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Jajara
Legacy Name: Jajara

The Common Experiment #8001
Owner: Pluma

Age: 13 years, 5 months, 2 weeks

Born: November 8th, 2010

Adopted: 12 years, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: April 12th, 2012

Statistics

• Level: 8
   
• Strength: 20
   
• Defense: 21
   
• Speed: 18
   
• Health: 20
   
• HP: 20/20
   
• Intelligence: 2
   
• Books Read: 2
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Unemployed

Despite the tales of old, the legends of yesteryear, and the ancient songs that swore otherwise, Jajara had been a handsome dragon at birth. His hide was soft and earthen, his fangs white as the snowy north, and he had eyes of purest jade, then clear and unclouded as they would later become. When the sun shone down, it bathed him in its heavenly light and his scales reflected back the same warmth and clarity. He was no Flammy but it was said that if any dragon were to come close to such a resemblance, Jajara was the one.

Even his father Jogul, age and influence waning, could admit that his son was more beautiful than he. During Fa'Diel's golden days, Jogul was exceptionally proud to call Jajara his son. The elder dragon had seen the world at its softest, as he had come into being during the early times, and he sought to teach Jajara properly of the old ways; of the importance of the sun, moon, and stars, of the history of their creation, and of the immensity of the Mana Goddess and her embodiment, the Mana Tree.

As Jajara grew from a mere whelp into a fine young beast, Jogul took notice of the world rapidly changing around them. Humans had learned how to harvest the power of Mana from the land. Faeries grew restless as the humans slowly destroyed their own world in search of greater magic. Jogul had heard tell of a Great Witch working from within the Mana Tree to further her power beyond immeasurability. These whispers disturbed the elder, for he had hoped to see peace to the end of his days.

Inevitably, war broke out among the humans and Faeries. Aion, the Faerie lord, sent his army to clash with the mage warriors of the Great Witch Anise. The attempt to subdue the humans was squashed and as a result, nearly all Faeries were lost, with Aion banished to the Underworld and the remaining soldiers and innocents left to wander among humans. The dragons had had no stake in that fight, ever the quiet observers over Fa'Diel, but when the Faeries regained their numbers and eventually rose victorious over their human enemies, the oldest of dragons began to take notice. This last stand caused the destruction of the Mana Tree. It burned for six days and six nights, a shameful beacon alight over the land for all to see. A rumbling among the dragons steadily turned into a roar, as this was something they could no longer turn away from.

Argot the Dragon King used all of his ancient strength to summon a powerful wrym into their midst. A hole in the sky opened and from another world came Lucemia, the Wrym of Light. He commanded it to destroy each and every mage tower and battlement in the land of Faeries, and all were leveled under Lucemia's might. The wrym met its end by attempting to swallow a volcano, but not after many more monsters had followed it through the hole and into Fa'Diel. Jogul wanted peace for the two worlds that had been connected since creation, and though he took part in slaying any and all threats to his dragon kin, he was not proud. Jajara, on the other hand, almost seemed to enjoy destroying the human mages. They were weak, he had once said, flame dancing in his eyes, and Jogul became frightened. His son was no longer. Under Argot's new reign, Jajara had changed.

As King Argot's dragon heart turned black with the heavy burdens of battle, the Faeries decided to eliminate the potential evil by banishing him to the Underworld. Like Aion the Faerie lord before him, Argot chose not to be resurrected and he became one of Aion's most valuable servants. The loss of their king dealt the dragons a great blow, but many continued to fight the mages without him in order to curb the humans' lust for Mana. Jajara was one of few who became enraged and took revenge on the Faeries. He single-handedly wiped out a third of the Faerie army, sweeping them aside with great power from within that had been unlocked by his own madness. The Faeries were devastated; they would not apologize for ridding the world of Argot, but were shocked that his kin would come forth to hinder their victory.

We are the Light, they had said. We fight for the Mana Goddess, the one True Mother of us all. With this dishonor you are no longer her child but now our enemy. We will not allow evil to prevail.

Jogul had tried to reason with them but relations fell apart as the Faeries planned their next attack. Jajara fled from the dragon realm and to a dark corner of Fa'Diel, where the Faeries could not see him. It is said he could communicate with Argot who resided in the Underworld, and that Jajara had turned to evil. The Faeries gave up their search shortly, deciding to let him rot. Jogul cried for his son and eventually gave up as well. A new war began, with Anuella, Anise's daughter, and her Faerie forces once more clashing with the mages. Dragons lent their assistance where they could but as their own numbers dwindled from war casualties, those who were left retreated back into their own realm. Jogul, battle-weary and growing frail with age, sought his son Jajara one last time.

The old dragon traveled to the outskirts of Fa'Diel to Lucemia's floating corpse, hoping to find Jajara there. Even in death, the Wrym of Light would forever be a symbol of Argot's great power, of a time when dragons had tried to defend their world against the encroaching greed and darkness of the human heart. It took Jogul an entire day to search the massive wrym inside and out, but Jajara was nowhere to be found. Utterly spent and saddened by the loss of his only son, Jogul took to the east and settled in the Dead Lands, laying his tired body down on a hill overlooking the plains. He slept and then died there, his eternal soul whisked away to the Underworld by none other than Argot himself.

Centuries later, Jajara came out of hiding. He, along with two others, were the last of the dragons to inhabit Fa’Diel, although he no longer appeared to be the dragon he once was, instead resembling a walking corpse. Unable to bear the burden of protecting three Dragon Stones, Akravator of the North and Vadise the White relinquished one to Jajara under the condition that he would never take a dragoon for himself as long as the stone was in his possession. Jajara kept his word and flew to his father’s death site, building what would later be known as the Bone Fortress out of Jogul’s remains. Jajara secluded himself well within its walls, continuing to waste away until he himself was little more than bone.

Years passed and the world settled, but it was not without its squabbles and squandering. An ambitious yet cruel, unforgiving ruler named Irzoile Enaanshalc, the Deathbringer, waged a small campaign against the dragons for the stones and immortality he so foolishly believed they would bring him. His armies fell easily at the feet of Akravator and Vadise while Irzoile himself made an unsuccessful last stand at the Bone Fortress. But Jajara's eye was keen and recognized the strong will of the human. He revived Irzoile, promising him immortality if he swore fealty as the Deathbringer. Irzoile made an oath and quietly became Jajara's dragoon under the hill.

Just as quietly, the two now reside within the Bone Fortress as guardians of the dormant Dragon Stone, suspended in life with no means to move onward to death. But an old enemy beckons at the gates, threatening to awaken dragon and dragoon, and a new battle for the power of Mana is on the verge of beginning...

story by: me; canon references from lom.info; legend of mana belongs to square enix, inc.

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