Name: Fable Orenson
Dark Shadow

Looks: long dark blood red hair, her ears pierced with an ebony earring. Her eyes are a dark forest green. She wears a black furred vest, with a black furred half jacket, the hood trimmed with white fur. And black gloves with white fur. She wears long black pants and a pair of leather boots, She uses a white furred hooded cloak. She as a black spiked collar with one of her dragon‘s fangs attached to a small string and a belt with pockets. Forest green eyes.
Wears a mask of an ancient dragon, the dark shadow, which was one of the most feared dragons of its time.

Part of a group called the Shadows. They move from place go place, raiding and stealing as they please. She is the leader by birth and knows nothing else other than the Shadows. Her second in command is a shady man named Jorn. No one from her group even knows what she really looks like due to her mask.



“Shadow!” I awoke as my name was called and from the banging on my door. I recognized immediately that it was Jorn, the second in command of my people, The Dark Shadows. Now, you could call us 'thieves' or 'bad people' but I like to think of us as doing a favor to Vikings and all the others we deal with. When a viking has too much, they become lazy! We make sure that doesn't happen.
I grabbed my mask, putting it on over my mess of a long braid down my back. My hole body ached, we had just finished picking over a village that was ripe with all kinds of exotic loot. My men enjoyed it and I had given the rest of the night to celebrate.
My Head was still pounding.
“What is it, Jorn?” I yawned, opening up the door to the captains quarter of our rather large ship. I plopped down on the chair of my desk, rubbing my temples. The desk was covered with maps and information of villages near and far, gathered by all of the leaders of the Shadows. Like my Father and my Fathers before him, I added much.
I stood and Jorn followed outside of my room, after grabbing my trusty dagger. I looked over my people, all of them busy with the ship and others gambling and other things to keep themselves entertained while we were at a pause. “Shadow,” Jorn said again, grabbing my attention away.
“What is it?” I ask him, growing impatient, my eyes looking up at the promising clear skies. “There's been a sighting,” He breathed, as if he had been running to get her this information. “Of a Dark shadow!”
My eyes snapped to him, “What? How is that possible? They've been extinct for years!”
“One has been sighted frozen in a giant glacier on top of Loki's Peak,” Jorn said and I felt a shock of excitement, Loki's Peak was one of the largest glacier, big enough to resemble a mountain. Getting to the top would be a feat in itself.
“Ready the men, we sail at once.” I told him and saw a flash of hidden emotion behind his eyes, I played it off as excitement, though if I had known what was about to come, I never would have agreed.


It didn't take long to arrive at Loki's Peak, we were close enough to it that it was only an hours ride. I jumped from the top of the ship down below to join my men. I stood in front of them, proud and strong “Today will be a glorious day!” I started, raising my fist to the air. “Jorn has received news that there is a Dark Shadow, frozen at the top of Loki's Peak.” I announced and was received with hollers.
“Volunteers!” Jorn called, and a group of the stronger members of the Shadows raised their fists, hollering in unison. “The rest will stay and guard the ship, and once we return, we will celebrate this find!” This was also greeted with excited yells.
The trek up the glacier was a long one. The entrance was jagged with spiked ice and it was colder than anything I could ever have imagined. The ice itself was beautiful, the lights from our torches lit it up in colors I've never seen, but it also gave life to what was also frozen inside the ice. Vikings of all sizes frozen in time, some with scared looks, others with no expression at all. Those were more frightening.
“I don't have a good feelin' bout this, Jorn.” one of the men said, holding his hands around his arms. “Don't be a coward,” Jorn barked, glowering at the man. I didn't bother to look back at them, especially as I saw the light from the end of the cavern, finally.
“We're nearly there.” I breathed, excitement warming me more than any fire. My pace quickened, I could almost feel the sunlight. And it felt like as soon as I walked in the giant glacier I was out again, I peered around for the frozen dragon.
“Jorn?” I asked turning to see my second in command grinning wickedly. My eyes widened beneath my mask and I reached for my dagger just in time to deflect an arrow. “We're under attack!” One of my men yelled, reaching for his mace. I leapt back to avoid another deadly percussion arrow and grunted, bumping into someone. I landed on my bottom and turned my head, looking up to see no one other than Alvin the Treacherous. “No!” I cursed and rolled to the side, jumping to my feet barely being breezed by with his sword.
“Well if it isn't the 'little shadoh!” Alvin sneered, I glared at him viciously “What are you doing here, Alvin?” I demanded. “A little birdy told me I could find a Dark Shadow all the way up here.” He smirked and my eyes widened once more, realization hitting me at once, it seemed like everything had slowed down as I turned and saw Jorn smiling maliciously holding a crossbow in his hands. He aimed and I saw Alvin move from behind me, the cliff edge directly behind him.
It all hit me at once, the betrayal, the sharp pain from the arrow hitting my shoulder, and then it felt like I was flying. My gaze grew clouded, I've always wondered what it would be like to fly.. and then, I felt the scorching pain of my back hitting water. As my world went dark, I could see Alvin and Jorn standing side by side, I wasn't sure what hurt more, the pain now spreading all over or the betrayal.




