#daealla

If you guys would like to do it please feel free to send them in. All characters are welcome, including Daealla and the others that aren’t ROs (implemented or otherwise).

You are correct. A Dracaryean's form is tied to their personality, and the colors of the scales reflect it.

Loreena: She would be a red dragon because those are the first ones on the battle field. Just like Loreena always is. She's just as fierce as any Dracaryean warrior. Never leaving a man behind if she could help it. She would be the warrior class.

Robin/Robyn: R would be a green dragon because those are usually the partners of the red. While not weak they are like the archers to a knight. Or a rogue to a warrior... if that makes sense. Their agility and speed can deal a lot of damage but they can take serious damage if they're not careful.

Edmund: I could see Edmund as a red dragon too, and while he a warrior I'm not picking red because of that. I'm picking it because Edmund is a very passionate person. And the red dragons embody that. When they feel they feel with a burning hot fire. (He would also be a warrior class.)

Esmé: Esmé would be a platinum dragon. For those were the one's that were filled to the brim with elegance and class. Their scales sparkling like millions of diamonds in the sun. Esmé embodies what a platinum Dracaryean is. She would be a diplomatic Dracaryean.

Ayleth: Ayleth would be a gold dragon, because those were the ones that were most adept at magic. Being able to wield their Dracaryean powers proficiently within and outside of their draconian form. Ayleth would be a warrior Dracaryean but the mage portion.

Cedric: Cedric would be a blue dragon. While he is a warrior through and through, something much greater shines within him. His loyalty. Blue dragons were the most loyal of all the Dracaryean. Never one to tell someone else's secret, and making sure that the ones they loved were safe. (Cedric would be a warrior class too.)

Caspian: Caspian would be a black dragon. Black dragons were the scouts/spies for the Dracaryean. Being able to fly through the night and never be seen. The shadows seemingly attaching and reattaching to their forms.

Aghadi: Aghadi would be a red dragon too. But again not because he's a warrior, although that plays a part. It's because of his strength and perseverance to keep going. Despite all the odds pulling him down, he will always get back up to fight again. Especially if it meant keeping the ones he loved safe.

Alister: Alister would be a white dragon. White dragons were the purest of all Dracaryean. For they never wanted to harm a thing, unless there was just cause. They protect with their entire being and do everything within their power to solve something without bloodshed. Because they believe that there was enough unhappiness in the world, and that the good should finally shine through.

I’m happy to hear that 😄, the twins hold a special place in my heart and I’m so happy that so many of you care for them like I do. They will have their happy ending someday, even though that someday will be far off in the future it will still be there.

Yes, I can never stress enough how bad of a man Merrick was. Of course he did have his moments but over all he wasn't good. He didn't start out that way but years can change people. Warp them into something they never knew they could become.

Aghadi: The Aghadi situation was detrimental to everything that Aghadi is today. It was because of his father that he trained so hard. It was because of his father that he lost so much in his life, whether it be his friends or the love of his life. Merrick took everything from Aghadi because he didn't want his heir to be weak. And the reason Aghadi was Merrick's heir, and not Keane or Daealla, is simply because he saw more in Aghadi. He saw something that he could shape to his advantage. He saw Aghadi's heart and clear love for his country. He saw the potential that Aghadi had when in terms to fighting and politics. He saw everything from the moment Aghadi was born, and that changed everything.

Daealla: Daealla was in a much similar situation, but different all the same. As Daealla was growing up she wasn't allowd to act like a normal child, even though she always wanted to. She wanted to go outside and actually play with the other children of the palace. However, she was never allowed to because her studies were more important and Merrick would never allow her to be anything but the best. Obviously Daealla stopped being fazed by it after a while. She stopped wondering what the cool autumn breeze would feel like on her skin. She stopped listening to the sound of children laughing in the courtyard and wondering what made them do so. She stopped reminiscing what it would be like to feel like an actual child, because she wasn't. She was the eldest child to Emperor Merrick. She had responsibilities that she needed to uphold, and nothing was going to change that. And she was fine with her lot in life until it started occurring to Aghadi, and when she saw what was happening to him? She completely broke down (she only ever let's her emotions show when in regards to people she cares for) and tried to do everything in her power to make him actually have a childhood. Just because she didn't have one doesn't mean he couldn't.

Of course, Merrick noticed what she was doing almost instantly. And to say he was pissed would be an understatement. Daealla still has some of the scars from when he found her holding Aghadi after a nightmare. She can still hear his words, snarled into her ear as she was thrown against the floor. "You're making him weak by mothering him. You're going against everything that I have worked for. And you'll be punished exactly like the miscreants that break my rules." After that night Daealla was sent away for her studies. Losing contact with Aghadi for almost three years before she was able to send him a letter. A letter that he never received because it was burned before it even reached his desk.

