There are those who look up and wish PT.4

THOSE WHO CLAIM KALDGRIM THEIR HOME:

Serrilda

I settled back into my home and sighed, having return from a 'raid' as my chieftain calls it. I call it a cowardly attack on a settlement who their warriors had left to go raiding, fighting other tribes that knew what battles were all about, Unlike Inthgar, who cared only about the value of what he was raiding and how safe it was. What the chieftain has us do, is not a glorious battle against worthy foes, it was a slaughter of weak and unexpecting people. How were any of their tribesman going to get to Voldheim without a single glorious battle? How was I to have a glorious ****, if I never tested myself against mighty foes? I didn't even get my blade wet on the raid, as the four men and women in front of me had mowed any resistance down with a strike or two.

My brooding over the matter was interrupted as the light from outside became an orange-red. I rushed outside and saw all the snow reflecting the light of a falling star.

A Dragonfall.

I smirked at it. It was normally impossible to change the mind of a northern chief, yet a Dragonfall does impossibilities for breakfast. I made my wish ' Let Inthgar fear no more, and let his determination for glory be unparalleled, do this and I shall be your warrior!' and not a second later, a voice whispered in my ear, 'what about a wife?' I chuckled, as the question reminded me of this one randy dragon who always asked the same thing when we met. Unlike that dragon though, the Greater Dragon deserves to try to tame me, if my tribe is given a chance at true battle.

When I accepted, within a instant, a purple portal appeared. I strode forth, not looking back and heard a whooshing noise fill my ears. I might not come back, but that was okay. My people were in good hands.

The hands of a great chief.

Illenwyn

I gazed at the ruined castle my people called home from its tallest tower, which held my quarters. The fight against the demon was not quick nor without collateral damage. Even after all these years, my people still couldn't repair some of the destruction, as we had more dire concerns to worry about. Mainly the lack of young being born. Even though we tried all the ancient magics that we found, and prayed to any deity that might help, we found no solution.

The people around us would not even get near my people without attacking, as the reputation the demon gave us was not favorable at all. At our height, we numbered over fifty thousand, now we were less than three thousand, war, disease, hopelessness, and many other factors having claimed the lives of my people. And if the curse the demon cast upon us isn't broken soon, then my people will be gone from this world. I have tried to be the queen they need, yet I have my limits just like anyone. I have to deal with new issues appearing every second, new reports that a raid claimed one of my subjects, the food source that we just discovered has been found to be tainted or belonging to other people, or the worst one yet, of one of my people deciding to stop living and walk into the ocean. These and many more problems weighed on me, yet not as much as knowing what a complete failure that I am.

My grandparents led these people here, to this frozen wasteland, to escape the effects of the sundering and the wars against the humans. My family promised them prosperity and safety, and they believed in them. How foolish they were, to think I was worthy to be a successor. I didn't try to reason with the native tribes here when I became queen, I just saw barbarians and thought to conquer them. I didn't try to establish a better home for us by myself and find ways to deal with the cold, I just instantly turned to making a pact with a demon. I didn't think to rebel against the demon when it made decisions that negatively affected my people, I just turned a blind eye and lied to myself that they were needed. I took the quick and easy routes to a solution, and only got suffering in return. A suffering that the men and women that followed me did not warrant, yet they bore it with me. I just wish that there was something, anything, I could do to give them hope, to give them a future.

The depressing line of thought was interrupted as the light of the sun appeared, an impossible event as we were as far north as you can go. Yet the light became an orange-red quickly and I knew then what it meant. I became even more sure when I saw the falling star.

A Dragonfall.

I gazed at the coming Greater Dragon and quickly made my wish. I knew that making a deal with foreign entities had gotten the ice elves into this extinction state to begin with, and that the Second Dragonfall had crippled all elven kind, Yet this was different. It was only my life on the line this time, and any mistakes I make would only harm me, not my people.

'Please. Lord Sixth, heal my people by tearing away the curse of the cruel former king, and I, the final royal of my kingdom, pledge my life and soul to you, and also that of my noble bloodline!'

I finished the wish and a purple portal appeared behind me instantly. I almost descended to tears that the dragon accepted my wish, yet I steeled myself. The deal is not yet made, and the specifics not laid out yet. I would accept anything he ask of me, yet I must make sure that my people was left out of it. I walked into the portal and heard a whooshing sound, ready to strike a pact.

For the ice elves future.

Jolka

I stared out at the frozen wasteland, alone in contemplation. Once, there would be a string of men nearby that would try to earn my hand in combat, yet those days are long gone. Now, not even when I challenge them do they fight me, to avoid the bruises and humiliation. A shame, as I was **** enough to throw any fight, just to not be alone. I once saw my maidenhead as a treasure that must be guarded with all the strength I had. Now I view it as a burden, a weight between my thighs that no one wanted to lift from me. I yearn to have children, and to raise them with love and train them with patience, just like my own mother and father. I yearn to feel warm arms surround me, to block the cold of the wind, and the sadness of isolation. I wanted a man that could defeat me, show me that he could protect me and my children, and yet after all these years, I could settle with being the one to protect them, as long as I had someone to protect, to love.

