You decide to pay a visit to Farr. The sign points down a long, winding road to your right, and you follow, gazing off at mountains in the distance.
It seems as though the long path winds off into the mountains; that's how long it is. Your legs begin to hurt, so you chance a quick rest. You rub your thighs, trying to shake the ache off, when you suddenly feel drowsy. Your head nods, and, before you can help it, you are fast asleep.
You wake with a start, but your surroundings are quite different than when you first dozed off. You seem to be in sort of a chamber, with a high arched ceiling and little or no light. You sit up nervously, and look around at the empty chairs and tables. You seem to be alone, until you hear someone clear their throat behind you. You jump a foot in the air, and whirl around to stare into the golden eyes of a black dragon.
"Greetings," the dragon says politely, coiled on a table across from the one on which you sit. "Welcome to the court. I trust you are well?"
You nod jerkily. "I'm alive," you say gratefully. "Who are you? Where am I? Why am I here?"
The black dragon smiles. "I'll answer those questions in order," he says kindly, something you certainly didn't expect from the powerful-looking creature. "I'm Farr, and I found you asleep on my path. It was a misfired spell; sorry about that. As for where you are, you're in the court, like I said. As for why you're here...well, because you were in danger just lying about out there. There are scavengers here, you know."
You manage to ignore the last comment, but you still have questions. "What's 'the court?'" is the first one on your mind.
Farr smiles again. "A project of mine," he says with modest pride, gazing around the big room at the tables, chairs, and various books that you only notice now. "I've been thinking a lot, and the Terror Realm needs some taming. So, I'm establishing a court, where we can deal with our problems in a civil manner. I know it won't work," he adds, rolling his eyes, "but I've nothing better to do with my time."
You smile back. Apparently, Farr isn't evil. "Then what are you doing in the Terror Realm?" you wonder out loud.
Farr nods knowingly. "I wonder that myself, often," he agrees, "but I'm drawn here. I think it's because I know that this place needs my help, and that I can make a difference in the violent culture this realm has developed. I want to change that, so I stay. Otherwise, I'd probably move to the Ocean Realm. My mate, Silva, lives there. Visit her; she's amazing. I've never met someone more wonderful in my entire life."
You nod, impressed with the sheer goodness of Farr's heart. "I'll visit her," you promise, turning to go.
"Here," Farr offers, crouching down on his stomach. "It's a long walk back to the signpost. Take a ride?"
You nod happily, eager to rest your legs. You clamber onto his sturdy back, and take a wild ride back to the signpost to keep exploring.
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| Name: Farr
Breed: KingdomDragon Color/Type: Striped Black Gender: Male Age/Stage: Adult Parents: Gathiwor and Hurricane Mate: Silva Adopted At: Aurora's ODA Branch (closed) |
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