Username:
TheHorseWhisperer
Name:
Alcarin
Origin:
Quenya (Elvish)
Meaning:
Glorious
Why I Chose It:
It suits him perfectly. His glowing markings are glorious. It took me a while to find the perfect name. I used a translator to see if 'glow' sounded nice in Greek or Latin, but neither of them fit him well enough. I looked on a name website to see if there were any names that meant 'glow'. There were three, but none of them were right. Then I remembered Nevrast, a Lord of the Rings website with an Elvish dictionary. I decided to look there for a word that meant 'glow'. There were none. But I did find alcarin, which means 'glorious'. It sounded just right for him.
Gender:
Male
Personality:
Alcarin is a quiet, mysterious dragon, somewhat anti-social, and practically nocturnal. He is very secretive and is obsessed with legends and myths, esspecially those concerning dragons or Merlin, the wizard from the legend of King Arthur. When he is not reserved and silent, he is a playful, energetic dragon with an imagination that would knock the socks off of anyone, even if they had never heard of socks before. He is noble and very kind. If he had been a human in medieval times, he would surely be a knight of the Round Table - and the best of them all. He is very courteous and polite, and many female WtDs like him quite a bit. Unfortunately for them, he doesn't seem to have much interest in those sort of things. But... Deep down inside, he knows he is really just waiting for the perfect girl, one like him, who shares his delight in the wonders of the world, who will be quite content to lay quietly on a hillside and watch the aurora borealis in its full splendor without speaking a word, someone who he can share his thoughts and ideas with. Not many of the girls who like him care much for the things that he likes.
Likes:
Alcarin likes many things, but here is a list of some of the things he likes best.
- Legends and myths
- Medieval things
- The aurora borealis
- Mystery
- Stars
- Nebulae
- The moon
- The night sky
- Fairies
- Magic
- His imagination and the things he imagines with it
- Ancient things, esspecially medieval, magical, or mysterious ones
- Forests
- When the sunlight peeks through the leaves of trees in a forest and they make little tiny beams of light
Dislikes:
Most of the things Alcarin dislikes have to do with either daytime or other WtD. Here are some of those things.
- Talkative WtDs who blabber on and on and on endlessly
- WtDs who don't listen to him
- WtDs who think his likes, ideas, thoughts, etc. are stupid or foolish, childish nonsense
- Bright, blinding light
- WtDs who follow him all over the place or are constantly trying to get him to like them
- Spiders
- Demonic or evil things
- Adventure-less days
- Boring stories told by boring WtDs who do boring things all day long every day
- WtDs without a sense of humor
- Extremely social WtDs
Why I Want Alcarin:
There are several reasons for me wanting this gorgeous boy. For one, I don't have a WtD yet. And I have completely fallen in love with his glowing markings. They are very alluring and I just can't resist their call. And, the most important of all, he reminds me of myself. His personality suits his looks, and his personality is quite a bit like mine. I didn't mean to make his personality so much like mine, but it suits him, so I can't change it. It's who he is. And who I am. I am a somewhat anti-social, imaginative girl who loves all things medieval or mysterious. I am absolutely obsessed with mythology and the legends of King Arthur (and the TV show Merlin). I believe in what no one else does - magic, fairies, dragons, unicorns... And other people laugh at that. I like peace and quiet, and people who will be content to listen and not talk on and on and on. I like people who like me for who I am and don't try to change me or laugh at my ideas and beliefs. This is me, this is Alcarin.
Story:
"Violetia, you insulted me not half an hour ago, and now you expect me to love you?" Alcarin cried in despair.
"Oh come, come," Violetia said smoothly. "I didn't mean it. So you can't take a joke, huh?" Alcarin shot a brief look of disappointment at the slender Whiptail Dragon.
"You, Violetia," he began in aggravation. "are insulting my intelligence when you lie like this. Do you really expect me to like you? Just go away, okay?"