I saw in the sky, as the falling star formed and then fell, I saw as it began to emit a orange-red light, and I knew what I just bore witness to.

A Dragonfall.

I looked at it, and made the most **** move a woman can make. I wished for a man that was stronger than me to beat me in a fight. I lowered my head in shame, if only I knew that the last challenge I won, was the last, then maybe I wouldn't need a dragon to play matchmaker.

I saw a purple portal appear down the hill I was on, waiting for me. I packed up my tent and belongings, and made my way through, a whooshing sound assaulting my head.

Time to meet my man.

Brynjar

The orange-red light of a falling star, focused my **** mind while I stumbled in the close enough direction of my tent. I struggled to place what those colors meant, until it hit my head harder than that one fist did, a few minutes ago. Heh, nothing like drinking and wrestling, oh wait the lights, right.

A Dragonfall.

I would have yelled in joy, if I didn't think that such a thing would cause me to lose all the drink I just consumed. I thought of the reason why I was celebrating, and why I was going to a tent and not a house.

The raid. The best raid I was a part of in months. I made the most kills and gotten the best loot, yet I didn't get a mount like the lucky bastards who did. Honestly, a settlement that large, with that many warriors, should have more than three horses. Its like they meant to insult any raiders that beat them, the sore losers.

I looked up and fell backwards into the snow, as my balance left me, and made my wish. A mount greater than any other mount ever owned by anyone. A brave gold feather chicken the size of a horse and with green emerald eyes. It should have silvered steel legs and claws of mithril. If I had one, then I could raid ten times better than I do now! I felt a niggling at the back of my mind that turned into a voice.

"You are drunk, yet you are quite skilled and lucky. I, the Sixth Greater Dragon, can bestow you your gift, but I ask for something in return."

"Shoot!" I didn't care what it wanted, I shall get my chicken!

"I desire your friendship, your companionship, and most of all, your love."

"Are you a girl, or gay?" I blinked in confusion. Aren't dragons suppose to be more badass, like asking for souls or some shit.

"No, I am a male attracted to females. If you accept, I shall turn you into a female."

"OH BY THE GODS, YES!! I GET A ASS KICKING CHICKEN HORSE AND MY OWN SET OF TITS!!!? SIGN ME UP!"

"Wait, hold on, do you not want to think and-"

"NOPE!! I WANT MY CHICKEN AND MY TITS NOW, PLEASE!!"

"You aren't listening, I shouldn't have approached a drunk person, I'm sorry. Have a good-"

"HEY, DON'T RUN AWAY BECAUSE YOUR A SAD VIRGIN!!"

"WHAT!! I AM NOT A-"

"JUST LIKE WHAT A VIRGIN WOULD SAY!"

"OH REAL MATURE!!"

"YEAH IT IS, ESPECIALLY BECAUSE YOU DON'T WANT TO GIVE ME TITS BECAUSE YOU CAN'T HANDLE THEM!!"

"OH I CAN HANDLE ANY TITS IN THE WORLD!!"

"OH YEAH PROVE IT!!"

"NO, BECAUSE YOUR NOT LISTENING!! IF YOU AGREE, YOU BECOME A WOMAN AND MY WIFE AND WILL CARRY OUR CHILDREN, AND I DOUBT THAT YOU WANT THAT!!"

"YOU KNOW WHAT, YOU'RE RIGHT!"

"Thank you, I'm sorry for yelling at you. No-"

"I WOULDN'T WANT TO FEEL WHATEVER SMALL SHRIMP YOU HAVE ANYWAYS!"

"IT IS NOT SMALL AT ALL, IT IS WAY LARGER THAN YOU WILL EVER BE!!"

"YEAH?"

"YEAH!"

"THAN PROVE IT BITCH, MAKE ME FEEL IT!"

"YOU ARE ASKING A GUY TO FUCK YOU!!"

"SO WHAT, I WOULD HAVE TITS AND A PUSSY, SO ITS NOT GAY!!"

"NO, I REFUSE, I DON'T KNOW WHY I EVEN-"

"LIKE I FIGURED,A SMALL DICK LOSER!! TELL ANY WOMAN YOU FUCK ABOUT ME, SO ATLEAST THEY CAN KNOW A REAL MAN THAT CAN FUCK THEM EXISTS!!"

"THAT'S IT!! NO MORE CONSIDERATION!! MAKE A CHOICE NOW YOU BASTARD!! BE SMART AND SAY NO AND KEEP YOUR PATHETIC DICK, OR AGREE AND I WILL FUCK THE EVER LOVING SPIRIT OUT OF YOU."

"LISTEN WELL BROTHER, LIKE I SAID, GIVE ME TITS AND THE CHICKEN HORSE. AND I WILL GRIND YOUR DICK TO DUST WITH MY PUSSY!"