It felt like I was being dragged. The only thing I could smell was the salty water and the sand that I was currently being dragged through. I wanted to open my eyes, but I couldn't. I could hear, and smell, even taste the water that was in my mouth and lung moments before. What was dragging me? It was so gentle, but obviously very strong. I heard a deep growl, and it made my heart beat in fear, but as soon as I had gained my consciousness it was gone.

My eyes opened to unfamiliar surroundings. I sat up, looking around blinking in amazement. I was layed down on some sort of of smooth stone, surrounded by pines and grasses along with bushes, perfectly hidden but not too crowded. Brambles surrounded the opening to the small clearing and they were spread all around in in a circle, with foliage covering it. It wasn't just this way by itself, something had to have had something to do with it covering the clearing perfectly as it was.
I tried to stand and I clenched me teeth at the burning pain up my leg, I looked down and rolled my pant leg up and groaned, seeing it discolored with deep bruises.
Looking around I tried to find anything that I could use to fix it and sighed, seeing nothing. I took the braid out from my hair, and used the band to wrap around my leg the best I could. My long red hair breezed into my face and I huffed to blow it back out of the way.
Wait a minuet.. My mask! I touched my face and groaned, my mask no where in sight. I looked around regardless. My eyes landed on what looked like a nest and my heart stopped as I saw two large night-black eggs with lighter purple spots. “Are those..?” I breathed, and shook my head “Impossible.” I muttered hoping desperately I was right.
I grabbed at my boot for my dagger and hissed, realizing that I no longer had it with me. A pain gripped my heart, I no longer had many things. My mask, my dagger, but most of all my people. Waves of anger rolled over me at the thought of Alvin and Jorn working together. Jorn had probably already told the others that I had died. I felt sorrow for the men who volunteered who were certainly now dead.. or working for Jorn.
What was I to do? I couldn't walk, not on this leg. My stomach growled, and I pushed all the feelings away. The lingering worry about the two eggs pricked at me, but I forced myself not to panic. I've lead my men through much worse than this.. of course then I had them at my back.
The only things I had on me were my cloths and my fur cloak which was doing a good job at keeping me warm, and I had my journal. My pockets held some coin, which was good, if I could get off this.. island, or wherever I washed up. Suddenly, a loud screech filled the clearing and I froze.
Oh Thor.. Why me?
A night fury, the color of night with crystal blue eyes landed only a few feet away from me, sniffing at it's eggs, a mixture of a growl and a purr came from the creature. It was a female, obviously the mother to the two unborn night furies. She dropped a fish next to the nest and I started to scoot slowly away, holding my breath.
“Argh!” I hissed through clenched teeth at the pain from my leg and the Night fury whipped its head in my direction. I tensed up as it's eyes slit, and it began to prowl closer.
I threw my hands up in a last ditch effort to protect myself, my eyes closed tightly. My breath was still held and I expected the pain of fire, but it didn't come. My breath exhaled when instead, I felt the dry scales of the dragon press it's nose to my hand. I blinked, amazed and turned to look at the night fury. She made the same noise, the growl-purr and set down another fish in front of me. “For me?” I asked when I found my voice.
My heart was beating faster than it ever had before. I had just touched a Night fury, one of the most feared dragons, This night fury saved me. I picked the fish up, uncooked and raw, and took a bite. I had worse.. “Thank you..” I murmured and the Night fury nodded, turning back to her nest and wrapped around it, eating her own fish.
I wasn't sure what to do in this situation, so I just ate the fish and it took away from some of the growling in my stomach. I watched as the dragon shot fire around the nest of animal furs and other things. This was incredible. The Shadows never dealt with dragons unless it was absolutely necessary. My Father had brought me up to respect the beasts, and had told me tales of some people who could actually speak to them. I had never been up close to one who wasn't trying to burn me to a crisp, let alone be fed by one.
The Night Fury looked over to me and tilted her head, gesturing me over with her tail. I tensed, she was allowing me to get close to her eggs? I didn't question it though, and slowly crawled over the best I could. I yelped as she picked me up by my hood and placed me beside her eggs, and against her. She was warm to the touch, despite her scales being dry. Perhaps it was the fire she had placed moments before, but it began to make me grow drowsy.
I felt the dragon wrap her tail around her eggs and me, and she settled, closing her eyes. I held my arms at my side, breathing slowly as not to disturb the relaxing mother. 'Mother..' I thought to myself and closed my eyes, letting sleep over take me.

