Giyan
Legacy Name: Giyan

Our story begins in the magical and mystical forest that separates Riverside and Veta. It was long before these towns had their names and long before humans had appeared in Subeta.
It was a time when dragons were still a rarity in these lands. It was known that there were a few dragons living secluded in the desert of the Sacred Sands. Not only were they a symbol for the warm and magical winds, blowing in the world, they were the incarnation of the spirits of the old Gods of Subeta. So the dragons of old in the Sacred Sands were living in peace with the other creatures populating the world. Beloved and even worshiped by some.
However, bright lights are always followed by darkness and shadows. Some dragons used their force to serve the dark and evil Gods of the Darkside. They brought fear and terror to the people. Only the balance between the dragons of light and the dragons of darkness could restore equilibrium between the old Gods.
One day, the omens for grave times and dire changes became distinct. It was the day when one of the mysterious galactic dragons, living somewhere in deep space, put down two of his eggs in the forests of Subeta.

Giyan hatched a few days before her little brother. Of course she didn't know her name yet, but she knew what her instincts told her. They told her to wait until the other egg in the nest would be ready to hatch. She was just a little lindworm, so she spent her time growing, watching the sun and stars alternate with one another, drinking from the morning dew, and discovering her surroundings.
When Arthaniel started to move nine days later, Giyan was already double the size of a hatchling. She showed her little brother all she knew about their new home; where to find water and food. Then, after they had grown a little stronger, the siblings decided to explore the forest. It was no easy path. They had to climb over roots and streams. One day they even had to cross a broad river. Arthaniel fell into the water and almost drowned, but he knew he could always count on his big sister. She always took care of him. And so Giyan pulled Arthaniel out of the water and saved him. He was very grateful and in that moment they both knew they would always help each other when they were in distress.
The journey was hard, but it hardened their muscles, so they became stronger each day. Their bodies kept growing and growing, as the bond between them.

»Watch out«, Giyan told Arthaniel by looking deep into his eyes. They hadn't met anyone yet, so they did not know how to speak. But they understood each other. »Don't fall down.«
The dragons had traveled for a while when suddenly a huge mountain appeared in front of them. They decided to climb to the top, to get a view of the forest and maybe see something beyond.
They had already come very far, when night struck and the winds blew harder than before. The next ledge ought to be their place to rest. Then everything happened really fast.
Arthaniel tried to pull himself up, when a part of the rock broke apart and he lost his grip.
Giyan saw him falling and tried to catch him, but she had no chance of reaching him. This time, she could not help her brother. With panic in her eyes she saw Arthaniel falling into darkness, screaming in fear, until he disappeared from sight. She looked away in desperation, closed her eyes and cried. All she could hear were the winds howling in her ears.
Suddenly a flapping sound mixed with the howling. Very quiet at first, but Giyan noticed it came closer. When she turned her head, she could not believe her eyes. It was Arthaniel, coming back to her. And he was flying! Giyan hurried to climb the rock, and when she reached the ledge, Arthaniel was already sitting there. He was out of breath, but he was alive and smiling.
It was one of nature's wonders, that when Arthaniel fell down, his wings strained themselves. Before he reached the deadly ground, his instincts made him flap, so he slowed down and finally began to fly back to meet his sister.
When they fell asleep, snuggled up against each other and exhausted, both dreamed of how they would continue their journey flying.

Giyan and Arthaniel rushed forward as they flew over the vast plain of Ytiva. It was biting cold, and all they could see was white snow everywhere. At first sight the frozen water had seemed to be beautiful. Soon the young dragons realized the downside of the white. There was no way to land and rest without the danger of freezing to death.
The last time they had slept had been nights ago, on the mountain where Arthaniel fell. After waking up Giyan was alone on the ledge. She saw Arthaniel flying a few feed above. He pointed to the horizon. »I saw something. Let's go there.«
There was just one problem. How was Giyan supposed to fly without wings? She landed on her face for the first few trials, but after some crash landings it turned out that it was not that hard. She had to concentrate her full energy on her wish to fly. It seemed that her mind was her wing.
Though it was difficult to focus when it was freezing cold. Giyan knew she was becoming slower. Arthaniel did not seem to have any problems, but she was getting tired. Her brother noticed her struggles. He flew higher, hoping to spot something. Maybe the end of the cold desert or a place to land. When he saw nothing he flew higher, and higher, searching for something in the distance. And crashed into something.