"THAT'S NOT HOW PUSSY'S WORK!!"

"YOU WOULD KNOW WOULDN'T YOU, YA PUSSY!!" I heard the dragon yell and then silence.

I, for a second, thought I went too far and the Dragon didn't accept, but then I felt a strange sensation. My **** senses wasn't great, yet even impaired they couldn't miss my masculine form turning feminine. I couldn't process most of the changes, only the two main ones. The pussy that replaced my dick, and who I declared will be grinding the dragon dick away, and my beloved tits, almost as good as the promised chicken horse. I saw as they swelled on my chest, and instantly grabbed hard on them and-OWW! Shit, is that what girls feel when you crush their tits! I now feel very sorry for that last girl a few weeks ago, that I got a little carried away with. She was freaky and said she didn't mind, but still.

A loud whooshing noise sounded in my ears, and a torrent of orange-red flames surrounded me, taking me away.

To my badass chicken mount.

Vanrir

I prowled the forest looking for a good spot to slumber for the night, as the sun was setting. The hunt for food today was bountiful, if not lonely. And those people I saved from that roving ice monster, have stopped giving chase. Only one of their spears had hit their mark and it was merely a flesh wound. I found a grove of trees that should hide my bulk and went inside to rest for the night. Before slumber took me, the land around me took on an orange-red light. I looked at the sky and saw a star had fell.

A Dragonfall.

Just like all the stories I had overheard from the humanoid camps, it was beautiful. If I remember those tales well, then a wish upon the dragon shall make it true, though only if the dragon approves. I had nothing to lose and knew that as the son of the Everwolf, I should be interesting to the dragon. Sure enough, I heard a voice in my head, the dragon's, and knew what it wanted from me.

I was overjoyed as what it wanted was what I wished. True companionship, yet he desired even more. While I was content with mere friendship, it wanted to go a step further and become mates, and said that it could offer me the ability to shift into a different form, one that could blend in with others and make mating between us possible and pleasant. I was even happier, as I never truly hoped for anything more than friends, yet would not deny any opportunity for more.

I agreed and felt as its magic began to shift my form and was made aware to all the changes. I lost my much greater than giant stature in favor for a five foot six height. I only grew hair upon my now human head, and said hair became white as snow, just like my fur. My furless skin was pale and my eyes were golden. I grew a chest that was modest when compared to other females I have seen and possessed a firm butt. My body had a lean muscular frame and what I believe the humans called a six pack. The most notable change that required no magical help to feel, was the lost of my 'package' and the weird feeling of something replacing it. I waited for the change to settle, then turned into my wolf form again, and saw that in both forms, I was no longer a son of the Everwolf, but a daughter. A purple portal appeared before me when I was done inspecting myself. I turned back into a human woman and moved to the portal, and grew uncomfortable by the whooshing sound in my ears. It would be worth it, if this meant I was on my way to see my husband.

To my friend.

Glachiildir

I shot forth the shards of ice against those who dared to raid my tribe. I knew that these people were no mere raiders in search of essential supplies, but the followers of Thrak, the Kaldgrim god of Persistence and ****. He and his followers were far more active in their hunt for my people, and all people tied to the Old Gods and Dhakepra, then any other gods, as befitting his domain. Before I was created from the fusion of man and elemental, this latest group would have ended everything my human half held dear, yet with the grace of the Old Gods, these villains were stopped. I knew they would not be the last though, the enemies of my people were like a never ending stream.

I wished I could hunt my enemies proactively, stop any plan to hurt my people from even starting, yet I was only a single being. I and my tribe have tried to convince the Old Gods to make more of our warriors like me, yet they deemed only me worthy. While a great honor, it meant that I was the greatest defense my people had and if I left to enact ****, then the enemy gods would take advantage and I would lose everything. And I knew they watch, as I had tested such things before. One such experiment was to tell my entire tribe that I would be gone for two weeks, back to the Mountains of the Gods to beseech the Old Gods again, and then pretended to make my way there. When a day pass, I turned back and made it on time to stop a raid by the combined forces of the followers of Ordin and Ravenna, one of the few times their followers actually got along.

The last of the raiders fell, most of the fallen had ice imbedded into their bodies, and as I look around for any more threats, the light from the sky pierced the blizzard raging around me, bestowing the land with a orange-red light. The warriors that helped me fight the raiders, stopped looting the bodies and looked up in shock. Though all who were imbued with powers over frost had dulled emotions, the shock of seeing the mythical event and the hope it could bring still flooded my mind.

A Dragonfall.

Then for the first time in all those years since I became what I am, I heard the Old Gods speak to me. It spoke of how I should make a wish, any wish, and the dragon would grant it. They spoke of how the Dragon had made a pact with them and were bequeathed three of their relics and shall land in Andor. They also told me what the dragon would want, and that the Old Gods were interested in seeing his wants accomplished. They told me that the firstborn made between me and the dragon shall be given to the Old Gods and attune them to this age, bringing back a massive amount of their waning power. I was beyond honored and couldn't wait to bring about their will. Though to be made a woman was a... uncomfortable thought, to mother the one that shall bring the Old Gods back to prominence was far too important to let such thoughts effect me.

