My Saviour and Light

My Saviour and Light is the origin story of Gaedheal, a Dragandr that was descended from a a group of Dragandr that were transported to Oulobann during the War of the Hearts. Born of Llyss'Adain and Dragandr'Adain parents, he was sent away by his father in order to protect Gaedheal from Atlas. Living with all of the races of Oulobann at one point or another, after he realized his true heritage he united them in order to defeat Atlas.

Prolouge: Child of Twilight
Mordo'Janus awoke silently. Looking out of his window, he saw the moon lowering into the sea. An anxious look washed over his face. He didn't have much time if the plan were to work.

With a flourish he quickly leaped out of bed and slipped out of the door. He was like a shadow, unseen by anyone. Passing by the guardroom, he quietly opened the door to the nursery and tiptoed in. In the elaborately carved cradle a young Dragandr laid fast asleep, his little thumb in his mouth and his tail curled about him. Mordo smiled at the young one, and gently picked him up. The child didn't even stir.

Making his way to the beach, with one hand he removed the cover of the hiding spot. Within laid a small cradle-like boat, a note, and some food. With sadness, he placed the infant inside the small craft. As he prepared the sails, a beam of sunlight splayed over the landscape. Reflecting off of the massive tower behind them, Mordo hurried his actions. He couldn't have Atlas see.

He quickly readied the ship, and placed it on the surf. Leaning down, he kissed the child's brow and whispered:

"May you be the saviour and light your mother hoped you would be...Goidel'Ivalkre."

With a reluctant push, he moved the craft into more rapid waters, where it soon carried the cradle-boat away from sight. Without any sign of emotion, Mordo went to his wife's grave nearby. Once there, he fell to his knees, sobbing.

Chapter One: The Bellua
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