Shadows of a memory

<span style='color:blue'>..:OOC:..- This is basically just an example of one of StormÂ’s rather disturbing dreams, I felt I would just put it here for consistency, but if that isnÂ’t the intent of this forum then feel free to delete!
P.S the dream is in a series of flickering images, ones that sometimes even come to him when he is awake, it isnÂ’t meant to make full sense but it will someday.
I know many of the facts are inconsistent of RLÂ’s history but that is intentional, after all, what tales that we tell our children really are?</span>
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..:IC:..</span>

<span style='color:blue'>:Mother used to tell such storiesÂ…:</span>

<span style='color:green'>-----“Another place, another time, a time when our world was that bit closer to Fronima. When we were dragons with magic to change the world, there were dragons among us who were born good but some of whom changed and became evil, they lost their wings and lived on our world, corrupting and destroying, their influence being so powerful that even today we still feel their magic in the hatred, injustice and evil that exists in our world."----</span>

<span style='color:green'>----“The Forgotten Ones, erased from history"----

----“Our job Storm, is to someday overcome that dormant magic, to become pure in our own thoughts and in our actions, then and only then will the lightning listen when we call."----</span>

<span style='color:blue'>:IsnÂ’t there another way?: </span>

<span style='color:green'>----“No. “----:</span><span style='color:blue'>but your eyes told me different. The forgotten ones had the power didn’t they? What about becoming like them?):</span>

<span style='color:blue'>:Ill be just like them.:</span>

<span style='color:gray'>++++The hoards charged upon the small town, tearing it asunder beneath their talons claws and crushing hooves. People cried out and ran for their lives, in a vain attempt to escape this wall of terror which hurtled their way, setting light to their houses and destroying their crops.++++</span>

<span style='color:green'>----“We are the weavers of the magic, all we need is the proper tools."-----</span>

<span style='color:blue'>:This is terribleÂ…where am I?:</span>

<span style='color:blue'>:Fronima:</span>

<span style='color:gray'>++++At the head of the legion, merciless duo toned eyes fixed on the distant shape of the pagoda, a pendragon clad fully in plated oriental style armour galloped. His steed a vicious creature that could be described as neither equine nor canine, it seemed to be nothing more than shadows bound in place by a series of glowing electrical runes, however its substance was proved as solid enough as, when taking a flying leap onto the paving stones the creatures talons shattered the stone beneath its paws.++++</span>

<span style='color:blue'>: Oh god noÂ…not him:</span>

<span style='color:gray'>++++The creature let out a bellowing cry as its rider, his pelt of azure blue shimmering like oil against the black clouds that amassed over the town, so defenceless against the wind and the vicious creatures.+++++

++++He spurred it forward towards the building, perched on the hillside, so unaware of the siege that would soon befall it.++++</span>

<span style='color:gray'>++++A whisper like the rumble of imminent thunder drifted across the horrific landscape++++

++++leathery demons to paused in their gorging fat on the fallen corpses to listen++++</span>

<span style='color:red'>~~~“The Pagoda, our targets lie there."~~~</span>

<span style='color:gray'>++++Like worker ants obeying their queenÂ’s commands demons shifted their attention from mauling villagers to instead creep towards the pagoda.++++</span>
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<<<Inside, the buildingÂ’s inhabitants were mortified at the news >>>

<<<“They are closing in">>></span>

<span style='color:gray'>++++A dark figure loomed over the two ‘dragons, both of whom clung to each other in mortal fear, not warriors, they had been acolytes their whole life++++

++++A blade of sheer bone, blinding light++++</span>

<span style='color:purple'>///Raising the sword high he brought it down on the head of the hated Mrost, the demon didnÂ’t even see it coming, his soul was split in half, one side good, the other evil.///</span>


<span style='color:green'>----Some say he still walks the earth. Incomplete, angry and alone, thatÂ’s why you should beware Storm when you chase the weather, that you never meet him.----</span>
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:No fear of that, too late for me.:</span>


<span style='color:red'>~~~A voice “I know you hear me, I am the dark clouds that loom on your future."~~~</span>