"Alcarin," Violetia started. "I really think you're jumping to conclusions. I think you should -"
"Go. Away. Now." Alcarin turned away from the girl and began walking out into the night. The enraged Violetia curled up into a ball and thought and thought and thought. Then an evil grin slipped over her purple, red, and black face.
Alcarin, meanwhile, was wandering around in a forest, his glowing markings dimly lighting the area around him. He stopped to stare out into the darkness that surrounded the thin path. He hesitated a moment, then stepped off the path into the woods, which was a much darker place than the path. He glanced about him as he wandered deeper into the forest, its mystery intriguing him immensely.
"A light? In this dark forest?" he whispered to himself as he spotted a faint, mysterious glow ahead of him. He crept towards it, slow and quiet, wondering what he would come across. He gasped as he suddenly came upon the source of the light. A Whiptail Dragon, with color so white and silver that it made all other whites look black and all other silvers look tarnished, glowing dimly yet brightly. The dragon smiled softly at Alcarin, who was quite astonished.
"Hello, Alcarin," she said in a smooth, soft voice that sounded like satin and silver.
"H-how do you know my name?" Alcarin managed to say.
"I known everyones' names," the lovely dragon continued. "I have always known everyones' names, and always will. I know all the names of everyone in the past, present, and future."
"You, you're immortal?" Alcarin asked after a moment.
"Yes, Alcarin, I am," was the answer he recieved. "I am Athanatos, the Immortal One. Even my name means immortal."
"Who, exactly, are you?" Alcarin inquired after some thought.
"I am the first Whiptail Dragon, and the last," Athanatos replied. "And I have been waiting for you."
"Why?" Alcarin asked. "Why would anyone wait for me?"
"Alcarin, do not underestimate your importance," Athanatos smiled. Her smile faded. "But we have important matters to speak of. Listen carefully and heed my words, Alcarin, for your fate and everyone else's depends on it."
"Why me? I'm nobody. You doubbtlessly know what the other dragons think of me. They laugh, they insult me, they hate me. You should have chosen someone else who is less... Stupid."
"Alcarin." The word cut like a knife of ice through Alcarin's heart. "Alcarin, do not, above all things, underestimate your importance. Why you? Because you are one of the few dragons left that believes the things you do. Because you, Alcarin, are one of the most important dragons that has existed, does exist, or ever will exist. And I did not choose you. You chose yourself."
"I don't understand," Alcarin protested. "How could I choose myself?"
"Your actions have made you the one dragon who can complete the task I will give you," Athanatos explained, her regal voice commanding yet caring. "Will you do what I ask of you?"
"Do I have a choice?" Alcarin said weakly. Athanatos smiled.
"Yes, you do," she told him. "But yet at the same time you do." Alcarin looked up at the dragon in confusion. "I will not try to explain. It would take too long. Now we must turn to the matter at hand, yes?"
"I, I suppose so," Alcarin nodded.
"Good. Now I will tell you everything. There is an ancient prophecy that tells of an evil that seeks to destroy everything good and pure. This evil was defeated by the first mortal Whiptail Dragon. His name was Thnitos, which meant 'mortal'. The evil swore as it died that it would return and take revenge on all Whiptail Dragons. Everyone thought it was just the typical ramblings of a dying creature and that it was dead for good. But they were wrong. The evil returned multiple times, always temporarily defeated by a mortal hero and always promising once again that it would return. The evil took many forms, trying to manipulate and decieve any who opposed it. But the heroes were always there. Iroas, Protathlitis, Aspida, Prostatis, Froura, Ippotis, Vasilias, Polemistis, the evil was no match for them. The heroes always prevailed. Until Adynamia. He was afraid. He refused to fight the evil. It destroyed him even as he fled from it. Since then no 'heroes' have been victorious. Planithike was decieved by the evil's form. Anoitos was a fool and was slain before he knew anything about the evil. Fovismenos was scared of the evil and ran away, never to be seen again." Alcarin shivered.
"And I'm supposed to change this?" he asked shakily.
