A story of Aslan's children

by Neishai
The land of Narnia, Aslan, and others within his realm created by C.S. Lewis. No infringement on his works is intended.

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It was morning the day of the hatching, when the three companions were called to the hatching cavern. In the short time they had been in this strange land, a land of many islands, they had learned that almost all dragons are good, and an asset to men. Alskyr was a world of strange wonders, and this was but one of them.

Serpent's Reach was a young Caer, full of "unbonded" dragons, and just a few bonded's. A curious phenomenon, this bonding. Perhaps Nantkins showed the most interest on the subject, though Hawkfeather was the most vocal. A dragon can in a way, marry his bond through some symbiotic mind connection, regardless of gender, though some had a preference. It was still such a new subject to the three Narnians, but it sounded inheritently good.

At one point, Nantkins had brought up a very interesting point. He was the expert on Narnian history, and thought he had read about fantastic journeys, through the guidance of Aslan himself. In these journeys, a Narnian or an outsider could travel between the two worlds. Invariably he had a reason for guiding their destinies. "We have some special purpose," he said, "something that Aslan himself wishes us to do. He sent us to Serpent's Reach for a good reason, though we may not understand it now."

"So you're saying," Muddisye had said with a shiver, despite herself, "that we should try to bond ourselves to a dragon."

Nantkins nodded. "Yes, I do believe that is what he would want us to do. No one in Narnia knows of a good dragon. Maybe, if nothing else, he wants us to show everyone that there is some good in a beast that seems so evil. In fact, I remember a story about a boy who turned into a dragon. That experience cost him much, but he learned from the ordeal a great deal more..."

"Maybe it's something worse than that," Hawkfeather interrupted. "Maybe there's going to be a battle or something! Maybe he wants us to get an army of these buggers together and march into Narnia to save the day!"

The other two had stared at him for a moment wearing varying expressions of skepticism. Finally Muddisye had spoken: "Well whatever the reason, I suppose we all agree that we should go ahead with it. I daresay the worst that could happen is that we've read the signs all wrong and will all die horrible deaths as a result."

"That's the spirit, Wiggs old girl. What an exciting adventure this is turning out to be, eh?" Hawkfeather had whinnied, dancing back and forth excitedly.

Currently, Muddisye noted with some amusement, Hawk was dancing yet again, this time due to the heat of the sand. It was excruciating for sure, but she was too nervous to complain. What if they were wrong? What if this was quite the opposite of what Aslan wanted them to do? What if Aslan hadn't sent them at all? No one had been visited by the Great Lion yet, something that Nantkins had neglected to mention. Or had he actually been visited? Wouldn't he have mentioned it?

She swallowed her misgivings, a little sickly, when the first egg broke shell. Even she had to admit that the little brown male was magnificent, even as he shook the remains of his egg like a wet dog.

A small, copper-colored orb rocked rapidly before exploding into many pieces and making a lovely mess for the drudges to clean up.

The little earthen-tone brown shook himself free of any remaining shell and egg-goo. He blinked a pair of emerald green eyes and flapped his russet wings.

"Four wings..." Kyra murmured outloud to herself. How odd... Oleath, was the father Icarian?

No, but he is lovely, isn't he?

Beautiful, love, Kyra smiled as she watched the little brown watch the rest of the eggs with an impatient flicker of his tail as if he demand to know why they weren't hatching yet. Finally, another small egg broke, spilled in a green dragonet, splattered with gold as well as having an aureate stripe along her back. As she blinked and crawled slowly from her shell, the little brown approached the bonders and strode right up to Hawkfeather and sitting in front of the winged horse with an expectant look on his face.

Hawkfeather! There you are, good lad, the brown dragon stalks up to you and peers upward with expectant eyes. A rush of happiness fills you, but there's a certain kick behind is, as though you were suddenly bursting with energy and could do a couple laps around the Caer. Why are you just standing there? There is much to be done, and I am hungry. To the feeding cavern!

Cheperyt, Oleath announced her first child's name with pride. Kyra smiled as the bonded pair left the Sands to head toward the feeding caverns.

Hawk skipped away with his new bond, overflowing with joy and energy. He felt, that he could do anything. "Oh my, must you eat herd beasts? They feel like kin or something."

Oh don't be silly. Of course I must eat this. What else would I eat?