I looked at the falling star, at my future ally and father of my children, and thought of what wish to make. The Gods said that the wish didn't matter, so what did I want. I wanted to help the Old Gods yet just by having my wish fulfilled, they would get everything they want. I thought deeply and then realized that the dragon would be unaccustomed to the world and thus unaccustomed to the ways that my people follow. And as our children shall have my blood, they WILL know of their heritage and where their ancestors came from. I looked into the sky and made my wish.

'Dragon, husband-to-be, as declared by the Old Gods! Let me be your guide in this world! And though you might not worship them as I do, I ask that you learn of the ways of the Old Gods and that any child of ours shall also be taught the same things!

Just as the Old Gods said, I felt the magic of the dragon accept me, and as was implied, the magic changed my form. I had already had my formed change once when my two forms merged, and instantly knew that this transformation was far more pleasant. Their was no pain of losing parts of ones self, nor intolerable cold or warmth as your being fused to something that ran with drastically different temperatures. It was a bodily tingle that was the only sign of my body turning feminine. Slender build, widened hips, inflated chest, and a more desirable butt, was all the features that was added visually. Unseen was the lost of eight inches of male meat, replaced by a feminine cavern which ended in a womb that could make impossibilities. Such impossibilities that I sense the magic make, was the ability to spawn a new race that was just like me, mortal and elemental aspects combined. I could feel the magic happening further, refining my form to enhance womanly traits and diminish anything that told of my masculine origins.

When the transformation was done, a purple portal appeared before me. I gazed at it for a second and then turned to my second-in-command that leads the warriors in my stead. She gazed at me in alarm and confusion, yet I didn't have time to explain.

"Return to camp with haste, and have our people move to the south-western lands. I do not know when I shall return, yet when I do, I shall have the power of a Greater Dragon behind me. Our people will no longer fear certain destruction, and the Old Gods shall no longer be forbidden within these lands!" I shouted the last sentence to all the warriors and heard shouts of joy and triumph. I turned and made my way into the portal, a whooshing sound filling my ears.

The Old Gods shall reign once more.

Brynhildr

I walked down the streets of my town, having returned from a raid, and saw that even the victory against as numerically superior tribe didn't change the looks given. I noticed the looks and felt no rage at them, I only felt Shame.

A dwarf that couldn't hold her **** was an embarrassment to her clan and to her self. No matter how much I drink, and overdrink, I couldn't raise my tolerance. A human that was passing by, A HUMAN, wanted a drinking contest and I was the first one out! The ridicule I suffered for weeks for that, only lessened a few days ago, and only because I kept failing in all matters relating to drinking. While that would normally make the taunts worse, the reality was far more terrible. I saw the pity in their eyes, and heard their taunts in the silence that the pity made. I would rather hear a hundred terrible jokes and jests, then to walk into a pub and see the fake smiles as they pass a tankard to me.

I was once inundated with date proposals and raid companions ever since eighteen, yet when I turned the drinking age of twenty-six and had my weakness shown, not a single person tried again. I don't blame them, a dwarf that can't drink was merely a stocky gnome. I just wished I wasn't so dedicated to raiding during those years of praise and flirting. I was so intent on training and planning, that I never made time for a man or woman. And now it seemed as if no one would have time for me either. A sober, virgin dwarf, how pathetic.

My brooding about **** and my weakness to it, was interrupted by an orange-red light, and turned my gaze to the heavens. The falling star, a sign of hope, hope to wash out the shame in a tide of booze.

A Dragonfall.

'Please, Greater Dragon, remove my shame and return my honor! I will give you all that you want for this favor, just let me out drink any dwarf in the world!' I didn't even hesitate before I wished, as any price was better then pity.

I saw the purple portal appear before me and heard shouts of alarm from the people around. I almost smirked at the portal before I heard the words come in.

"Wait, is she really going to ask a dragon to be allowed to properly drink?"

"I would! I mean, can you imagine letting a HUMAN beat you at drinking!?"

"If I was her-"

I rushed through the portal before more attention was brought. A blush of shame on my cheeks. I just learned what was worse then pity or taunts. It was Taunts that oozed pity. A whooshing sound filled my ears as I traveled to my dream.

To be the best dwarven drinker ever!

Gromna

I cried behind my fathers house, the hall of the chieftain. The sounds of a fading celebration echoed in the air to me. The sounds of what that celebration was about soon rang out and made me cry harder.