"The evil will strike again, this time to defeat all, not just the appointed 'hero'," Athanatos told him. "This must not happen." She looked deeply into his eyes. Alcarin shuddered. It was as if they stared into his very soul, those black, wise, ageless eyes... Athanatos suddenly and quickly drew back.
"What is it?" Alcarin asked haltingly, afraid to ask.
"You've met the evil," Athanatos replied quickly. "And it knows who you are. It will take many forms, trying to decieve you, trick you, or even..." Athanatos trailed off, lost in thought.
"Or even what?" Alcarin prodded.
"It may try to take a form to distract you," Athanatos said.
"Distract me? That doesn't sound so bad." Alcarin glanced up at the immortal Whiptail Dragon. "Is it?"
"The evil has never attempted this before. I don't know how successful it could be. I believe it will take a form such as an extremely beautiful dragon and it will try to... Enchant you with its beauty. Or something like that."
"You're all-knowing, aren't you?" Alcarin cried. Athanatos shook her head.
"No, I am not," she admitted. "I may know many things, but the evil is not predictable. It is not something I can know that much about. I cannot tell you what form it will take, or when, or how it will try to defeat you, but I can tell you one thing."
"What?"
"Its name."
"How will that help me?" Alcarin cried in despair.
"I don't know."
"Then why are you telling me?"
"I believe that it can help you in some way. I just don't know how."
"This is a lovely quest. I don't know what the heck I'll be facing, or when, or where, or anything about it at all!" Alcarin grabbed his head in his... Paws, or whatever they are. Athanatos nudged him gently, raising his head.
"Heroes can't be heroes if they know that much about their opponent," Athanatos murmured. "Take this." She pulled a shining amulet over her head and placed it around Athanatos' neck where it shone like a star. "It will help protect you and give you courage."
"Can't you help me more than this?" Alcarin whispered.
"Would you be a hero if I did all the work?" Athanatos asked quietly. Alcarin shook his head.
"But isn't there anything else you can do?"
"No. But the evil's name is Kakia."
"That, that sounds familiar. Doesn't it mean 'wicked'?" Alcarin asked, looking up at the shining dragon in front of him.
"Not only are you brave, but knowledgeable as well," Athanatos smiled. "Indeed it does. For wicked it is. I must go now."
"Wait! Didn't you say I've met the evil before?" Alcarin inquired.
"Yes, yes you have," Athanatos answered. "Why?"
"Can you tell me who or what is was, or what its name was?"
"No, I cannot."
"Why not?"
"I do not know."
"Do you know anything about it?" There was a brief silence.
"It was in the form of a Whiptail Dragon, a female. Be careful who you trust, Alcarin. You never know what form the evil may take. Good luck, and may fate find us together again someday." Athanatos smiled and turned away. It was then that Alcarin noticed her wings. The dragon pushed off of the ground and flew into the sky, disappearing among the stars.
"An evil walks amongst us," Alcarin whispered several moments later. "And it is my destiny to defeat it." He looked up at the stars. "May luck be with all that defy the evil," he whispered, turning to leave the forest.
I hope to continue this story, but I do not have time to write the whole thing tonight, and if he goes to someone else, I will be deprived of the right (and honor) to continue it. I hope to claim the right (and, again, honor) to write as many stories about him as I wish, and to have him as my own.
Poem:
Through shadowed halls of stone,
I walk entirely alone,
Through both shadows and abyss,
My heart beats steadily, not amiss.
As others laugh at my ideals,
Because they don't know how it feels,
I stand tall and walk along,
For I know that they are wrong.
Their laughter fades away,
As I go along my way,
Still walking strong and standing tall,
Not hurt by them at all.
When night comes I still walk along,
Knowing I am where and when I belong,
While others would sleep I continue to walk,
What others would not speak is all that I will talk.
I tread where no other would dare to go,
My footsteps steady as like a stream I flow,
And through shadowed halls of stone,
I walk entirely alone.