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username; SunlightSong
name; Spakelv'to see clearly'
an [ancestor] of the word dragonpersonality;
Even for their contemporaries, Spak nickname; strong (apparently)
is naturally daring. i won't take things sitting down.
They are sparky, bright, and completely out of control. that was probably a compliment.
...or at least, that's probably what you'd hear about me.
But then minds, in general, are tough to work with.
That's why we will go about this differently,
and weave this through objective retelling of various events.
I love stories.
allow me to collect my thoughts before i begin
origins, sort of.
This isn't as much a backstory as it is what I consider my 'beginning': the beginning of me, as I am. Yeah, I think about myself a lot, but not in conceit. More like, a case study.
"Do you feel cold?"
It was a strange question to ask a fire forgeling, but the answer came just as strange.
"You can say that," The creature managed, as it blew itself a ball of bright red fire, which blazed in the air and faded. "It's cold flame."
Take that as you will.
The bipedal creature was huddled up in itself, its cool teal feathering set ablaze with its bright red wings and scarf. Its eyes were, as of yet, closed, as if in concentration.
"It seems warm enough-"
That made me laugh for the first time in a while. And that is all. I like keeping things short and sweet.
Keep in mind, however, that this story is translated: first from reality, then to memory, then to this: a story in this language.
extreme situations, in a way.
An extreme situation, to me, is a moment when all options look irredeemably bad. I've only been in such a position during a card game once. I've always had horrible luck with cards.
"I'm not doing it."
Clearly, this forgeling was afraid, looking into the Ultimate Vortex of Void which was that realm's bottomless pit. Fortunately for them, however, they were alone. Being alone is a condition they found themselves in quite often.
"Nope."
Bottomless pits, in certain realms, are shortcuts through spacetime. Wormholes. They exist outside of time and space, so travel does not take up any time at all. And while they were generally painless and convenient, no one had yet been able to predict their exact outcome. Unfortunately, this forgeling was a bit of a control freak, considering how tight their scarf is wrapped around a nearby rock formation.
"Just jump!"
A voice from the pit. Cannot be trusted. Definitely not. Well, it was sucked away into oblivion now.
"You know what? I'll just fly there."
But it was urgent. The forgeling had to offer aid AT ONCE. This is the only option. Jump into it as many times as it takes. And this is their first jump. They were taking too long.
"Come on, Spak, even the time-slowing effect of the vortex won't help if you don't jump in."
Oh yes, that time-slowing effect.
"Spak!"
Has just. let. go.
That was the first time I had ever been that scared and strangely enough, I had fun. Being afraid made me feel like... I had something to fight for, I suppose.
Currently, I'm a frequent flyer in the wormholes. Most others think it's crazy, but, well, maybe it is. I think I'm gaining headway in predicting its patterns though. Or maybe I've just stopped caring.
Oh, and one more thing: don't take everything I say too seriously.
Wish you won't need luck!