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For over the next few days the Night Fury would bring me food and water, and even try to help me walk on my leg. I never thought a dragon would ever help a person with anything like this before, but I was grateful, and I think she knew that.
I had taken to call her Monah which meant Mother. I spoke to her now and then, and she seemed to understand what I mean, I wished I could understood what she would say back. But it was nice to talk to someone, regardless. Her eggs had began to grow warmer, and I wondered if that meant that they grew closer to hatching. I recall that dragon eggs explode when they hatch, so I made a note to remember that in case I was still here when they did hatch.
I wrote how Monah acted and what she did with her eggs in my journal. I would draw sketches of her and her eggs, which she seemed to enjoy posing for. I drew the clearing, the only other things to would be the birds or small animals that did find there way through the brambles. An occasional Terrible Terror, which annoyed Monah, but when she saw that I would draw them as well, didn't mind as long as they stayed away from her fish and her eggs. There was one particular Terror, a small yellow and brown spotted one that seemed to take a liking to me after I shared a piece of fish with it. I started to call her Temper, as she would get on Monah's nerves often. Temper would sleep on a tree, across the way of the clearing next to the water, filled with small fishes just her size.
I didn't know what I was going to do once my leg healed. All I knew is that whenever I do leave. I'm going to hunt down Jorn and Alvin and make them wish they had found a real Dark Shadow.
Days turned into weeks and my leg was beginning to heal enough to where I could put pressure on it and walk short distances. When Monah did not join me, which was becoming more often (because of her eggs, I think) Temper would join me, going after dragonflies and small birds.
This island I was on, was gorgeous. I've never been here before, or heard of it. There were no other people only animals and some of dragons here and there. It was full of pine trees and rivers, beautiful scenery and plenty to live off of. At times, a small voice in the back of my mind would ask me, “Why not make this place your home?”. I had considered, but then my drive for revenge on Alvin and Jorn would over power it and I would cast the thought away. I would miss Monah and her unborn children. But I could never actually stay..
The nights here were the best. Monah would rest me in her nest and I would lay there, looking up at the night sky, the stars would be bright and occasionally there would be lights like the ones I saw in the northern waters, so I began to call them the Northern Lights. Doubt it would catch on, but they were beautiful. The sounds from the forest, whispering trees and the lulling sound of waves along sand. It was peaceful. These were things new to me, most of my time before spent in my quarters and too busy to pay attention when raiding villages. I felt almost guilty for those things when I looked into Monah's crystal blue eyes. But then I remembered how those Vikings would slaughter her even for taking step in their villages. I think Temper and Monah began to like each other, too, because Temper would curl up next to both of us now to sleep. At that moment, things were good. I was happy, and I had no other worries in the world.. but nothing ever stays like that for long.

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