # 26
-The Oddball: While most Ancients seem to be summoned via stone, the Samhain Ancient is without a name. He cannot be summoned. Because of this it seems to be searching for something. Perhaps someone?
-Of the light: It lives in the darkness but brings forth the light. Defending against dark spirits that roam the night of its namesake. Using its powerful flame and Fire Raven helpers, it delivers protection to all in Eldemore. His flames are beautiful to behold. Golden and translucent, these leaves can travel miles to find their destination.
-He gives off an inner light that seems to bring comfort and warmth to all around him.
-His wings are very intricate and stunning. Warm earthy plumage tipped in golden light, detailed spirals and lines create beautiful designs on each feather.
-Because he is only seen one night out of the year little is known about his human form. He seems mature and wise, always cheerful and very protective by nature. He has an odd way of speaking or carrying a conversation sometimes. Most of this stems from the fact that he has not spoken to many over the years of his existence. This doesn't seem to bother him though as he is never lonely in the least.
