If Viggo, You Go

My Accidental Dragon

After a rough day I went back to my apartment and drank the entire alcohol shelf dry and headed to bed not even eating dinner, I plopped down onto the soft bed and said:

"screw office work"

Closing my eyes I drift into a peaceful slumber, who am I kidding I looked like a hot mess I didn't wash off my makeup, change my clothing, didn't have a shower, I'm going to have the worst hangover ever when I get up.

In dream land I was having a conversation with a strange looking male taking in his features I ignore most of the conversation, the man has snow white hair, blue eyes and is wearing a white tuxedo snapping backing into the conversation he asks me "I offer you a gift, what would you like?"

I of course answer with what any normal person would want "A dragon!" he just gave me a blank look as if saying are you serious woman.

"That's not realistic, try something more realistic" he asked me with hopeful expecting eyes.

"Fine, I want a billionaire faithful loving boyfriend then." I ask with no relationship experience, I might be twenty-five, but I've never been in a relationship which might just be for the better, the man look's stunned and as if he wants to say something but can't as I wake up.

I wake up, it's still dark I check my phone to see the time '3:00 am' it tastes like a cat used my mouth as a litter tray 'I need water' I walk to the bathroom with my head pounding, I get up out of bed and walk to the kitchen I see a faint glow of blue emanating from the corner of my room, I realise it's coming from my dirty cloths basket. As I walk towards it I feel a vibration from within as I get closer to the object upon closer inspection I realise it's an giant scaly egg, I feel a maternal urge to embrace it as I do I get more and more confused as to what it is and why I'm doing this I've never seen this thing in my life however I don't know if I could live without it, I panic as the egg cracks setting down the egg now fully over my hangover I sit and wait for it to finish. I grew bored, but I soon found a manual about how to take are of your dragon, it seems important, so I'll read it.

After about an hour I have read the entire book and I now know why I felt so motherly over it early baby dragons and eggs release a pheromone that make's creatures near it motherly or fatherly at least I think this is an dragon egg and if it is I've gotten every thing ready water I may or may not have slightly drank, milk , blankets, in my case some ice cubes and small chunks of meat for my scaly friend I just need to make sure I'm here when they hatch, there's nothing the great and powerful Fay can't do other then get a relationsh-

*Small screech*

I look over and the egg has finally hatched and luckily for me I was the first thing they've seen so in other words it thinks I'm it's mum, so I get the bottle ready because when I was reading the book, I found out that dragons are kind of like a platypus , the little dragon waddles over to me clumsily and starts drinking the milk letting me find out there gender.

It's a boy "I'm going to call you Atlas" I cheerfully say getting a happy squawk from Atlas causing me to giggle and him to try and replicate me in doing so he's like my son now and since he's the size of my phone right now I'll be able to take him to work sure Kris aka special K might be noisy when Atlas makes noise but nobody really listens to him excluding his Fanclub but they don't even work there so it's not going to cause drama.

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This is my cat"Zaatar"

Zaatar died because of the war here, and I couldn't even help him because everything is scarce, even medical care for animals. I lost my dearest possession and my closest friend. I don't want to lose anyone else.

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I am livid with the way that people will only care about some thing if it's popular.

I am livid with the way the horrors people live with are only ever given 24 hours of attention before the next thing trends.

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Their homes look like the buildings you see in dystopian movies...

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I see humans but I don't fucking see humanity

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"She Who Last Saw The Stars

"She who first saw the stars"

The main and only actual goddess in my dnd.

Backstory:

Long ago before time, before the stars even existed two races existed in the never ending abyss, one who only ever knew peace and magic and the other swallowed in hate, the Corrupts as they are now known as wanted to be the only one and so they devised a plan. The corrupts would kill their other half, the Jxulx (translates to peace) had not been prepared and where almost instantly wiped out in the first wave, only few still stood and even less had been unharmed. The peace they once had was shattered, the once quite abyss was now filled with the wails of destroyed family's and the crunching of broken bodies, the once happy and joyful home of the Jxulx was smeared in their blood.

The Jxulx gathered anything that they could use as a weapon and tried to rebel against the Corrupts, the Jxulx now blinded by rage and sorrow for their dead, went to attack the Corrupts but it went horribly, they had only been able to take down a few of the Corrupts (The corrupts took up a tradition of killing the weak among them so there was only a few of them that was left.) as they had expected this and stood ready, annihilating the Jxulx, only one had been left standing, scared and traumatised she stood in the flames of her dead in, her mind raced with what she had just witnessed, her life flashed before her, looking, searching for something to save her and only one thing stood out, a taboo ritual, she gathered her remaining strength and let the chant spew out her mouth as she made her kins bones into a staff, she held the staff above her head and start to desperately scream the chant, the Corrupts had laughed at first before they screamed.

She turned the dead bodies of her kin into what we now know as stars, the light was blinding and it burned the Corrupts, seven of them lashed out and attempted to attack her but the heat of the stars only grew, the seven Corrupts slashed and clawed at her but it was no use as she kept dodging and running, they chased her all across the universe till the had ended up in an area far from the stars and other Corrupts, the last Jxulx desperately did all she could and came out victorious in the process she had gouged ones eye out and turned it into the sun and had made the other planets on accident (she pointed the staff in the wrong direction). Once the battle was done she looked at all the stars and was horrified to see, she was the last of her kind, she may have pushed the remaining Corrupts back but at what cost?

She spent many cycles regaining her strength and looked at the 7 Corrupts bodies that she had clumped into a ball, out of sheer loneliness she took her staff once again and purified the corpses as best as she could, she turned their bones into the stone of the Earth, their flesh the ground and their blood into water, she made creatures out of the things she use to draw as a child and soon this new home of hers became liveable.

The air was sweet and there was no longer the deafening silence... but she was still lonely, she had no one to talk to, no one to share her home with and so she slumped back into her depression, the creatures she created grew more and more concerned about her as the days went by, eventually one of the creatures she had named birds came to her carrying her staff of bones, once again did her eyes have that bright sheen that they missed, the woman picked up her staff for the very last time and created the races, elves came first, she had made them look as close to her people whilst still letting them be different in their own ways, she had created sea elves, light elves, wood elves (multiple sub-types of wood elves) and dark elves, she had created the other races after that over the time-span of many days - filling the world with unique individuals sadly this came at a cost, taking lives was easy but making them meant she had to sacrifice pieces of her own soul to make them but she could careless she had filled the world and her creations loved her, they knew her as the Mother, eventually she became to weak to continue to exist and so she had 'passed away' (she didn't actually she only fell into a coma under the Earth), her children mourned her but life carried on, they built civilisations, made bibles that got muddled and caught in mistranslation over time.

Eventually over time the Corrupts baneful energy risen once more, creating monsters out of her sweet creatures and children, this is why the guilds where made, too keep her hard work forever safe, so that she may live in our hearts forever more.

(I wrote this very, very late, no caffeine at all and I will not bother to edit it, get out of my cooch)

(https://meiker.io/play/15623/online.html this is what I used to make her)

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