The Festival of the New Generation was a time were the orc-kin males and females of the Deus Vult faith, held contests and dances. All in the effort of finding an appropriate mate to have children with. I knew from growing up that I was not the best looking, as the taunts and insults I heard made clear, and I knew my half sisters had a horde a men waiting to mate with them while not a single one looked at me. Yet to go through Six Festivals with not a single men even kissing her was beyond humiliating and discouraging. I saw the looks of disgust as the men looked at my lithe frame and oversized chest, and saw the looks of pity on the faces of women as they left with mates to get fucked by. I even have heard in the last two festivals that I was evidence that my father's seed has gone stale. I was the last of my siblings that my father made, due mostly to the fact that the healers told my mother that another child could prove fatal. While six of his children were perfect specimens, they focused on his seventh and last, me, and saw the weakening of a bloodline. Though none said it to his face, the words were spoken everywhere where the chief wasn't. They had no such restraint around me.

Princess Gromna the chaste, Virgin daughter of the vigorous chief, kissless orcess, and many other titles were yelled and cheered at my face. I have, regrettably, made these claims have more weight every time I failed at finding a mate. I have tried seductive poses, intense flirting, submissive dirty talk, and have even gotten on my knees and beg the men while they were drunk to take my virginity, and all those attempts failed. After an uncountable number of tries, I stopped after a... demonstration was made.

I was taken in my sleep by my five sisters, to a building full of men and women my own age. The men took turns pointing out my unattractive traits and then the women would call out all my pathetic attempts at seduction. They did this in pairs of one man and one woman and they would fuck before me. I was tied to the ground while they fucked standing up above me, and I was treated to all my sisters and all the girls of my age get what I was denied. The juices of the men wasn't even allowed on me as one of the other girls quickly lapped any cum that could fall off the two rutting forms above me before they fell. I was only given sprays of fem cum, taunts, insults, and the affirmation that none of the men would fuck her.

I may have stopped trying to 'seduce' men, but my sisters grew to love showing me my inferiority. 'Cucking' as they eventually found out the name of what they were doing was called. I was made to see all the men inseminate my sisters one by one by one, and saw in the following months as their bellies grew. They had once always tied me up for the show, yet recently they merely ordered me to watch and I dutifully did, knowing I couldn't escape and would be punished for looking away. The most aggressive of my sisters, Grilla, even put a pelt over me while I was in a chair and had a line of men seed her on top of me. I felt the **** that the men thrusted into Grilla with and felt shame and sadness wash over my form. Made all the worse, was the fact that it was the closest to true sex I have ever gotten. Eventually, my sisters even stopped me from masturbating when they caught me, tying my hands behind my back, and fucking any men they wanted on my bed. Then leaving me tied up in the room to take in the smell of sex, only being freed when they changed my bedding so I could never get close to male seed.

Some people took pleasure in proving their strength, others in their wealth, but my sister took joy in their beauty and bodies and in how I was lacking of those two things.

My tears abated as the sky turned orange-red and I looked up. The tears might make my vision blurry, yet the falling star of such beauty that the songs spoke of, couldn't be mistaken.

A Dragonfall.

I felt hope fight against sorrow, and quickly made my wish.

'Please! Great Dragon! Make me beautiful, I beg you! I will do whatever you want, just... just make my body pleasing to men.' After all my 'seduction' attempts and through all my 'Cucking', I thought I didn't have any dignity left, and yet apparently I did as begging a Dragonfall to look better made my sadness worse, yet my hope was undimmed.

The Dragon gave pity to me and a purple portal appeared before me. I couldn't get up fast enough, and felt my face stretch far wider than I ever felt before. I quickly moved towards the portal yet was stopped by a voice a distance away calling for me.

"Gromna! Gromna! Where are you? Do you really want to be alone during this wonderful time? Come here, a few men want to see you! A party larger than ever is happening and you are the main guest of honor!" The voice of Grilla called to me, and I saw the group she led appear around the hall. She was accompanied by two of my other sister and even by my brother, who never before joined in the 'Cucking' that I went through. He turned pitying eyes towards me that widened with shock at the portal in front of me.

"Gromna! get away from there!" He exclaimed in fear, caring for me still, even though it was obvious that he would had planned to participate in my humiliation. He rushed and I quickly turned back to the portal and sprinted through, a whooshing noise sounding my escape from my tormentors and their 'party'.

Time to become beautiful.

Frunda

The caravan around me cheered as I slew the last raiding ogre, its immense bulk meant nothing compared to my skill and strength. Though to the onlookers it may have seemed easy, I knew I struggled too hard. Hard being relative as even with an ogre's natural size and strength, if they were as uncoordinated and untrained as the ones I fought were, then it wasn't too difficult. The problem was in the fact that I should have won a whole minute earlier. I have noticed that I was becoming slower in recent months, yet this proved it without question. I was growing old.

I feared and resented the idea ever since I was twenty-four and my parents were felled, not by sword or magic, but by their bodies giving out. Seeing the fierce and gorgeous man and woman I loved, become frail, wrinkly, and ****, has stuck with me, like an inescapable nightmare. I never wanted to become weak, to stop being a warrior, to have my beauty and strength sapped from me. I desired to live a glorious life and fight to my last breath, to keep giving bards and writers inspiration for many more years to come. If only there was a way.