Under his thin coat of fur, it was impossible to see Hawk's bloodless skin. He was somewhat glad of that. "Of...of course. How silly of me."

Meanwhile, watching the bonding made between Hawk and his Earthen Brown erased all the misgivings Muddisye and Nantkins had harbored. They passed between them a smile that shared strength. They reached for the other's hand and squeezed. Yes, they had made the right decision.

Then, Nantkins felt a jolt through his heart. Suddenly, he felt a quickening of recognition, which, unconsciously was communicated to Muddisye through their hands. Spasmodically, he squeezed again. I know you...

Two eggs hatched almost simultaneously: one revealing a lovely, gold-marbled purple dragon who picked herself up from her shells with grace and a bronze male who came into life falling flat on his snout, but sprang up with resilience as if to say: "I meant to do that! Really!"

The marbled purple sat down in front of her shell and looked first at her brother and sisters before turning to the bonders. After a moment of consideration, she wandered quietly into the feeding caverns.

Nasunyt.

Meanwhile, the green-gold's playtoy had skidded over to the bronze's feet, and he looked down at it and wuffled it curiously. His sister sat down, lashing herself with her tail as she waited from him to bat it back. She gave him an exemplary bat and he tentatively followed her, sending the eggshell back to her. The gold-spotted dragoness quickly smacked it back and from here the game became two-sided.

As Nantkins and Muddisye watched the antics, the Marsh-wiggle felt something similar to what Nantkins had felt just moments before. They had let go of one another's hands, so Nantkins was unaware of her surprise. She clenched her fists; she did not know why she felt this way. She looked around as another egg began to rock.

As they played, another egg split, revealing a large, white female. She was a magnificent sight with iridescent skin like freshly lain snow and coal black eyes. She walked with calm composure as she pulled herself from the shards.

Nonchalantly, the snow-white dragoness walked between her two clutchmates and slammed a paw down onto the eggshell piece where she sat loftily, daring either of them to take it. Both dragons stared at her with irritation, but soon all their attention was diverted as a resounding crack echoed from behind them.

There, a bronze of a brilliant copper color picked himself up with pride. His fire-colored eyes were bright and vigilant and his neck with tinged with hues of reds and oranges as if an inferno had created a mane along this throat. After a scrutinizing look at him, the iridescent white dragoness fled, right to Muddsiye and looked up at the marsh-wiggle with urgency.

Jadyt.

Muddsiye... A voice hisses within your mind. It is seductively feminine, and alluring, but yet there is a tone of ice underneath: the warning of an interior that does not reflect how the exterior seems. Muddsiye, yes, you will do nicely. I will come with you now, and we will spend our lives together. It will be well. But, first, I must insist that I receive food. Won't you show me?

Wordlessly, Muddisye nodded in response. She was about to lead the dragonet away when Nantkins stopped her. He grabbed her arm, an expression of wonder on his face, and she followed his gaze. Her new bond Jadyt leaned against the Marsh-wiggle nervously despite herself, staring at the fiery bronze up on the dune.

As the bronze stepped forward to sit on the highest dune he could find and supervise, the gold-green stared at him for a moment before turning and wandering into the feeding caverns.

Lucelyt.

The bronze, who had been playing with his sister previously, watched her leave with much dismay before he turned to Nantkins and bounded up to him. The faun locked eyes with the young dragon, and the bond was made.

Casaiyt.

Nantkins? The voice pops into your mind curiously and laden with joy. Nantkins, is it really you? I have waited so long for you... A growing rush of acceptance fills you, and your veins are infiltrated by that same warmth and happiness that engulfs one who is hugging a dear friend or family member who they have not seen for the longest time. There is much we can do together. But first, I would like some food. That is not too much to ask, is it?

"I knew you, from the moment I saw you. I can't explain it..." The faun wore a gleeful expression, somehow while remaining serenely awed. His dragon nodded knowingly. When he looked at Muddisye, she smiled. Jadyt glared up at him as if he were delaying just to bother her. He cleared his throat hastily. "Well, let's get going. I'm sure Hawkfeather is done feeding his dragon by now."

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Please note: all block-indented sections on this page are exerpts from Oleath's first hatching story, at Serpent's Reach Caer (link lost). It is the intellectual property of Cascius Draco, posted here only because I don't like paraphrasing other people's work. A link will be provide if/when I can find it.

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