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She had once been feared by humans for her attitude. Not a day would have passed without stories being spread that some brave warrior was slain by the golden claws of her hand. Several others fallowed to try to claim her 'treasure', yet they too fell claim to her rage. A fury of fire, and a spirit as cold as ice. But a day came to where she vanished without trace, and the only clue was a small lone golden feather resting on a cracked rock, dried blood on it. Etched into this cracked rock were symbols that scientists and others alike couldn't understand.

The lone rock now rested in a museum, beside the lone feather in a case, air tight. A valuable treasure, who's story was now forgotten. The body of this feared specimen had been recovered, sealed inside a statue that stood at the museum entrance. It held a small silvery egg with golden symbols etched into its surface in one clawed hand.

Sadly, though, the guard ordered to watch this fine egg was off duty, allowing any passer-bys to take it without fear of being caught.

This was a rare time during the Holiday season that humans are accepting of the creatures of the forest. The archery forest troll Alarion Was now aloud to venture through the city, Though the area was prejudiced against trolls Due to the attacks and mauling of human children believed to have been done by trolls.


The lanky troll was walking through the museum, he stares at the artifacts The ancient bows, the Dragon bones, and eventually he saw it... This wondrous looking egg held by the great dragon. He looked all around him. This egg looked very valuable, And the holiday season on giving and cold were hard times. his people had very little and he needed food for most animals are migrating to find food of there own so prey animals are scarce.

He grabbed the beautiful egg and stashed it away in the bag for his arrows which he was forced to leave at the front of the museum so that he would not damage any artifacts. he rushed back to the entrance and grabbed the arrows placing them point up, He knew this would look strange but he didnt want to damage the egg. he left and walked home to his shack in the forest which was located between a creek and a large grove of Douglas fir trees.

He removed the egg with care, Staring at it he rubbed over it with his hand. The egg shined from being cleaned the troll could see his face reflected in the egg. He smiled and thought "Maybe i should save this for a special day." and continued to look at the egg with a smile.

Indeed the egg was shiny, almost seeming to be made of pure gold. A treasure that had be stolen from a tomb rumored to have belonged to the aincent drake. It was somewhat cold, but still smooth, though a bit rugged in touch. Ridges that hadn't been visible before could now be seen.

The troll was a rugged archer from the forest high in the mountains. Almost all the feeling was gone from his hands from Burns, Callouses, and damage to the nerves. The ridges were able to be seen he was confused for he couldn't see these at the Museum. He raises it to his face and sniffs it, it smells of Cold metal and Sulfur a normally unpleasant smell but to the troll it was wonderful. Alarion felt he had found a new personal treasure.

The egg was unknowingly a sacred relic that had been used to calm the feirce drake before they had vanished. Glowing words lit up on it silently. This signalled the beginning of her return.

The return of the feared drake, a beast that few had faced alone and lived to tell of it. A creature whos very remains were trapped within a hidden tomb that only the hunters had often visited to scrounge up any remaining food or artifacts.

Upon the words lighting up he dropped the egg out of surprise the metal of the egg clunked upon the hard wood floor. he poked it with an arrow and picked the egg back up. it felt warm to the touch, it was a strange feeling he could actually feel the heat. Meaning that to any regular creature it would be quite hot but in his hands, It felt like stuffing your hands into a blanket. he wondered what this meant he examined the egg closely now intrigued at what was going on.

'The Silver creature that was Fear their eyes, they bear this egg to calm its spirit.' Read the words, the egg still warm. It's true purpose, though, was still a mystery. The one who had originally found it had thought it was a normal egg, but realized that sadly this egg wouldn't break. It was strong, tough, almost made of an unnatural substance. Its surface was aged greatly upon closer inspection.