Keane: As for Keane... do you really have to ask? He was the favored child in almost everything. He was given anything he could ever wish for with little to no repercussions. However, Merrick had always known that he could never be Emperor. His drive and motivation were too skewed for Ioria. He didn't have Aghadi's skill nor did he have Daealla's brain. He was caught in the middle of two unimaginable shadows that he could never measure up to. Of course he felt inadequate but that doesn't excuse what he has done. Or how he sat back and watched as his brother went through lesson after lesson. Life slowly leaving his eyes with each one, until they were hollow.

Keane was also the only that Alina actually got to talk to, and care for. Which she has never forgiven Merrick for, but of course she could never make it right with her other two children. Not after Merrick executed her.

The sounds of the courtyard were a persistent buzzing in her ears. While they weren’t annoying she could certainly do without them. Especially when she was trying to study for her upcoming exam when she returned to school. Although it was still a long while until that day occured she was always prepared. She refused to let procrastination lead to her downfall, and she refused to fail at anything she put her mind to. Not when so much was at stake for her success. She just wishes that the courtyard of the castle could quiet down somewhat. 

Couldn’t they see how desperate she was for them to shut the hell up? 

Of course, rationally, she can’t blame them nor can she begrudge them for being so loud. It was a beautiful day and normally she would be laughing right alongside them, but not right now. Even though she wanted nothing more than to join their joyous merriment. She knows that studying was far more important. 

Closing her eyes for a moment, Daealla lets her mind clear itself from her earlier annoyance. She would normally be locked up in her room right about now, but her dear brother had wanted to show her something. And not wanting to upset Aghadi she had agreed to his secretive demand. Especially when he gave her that pleading look that always made her heart twist with sympathy. She knows how hard being Emperor was to him and how much weight he has put onto his shoulders because of it.  So the least she could do was meet him in the courtyard at noon. 

The only problem was that he was late and she was quickly losing her patience. 

Feeling a shadow cast itself over her causes Daealla to open her eyes. Her mouth already forming a retort that would quickly send whoever it was away, but before she could form the words they died on her lips. Her breath catching in her throat as she gazes at the beauty standing in front of her. 

She had never seen someone so perfect before and she couldn’t help the racing of her heart. Violet eyes quickly taking in the form before her. Passing quickly over a flowing gown that did little to hide the beautiful body underneath. Fair skin that seemed to glow in the afternoon light, and long brown hair the color of her favorite sweet. Daealla raises her gaze and meets twin pools of molten silver. Eyes that she wanted to drown and once again words were forming on her lips, but they quickly die down when a muscular arm wraps itself around the beauty. 

Her heart sinking when she recognizes the man it belongs to.

“I’m sorry we’re late, Ella, but I wanted to make sure that you would actually eat for lunch today so we stopped at the bakery that you like,” Aghadi says with a large grin on his face. Causing his obsidian black eyes to glow with warmth and the gold flecks within them to stand out more than usual. 

Mustering up a half smile she has nothing left to say but, “Thank you, Aggy, I appreciate it greatly.” With a resigned feeling worming its way into her heart she takes the offered bag of fresh smelling goods. Normally she would be over the moon at her brothers care, but she couldn’t help but feel nauseous. The feeling only grows when he pulls the beautiful goddess down beside him. His arm never strayed from her shoulders. 

“I suppose you’re going to introduce me to your friend, Aggy?” she prompts after taking a bite of her roll. Savoring the buttery treat for a moment before the nausea took its place once more. 

Shock passes across Aghadi’s features before a blush makes itself known. The red standing out against the tan color of his skin. “I’m so sorry, where are my manners?” he says sheepishly bringing his free hand to rub the back of his. “Ella this is Esme, my girlfriend.”

It's not juvenile at all, don't worry, because I completely understand what you mean. To be honest when I was first developing their relationship I had the same exact thoughts. I was just thinking about how Daealla must have been thinking about how Aghadi had gotten Esmé first. That no matter what Aghadi, her brother, would have known Esmé intimately. But, the more I developed Daealla (and in doing so her relationships with both Aghadi and Esmé) then I realized that she wouldn't care. That no matter who Esmé was with as long as she was at least given a chance then it would be okay.

Sure, there would be a little tension at first but not because of the Aghadi situation. Because, Daealla wouldn't know how to truly comprehend that she finally got Esmé. That she had finally gotten her chance.

As for the Aghadi side of the tension. Well, like I've said before, Aghadi and Esmé love each other like family. They care about one another greatly and love to see the other happy. So Aghadi wouldn't even think twice about supporting their relationship. Especially when he knows how much pain they've both been through. To see that they've finally found happiness? Well that's all Aghadi could ever ask for. He, also, knows how much Daealla suffered in silence while he was with Esmé. Never once hesitating in helping him when he was trying to plan romantic evenings. She was always there for him and he would always be there for her.