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Posted on 2022-04-07 09:31:11
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Story by FurAffinity user dolphinsanity: The shaman had explained to Korgax in great detail that the Ritual of the Dragon was a crucial observance for their tribe to perform - that the signs and the season were right for it, and that if they did not seize this opportunity now, misfortune would surely befall them.What Korgax didn't quite understand was why all the other details beyond that point were always so difficult to comprehend. Even now, the shaman's voice was explaining what sounded like important particulars of the process, but Korgax's thoughts were just so very... distracted. Standing here, atop the squat little mesa overlooking the entrance to their cavernous village... his mind simply couldn't focus on the task at hand.He kept thinking about food instead - food was nice, after all, and he'd eaten more than his share of it already to end up with the vaguely oafish gut he now bore - but more than merely food, he found his thoughts and perceptions also drawn with increasing stuckness toward the prism the shaman was holding from a chain - slowly swaying, and glinting in the rising sun's orange glow."A new dawn for the tribe," he heard the shaman say.The shaman had often talked about the dawn, during their interviews prior to this ritual day. The word brought up so many feelings and thoughts. Dawn was light, and light was shiny. The prism was so intricate, the light glowing and flashing around... soon it was almost as if the light came from within the prism, as if by magic... but Korgax understood himself to be a sharp-witted kobold, so he knew it must only be a trick of the dawn."For decades we have lacked a dragon to revere, and be protected by," asserted the shaman. "Now you will absorb the Essence of the Dragon into your very soul, and become its mediator... serve its will..."Korgax nodded - knew that his was a noble calling, and an important one... yet, still he felt strange, with a new kind of nervous tension prompting him to stand up straighter than usual, while the lights danced faster in his eyes.Then he understood better. There were not only lights, but sounds too. Of course. He stood there tantalized, listening, waiting for the sounds, peering closer in a mixture of curiosity and surprise, as he yearned to know more.Vague remembrances followed. The shape of the singular prism was like those of the ornate wind chimes Korgax had spied among the decorations of the softskinned races, from back when traveling merchants often peddled them during in his childhood. He had always thought they sounded... fascinating, though he never had a set to call his own.Now, he found that he had their sounds, the sounds he had craved. The lights were giving the sounds to him, forming them into a melody that rang all around him and through him. Soon, they were growing louder, and speaking to him the way only music could. He felt surer than ever of his willingness and of the rightness of his choice - lights and sound, just flowing through him, filling him with wonder... lifting him like the sun.Korgax lost himself in that tinkling chime-song that only he could hear, and in those glimmering rays that refracted their way so deeply into his eyes. Lost himself, indeed, quite thoroughly, for this would be the last he would truly remember of his former life. If there had been time for him to demand a slower explanation of the details, it was now past. Already he knew this was his idea - he, the champion of the kobolds... no, maybe even their savior. He was so important, and beautiful... so worthy.His face looked confused and blank - but inside, his mind was a storm of new understandingThe shaman standing across from Korgax grinned, sensing the progression, and kept the chain moving. Then, shortly, he began reciting the spell that would bring the morning's magic to its conclusion. His words came out clear and unobstructed in the silence of the dawn, while the eyes of his enrapt subject remained fixed upon the glimmering crystal.
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