The Scion gazed from his secluded position, high above in a grove, watching as the puny humans went about their day in blissful ignorance of his presence. He liked it that way sometimes, just watching as time went on around him; it calmed him somewhat. To those, he looked like he was a part of the mountains and hills, blending in with the scenery. His earth green and dirt brown palette hid him to such a degree that travelers of all kinds who would walk about his scales were woefully unaware that the ground they stepped foot on, was actually that of the Scion. He had made sure that they didn’t know, as his scales were littered with broken off branches and well-placed rocks. No one ever noticed the change in terrain.
In truth, he didn’t mind the fact that humans and those alike used him in …show more content…
What is it you seek Silin?” Something about how the tiefling smelled brought forth memories the Scion had long forgotten. The scent of citrus’ and vanilla filled his nostrils.
“Just a simple wish, if you may. I’m hoping that you will give me insight to my great-great grandmother, Navius.” The tiefling sat down, ignoring the intensity of the Scion’s eye.
“I see,” the Scion closed his eye, ‘so that’s why they smell so familiar,’ he thought. The Scion let out a long breath and reopened his eye, “If that is all you wish then so be it. But first allow me to rest. Your history is a long one” And with that, the Scion let out a yawn and rested his head for sleep.
As the sun started to set, the Scion opened his eye from his slumber. The nap had done him little good, as he felt as tired as he usually did. He let out a small grumble and adjusted his neck, taking in the sight of the grove. Nothing seemed out of place except for the fact that Silin was nowhere to be found. He took a small breath, listening to the life of the forest and the sound carried by the winds. Within a moment, he heard the snap of some twigs, breaking under the weight of