The cheers of the caravan ceased, and those amongst its members that were looting the dead ogres also stopped. the world was bathed in an orange-red light, and when I looked up to see the sight that ancient songs sung about, I smiled.

A Dragonfall.

Though the potential cost of making a pact with a Greater Dragon could be great, an uncertain cost was better than a certain fate. I cast my wish into the heavens.

'Grant me eternal youth and vigor, Great One! Let my body never wither until its last breath is taken in battle, and I will fulfill any demands you make of me!'

A purple portal appeared twenty feet before me and shocked all those in attendance. I smirked and strode forth, a whooshing sound filling my ears as I was sent elsewhere.

To a never aging future.

Alnir

I beat the last tribesman and he fell into the snow, just like his comrades, groaning. I nodded and grinned at them, turning around and leaving. The whole tribe had no weaklings to be culled, fought well together, and were strategic. If all of Kaldgrim had tribes like this than the Everwolf would have never been sent by Ordin to get them ready. Thinking of the day that I fought the wolf and was given the revelation by it, still brought a smile to my face. Ever since then, I have done as the wolf would have done, and have tested many to make them stronger. Once, I fought merely to relieve my boredom and though I never lost a battle, I never stopped being bored. When the wolf beat me and told me of its mission, it made me change. Now, I fought to ready Kaldgrim for any trials ahead of it, and even with weak opponents, have never felt my soul languish. Even now, I make my way to another tribe that I knew made a home nearby, the home that the tribe I just defeated had planned to raid. On the way, the light of the snow covered forest changed, becoming an orange-red. I gazed skyward and saw the mythical falling star.

A Dragonfall.

I felt my veins heat up at the idea of a Greater Dragon coming and the power it could have, and made my wish in an instant.

'Let me fight you! Show me your strength as I will show mine, and let the strongest win!' I grinned at the thought of fighting a worthy foe. I might be content with continuing the Wolf's will, yet a part of me will always desire an epic fight. I also believe that the Wolf would want to challenge the Dragon as well, if only to be sure that it was as strong as legends spoke of.

I heard a voice appear in my mind, and it spoke of what it wanted in return for the fight. I didn't care about my gender, and have little to no thoughts about relationships or children. Though unusual for dragon kind, I didn't really want to mate, for pleasure or procreation, yet if it meant a fight like never before, then it would make sense that the stakes were raised! I sent forth the idea that if it gave a worthy fight, then I shall submit to its magic and become a woman and bear it many young. I felt as the dragon agreed and a purple portal appeared before me and I stomped through, a whooshing noise surrounding me.

I couldn't wait for the fight.

Agrim

I offered up the spirit of the slain deer to the Old Gods, the blood on my hands still fresh and warm. I felt as the Gods accepted and grinned. It was a worthy hunt and had given a great amount of trouble, its soul would undoubtedly be welcomed amongst the many. I set about with the skinning and when I was done packing everything away that I could collect, walked away, leaving nature to claim the remnants. I endeavored to return home before it became too late and hostile.

I donned my cloak made of many ravens, and brought forth my magic. I felt as my form was altered, becoming akin to a humanoid raven, and with a caw, took flight. Of all the forms I had learned and gained, those that gave flight was my preference. Like an ancient scholar once said, 'when a mortal has touched the heavens, there his gaze will always be set, for there he once was, and there he longs to forever be'. It was the same with me on my first flight. Seeing the world from on high was an experience I would never give up, and why I will always revere the Old Gods, for only they amongst all the Gods, allow their people to be like birds.

The air I flew in and the ground beneath me became bathed in an orange-red light. I turned my flight around to confirm what the lights indicated and saw the Falling Dragon.

A Dragonfall.

Though many forms I have gained, I have never taken the form of any dragon. They were too great for me to fell alone, and I had no allies to assist me in the task. My clan that birthed me and were the origins of my powers were wiped out by that fool god, Dovanok, deity of nature and law, and his followers. I have been all alone since then and have never minded the silence and isolation, yet still wished for assistance in gaining a dragon hide. What better help than Greater Dragon. I formed a wish and sent it forth.

'Greater Dragon, I ask for the skin of a dragon that is suited for Kaldgrim! Fulfill this wish of mine and I shall gladly make a pact with you!'

As the wish was made, I felt a pulse of magic below and saw a purple portal open on the ground. I descended rapidly and flew into the portal without hesitation, a whooshing sound was made during my trip through. I smirked as well as a humanoid raven with a beak mouth could smirk.

Time to take a dragon form.

Ignar

I beat the paltry amount of Dragonite I was given into the desired shape, a mere ring. I gritted my teeth at the idea of such fantastic metal being used in a trivial way. After making sure it was flawless, it always was but no need to get lazy, I moved to the front where the customer was. A noble who obviously didn't know nor care of the waste of such valuable metal. I set the ring next to nine others of its kind, and gave the price of my work. The nobles smile tightened as the cost was greater than he thought, yet I did not budge on the price, no matter how he haggled. He gave up in a huff and paid for the rings.