»Can't you watch your steps?«, said a beaked, angry looking fellow as Arthaniel went down from him. They crashed to the ground together, but luckily the snow was soft enough so nobody was hurt. »You cannot just fly around like a dumbo, you dumbo!«
It was not the worst that Arthaniel did not understand a word. When Giyan caught up with them, the strange white dragon already rose. »What are you goslings doing in the Ice Fields, anyway? Don't you know it's dangerous to roam around this area?«
Arthaniel and Giyan only gave him an anxious look. The Irion - that was the name of his species - noticed how they shivered from the cold. »You're lost, eh? And you don't understand a word I'm saying, right?«
The dragons only stared at him with big eyes. This was the first time they met another living creature, and they did not know yet if they should be afraid or curious.
»Well, then... I guess somebody has to take care that you don't freeze to death. I dunno why this always has to be me, but... anyway! Follow me, little ducklings.« The Irion got ready to lift into the air again, but the dragons were still standing there and staring. »Oh, come on«, he said and gave them a gentle push. »Let's go somewhere safe.«

In the early evening the group finally saw something different than snow and ice. A few fir trees popped up and though he knew they did not understand him the Irion said »We'll reach the village soon. It's not far from here.«
A few minutes later a group of snow hills came in sight and the Irion stopped and got ready for landing.
»Here we are«, he said. »This is our village.«
Giyan and Arthaniel looked around. They did not understand why this person, who seemed to be friendly, brought them to another field of ice and snow. They followed him to one of the hills and then they saw a small entry in the snow. It was covered with white blankets. The Irion stepped into it and the dragons followed him into the igloo.
Inside it was surprisingly warm. In the middle of a large round room a cozy fire was glowing. Thick carpets covered the floor.
»Garbon, why are you already back?«, asked a bright voice from a corner. A wingless creature with four legs and long fur stepped closer to the fire. When she saw the dragons her face brightened.
»Oh, you brought guests«, she said and began to gather some kitchen appliances. »Why didn't you say that at once. I'll make some tea and warm up some stew. You look almost frozen.«
Giyan and Arthaniel were confused about the sudden rush. Garbon only grunted and sat down by the fire.
»They can't understand you«, he said. »'t seems they are pretty young and wild. Found them in the fields.«
»You poor little creatures«, she sighed and shoved them closer to the fire. »Sit down and warm up. The tea will be ready soon.«
A few minutes later Giyan and Arthaniel had cups of steaming tea in their hands and the smell of stew filled the room.
»My name is Marilla«, said the female and pointed with a hoof at herself. »Marilla«»Mmmm..« Giyan made a squeaky sound. »Mmmaa.«
Marilla was happy she tried to talk. »That's fine, call me Ma. This grumpy fellow is Garbon.« She pointed at the Irion.
»Grrah«, growled Giyan. Marilla laughed, but Garbon put on a solemn face.
»We must decide what to do with them«, he said. »We can't keep them here. It's too cold for dragons.«
»Bring them to Saherimos«, suggested Marilla. »The other dragons can take care of them and teach them.«
»There's no time for me to cross the ocean«, Garbon said grimly. »I've to get us ready for winter.«
»Well, I can't fly them myself, or can I?«, Marilla answered snippy. »I would do it if I had wings.«
»Let's say I bring them to Saherimos. How am I supposed to find the dragons? Have you seen some of them lately?«
»At least they wouldn't freeze to death when they were in the desert.«
»Where they'd probably starve or die of thirst«, Garbon shouted.
»Psst!«, hissed Marilla. »Look. The children fell asleep.« She looked at them with caring eyes and sighed. »If you can't bring them to Saherimos, show them the way. Bring them to the coast and tell them to fly over the ocean. You'd lose only one day.«
They sat in silent for a while. Garbon stared into the fire with a grumpy face while Marilla watched the exhausted dragons sleeping.
»Fine«, said Garbon finally. »I'll show them the way after they are awake tomorrow.«
»You have a kind heart, you ruffled old grump.«, Marilla said. »Let's pray they'll find their way.«