I sighed, as the only 'true' challenge I had faced in the last four years left. Disappointing as the requested shape was, the opportunity to do anything with Dragonite had made my week. I first worked the mythic metal when I was only nineteen, and ever since then, I was addicted. It did not yield like other metals were, It was tamed. It was akin to beating a dragon into submission, and the rush of victory I felt when I finish a work of Dragonite, was beyond words. Yet the metal was scarce, and with the metal only coming from a Dragonfall, I was unlikely that I would-

The light from my windows transitioned into an orange-red radiance, just as the legends fortold. I rushed outside and saw the object of my thoughts were made manifest.

A Dragonfall.

I wouldn't let the chance of forging fresh Dragonite slip by, and made a wish.

'Dragon wrapped in treasure, Hear my offer. Give to me, a Dragonfalls worth of Dragonite and I shall forge great works for you! I, alone of all the Worlds smiths, can make any intricate design you might ask for! Give me the opportunity to work my dreams, and your horde shall have the most priceless of gifts!'

I felt as the dragon accepted readily, and saw a purple portal appear back in my shop through my windows. I rushed back inside, grabbed the most essential of tools, and hurried into the portal. A whooshing noise began as I was taken to the sight of the Dragon's Landing. I wonder if the Dragon's breath was exotic. I hope so.

The exotic crafts were always the best

Yolfi

I left the settlement behind, the people there waving me goodbye, the poison I put in the food supply should be enough to cripple it for when the neighboring tribe invades in two days, or they will if the rumors my former hosts speak of was true. I gave a quick prayer to the Ur-wrym for his guidance in this matter, and continued on my way. The ease of which I could deceive people into thinking I was a nice and harmless healer was almost laughable. I didn't expect much from humans, yet even I had some expectation in regards to their intellect, yet I was disappointed, like usual. I only wish that I knew which tribes were lead by dragons, so I could devote my time in helping the children of the Chaos Dragon prosper. Not that I would dare claim that I was better in any way then a dragon, only that I was willing to help them.

I was moving to a tribe that was allied to the settlement I just left, when the world around me, took on an orange-red hue. I gasped and look towards the sky and sure enough, saw the direct descendent of the Ur-wrym, a Greater Dragon. I couldn't believe it was already that time.

A Dragonfall.

The start of a new age, and the reign of another apex lifeform that joins the list of the other Five. Ixtacotak, Titania, Tethos, Luna, and Baalphazran, the sons and daughters of the greatest god. I looked upon the Sixth and excitedly and without reservation, made my wish.

'Great Dragon-God, welcome to your birthright, Elderia! Allow me to be your humble servant, and I shall be dutiful in all ways for the rest of my life!' I saw no greater honor than to serve the son of The Scaled One, and shall treat him as if he was his father himself.

I saw a purple portal appear before me, and I rushed on through, tears of joy springing forth that such a superior being took pity on a weak former ****. A whooshing sound accompanied me in my travel to my lord. I couldn't wait to see his magnificence.

The magnificence of a Greater Dragon.

Morrigan

A Dragonfall.

I stood watch over the Summerstones, as I have always done with my sisters, both in blood and not, staring into the blanket of snow that was always around us, unchanging except for the orange-red light of the falling star. For generations, the Circle of Summer's Heart, my family, has stood vigil, awaiting any threat to come our way to disrupt the life giving artifacts. And for generations no serious danger has made itself known. However, recently I have felt that the ages of peace will quickly come to an end. Whether paranoia or some intuition, I now believe that we are too weak to protect our charge and with the wish giving event above me, I see a solution. We had known that a Dragonfall was coming soon thanks to Ravenna, and made a decision. I created a chant that imbued the thoughts of an individual with more weight than was normal, and convinced my sisters to circle me and begin the chant when they saw the falling star. It was decided that since I created the chant due to my great talent and knowledge of druidic magic, that I should be the focus of the chant, and make the pact with the Dragon, and when it called for a price, the whole Circle would pay. This plan would not only draw the Dragon's attention better than anyone else, but what it stood to gain, made it almost impossible for it to deny. I looked up, shoving any second thoughts aside, and made the wish.

'Great Dragon of the Sixth Dragonfall! We beseech thee, make what generations have kept safe invulnerable! Make it immovable and indestructible! Do so and all that the Circle of Summer's Heart was, is, and can be shall be yours!'

I felt as the plan succeeded as I felt the Dragon connect to my mind. It told what it expected from the whole Circle. All twenty of its members shall be wed to it and become its harem, and shall give it love and companionship, as it will give us. And it will fill our bellies with whelps that shall be the next generation of the Circle, a Circle that shall be comprised of ageless and powerful Scalelings. I heaved a grateful sigh with a blush and felt all the tension in my shoulders leave. I was willing and expecting to endure even greater sacrifices than marriage and a Circle made stronger, this was almost as good as my wish. I agreed to its terms, and turned in time to see a torrent of orange-red flames engulf the Summerstones, the really smooth floating white stone grew veins of Lilac energy, and the slow bobbing of its flotation stopped. A Dark purple portal appeared twenty feet away from the stones and I saw the others around me become startled at all that happened and turned to me.

"Is- is the pact made?" Rowena, the youngest amongst us at Eighteen, asked. She was the most **** about this plan as she saw that asking a Greater Dragon to meddle with the Summerstones was a failure of our duty.

"What does it want?" It was Esme that made the question. She was the most willing of us all to interact with the dragon, though I suspect it was mostly boredom that moved her, and not any amount of trust in the Sixth.

"We are to be its wives and companions." I heard and saw the shock on all my sisters faces, and saw as that shock turn to blushes when I continued. "He also seeks to sow its seed within each of us and make the new generation of the Circle."

"S-sowing its seed? You mean we will all have to- have sex with it." Rowena asked, and if it was possible, I'm sure that steam would have lifted from her face.

"Yes dear, it means lying on our backs and letting the glorious beast rut into you, again and again." Agnes said, the oldest amongst us at Thirty-five. She was the horniest amongst us, due to years of mandatory chastity, and in the last two years, was considering leaving the Circle to find a man to make a new member with. I saw as her words made the blushes of the others worse. As fun as it was to see, I suspect that we shouldn't linger here for too long, as the Dragonfall were suppose to only last around thirty minutes or so, if even that.

"Our course is set, there is no turning back now. Hurry to the portal, no need to make the dragon wait." Upon my words I saw my sisters shuffle their feet and hesitate. I saw Agnes was the exception and strode on through. Upon her disappearance, the other followed in a more sedate fashion. Rowena was the last besides me, and waited at the portal, wringing her hands while looking at it. She turned to me, conflicted.

"Will- will the dragon actually care for us, as though we were just normal man and wife?" I tried to put as much false conviction into my words as possible, trying to hide my own uncertainties.

"I believe so, when our minds were briefly connected, I felt a being of great love, who at the base of his soul, only wanted a family. I won't lie, I don't know what its interpretation of that word means, yet any being with such desires can't be all that bad. And if you ever need help with anything it asks of you, don't hesitate to come get me. We are sisters, no matter what, and I will always be here for you." I saw as some of her nervousness leave her and she gave a small nod and smile.

"Thank you Morri, I-I guess I will see you on the other side." She turned and walked into the portal. I hoped desparately that the dragon will treat her well. Even if it was sadistic, I would ask to absorb all its malice into myself, if it means that it will be gentle with my sister, my true sister. I followed the rest into the portal, walking backwards so that the last sight I had was the Summerstones. As the whooshing sound of the teleportation filled my head, I could only think of the wish and what it promised.

Of never failing Ravenna.

Grix

I **** a smile from the side of the muscle bound man, as the chieftain boasted of his new scar from the recent raid while walking to his hut. A scar that was perilously close to his heart. He spoke of some archer that were shocked when he didn't go down and how funny the faces the archer made in pain when he got his hands on him. The brutal telling were common stories amongst the northerners, and I had become inured to all the gruesome details, yet not at the underlying detail in it all. He almost died.

While many slaves would love for such a fate to happen to their masters, I feared it greatly. No master means no protection or comforts. No master means no life of luxury where I was only asked to fuck and look pretty. Unfortunately, while I only desired a life of ease and safety, I have made peace with the fact that all of my masters had a desire to lead lives of conflict and conquest, including the boastful idiot besides me. The boasting stopped, as the lights from the sun turned an orange-red.

A Dragonfall.

I was like all the others, and looked towards the sky. I had never considered abandoning any of my masters, However, I have been in too many life threatening moments to count and did not relish getting into more. This could work out well for me, as while the warlords I had served gave ample amenities, they surely paled in the face of what a Greater Dragon could provide, especially where security was concerned. There our fewer things stronger than a Greater Dragon, and none that treasured what they possessed as greatly as it. I made a wish and hope it listened.

'Master, please claim me from the fool besides me, and make me yours! Give me the comforts that your concubines are given, and I shall swear eternal loyalty to you!' I didn't truly see Magar as a fool, yet any man would love to hear from a woman how they were better than their partner and were more desired. I felt the dragon agree, and yet sent me knowledge of my future life. I saw the power of the coming dragon and felt like nothing shall hurt me, I heard from it the plans it has and imagined the grandeur I would be around. What is marriage and giving birth to a few children, in the face of such opulence. I agreed and felt the chief jump in shock from me when orange-red sparks flew around me, and quickly grew to a wall of flames. I heard as the man started to curse, and hurled insults at my master that was in the sky. I kept my face in a shocked and scared look. If Magar ever found me, I could easily say the dragon misinterpreted my wish, and direct the chief to face the dragon to free me with ease, essentially leading him to his **** and having the dragon be my shield. As a whooshing noise overcame my hearing, I almost dropped the act for a smile of joy.

At the idea of a long life of luxury.