In a secret world of dragons where the strong rule over the weak, two young drakes near the bottom of the societal food chain will end up challenging the rules of society.
Gladian Meteios walked through the hallways of his family's compound, thinking about the life-changing event in his future. "The Emergence Ceremony," he said to himself. "What a drag." He ran a hand through his wild silver hair. He stood by the side of the small pool in the open-aired chamber at the end of the hallway. His reflection for the most part, was the same as it had been for the last thirty years: A tall, lean young man, with wild, untamable silver hair that fell to his shoulders, and a light ruddy tan. He was dressed in the traditional colors of his family, with a grey tunic, and blue trousers. Gladian sighed. “Man, this will be a pointless night.” He began to turn around, all of a sudden found himself in a vice grip of a headlock.
“You should really watch your back,” a deep voice said in amusement. Gladian struggled against his captor.
“Get off of me, you big lummox!”
“Ouch, where’s the love, Gladian?” The person released his hold on Gladian, who stepped back to glare at him. The man was huge, even by “normal” standards, at 6’7.” He also wore the same outfit as Gladian, except his had the crest of the Meteios clan on his back. His black hair ran smoothly down his back.
“What do you want, Gantinus?” he asked curtly. The large man grinned.
“Come on Glad, where’s the brotherly love? I was just checking up on my little sibling as he’s soon to be acknowledged.” Gladian scowled.
“I’m not a kid anymore you know. I’m just fine.”
“Take it easy bro, just making sure you’re going to represent the Meteios properly, as is my duty after all.” Gladian growled at the comment. His older brother never passed up a chance to rub it in that he was the first born, that he was to be the one to lead the family. Gladian gritted his teeth.
“I’ll represent the family properly as will be my duty during the Emergence Ceremony, so you don’t need to worry about it Gantinus. Now why don’t you go bother someone else?” Gantinus’s grin fell.
“Getting rather uppity aren’t you? Maybe I should go a round with you, just to give you a taste of your new reality.” Gladian tensed up. He knew Gantinus could and would wipe the floor with him, but he wasn’t about to back down either. Second born or not, he still had his pride. Before the situation could degenerate any further, a loud feminine voice, burst forth.
“GANTINUS!!!” The two brothers around to see a white haired beautiful girl stomp up to them, looking pissed off and ready to let loose. A lock of hair was draped over the right side of her face covering one of her green eyes, giving her a foreboding appearance. She wore a simple dress with the same colors as Gladian and Gantinus. Gladian felt a sense of relief.
“That’s our little sis alright,” he thought to himself. Gantinus waved at her with a sheepish look.
“H-hey Shi’ora,” Gantinus said nervously. Nobody ever wanted to be in her warpath when she was upset. “How’s my little sister doing?”
“Ticked,” she said simply. Why are you always messing with Gladian?”
“I’m just showing him the ropes of adulthood, sis. Nothing more than that.”
“Right,” she said skeptically. “Anyway, Father, wants to see you about the weather management for the next month.” Gantinus nods and look back at Gladian.
“I guess we’ll have to do this later, little bro. Duty calls.” Gantinus walked off towards the main house. Gladian watched his brother disappear down the hallway before turning to his little sister. “Thanks for your help Shi’ora,” he said gratefully. She grinned and flung her snow white hair out of her face, showing the small birthmark under her eye. “No problem Glad. What were you doing here, anyway?” Gladian sighed.
“I was just thinking about this stupid ceremony.” Shi’ora quirked an eyebrow at that.
“You’re not looking forward to coming of age?” Gladian shook his head.
“It’s the after I’m not exactly thrilled about. There’s not much in the future of a second-born. Just to live and work in my brother’s shadow.” The next moment stars exploded in his vision, as his sister delivered a vicious right hook, and knocked him off his feet.
“Get a hold of yourself, Gladian,” she said looking down on him. “If you don’t like the future, then it’s going to be up to you to change things.” Gladian got to his feet.
“That’s good and all sis, but how am I supposed to do that? The only way to go anywhere in this world is with power is prestige, neither of which I possess.” Shi’ora crossed her arms.
“Then you get some. You’ll have to prove yourself, worthy of the spotlight, no matter how long it takes you to do so.”
“Prove myself with what? I don’t have the kind of power or skills people look at.” Shi’ora’s gaze softened a bit.
“Doesn’t mean you don’t have any. You’re a whiz at creating wind blades, and you can come up with some pretty crazy tactics sometimes. You just have to play to your strengths. Eventually you’ll find where you can make your niche in the world.” A tired smile found its way on Gladian’s face as he contemplated what his sister said.
“You think so, sis?”
“Yup! That’s what I’m going to do at any rate. Don’t forget I’m in a similar situation too.” Gladian nodded. As she was a secondborn female, she didn’t have many options open to her except to get married off to some other family. He nodded.
“Thanks sis for the pep talk,” she grinned.
“Anytime Glad.” She turned towards the hallway towards the main house. “You coming home now?” Gladian shook his head.
“I think I’m going to take a flight. It’s the Meteios’s turn this evening and I won’t get to do this on a whim for much longer.”
“Alright, but be back in time for dinner. Mom has grilled an entire cow tonight.” Gladian smiled.
“I’ll be looking forward to it. Make sure Gantinus doesn’t sneak a calf again though. He’s already too big for his britches, can’t have them bursting now, can we?” The two of them laughed and then parted ways, with Gladian heading for the private flight deck, one of the few perks of being a noble clan, even if only a minor one. He passed the guards standing at the entrance, giving them a nod which they returned with a quick salute.
“Have a nice flight, sir,” one of them said.
“Thank you, I hope so as well,” Gladian replied. Once outside, the cool air hit Gladian with a rush. The towering mountain that was the center of Pyrrhis stood tall in front of him. The sky was rapidly reddening as the sunset approached. Gladian quickly shed his clothes and tossed them aside. He ignored the breeze over his body and focused on willing away the veil of humanity. He lurched forth getting on all fours as his bones creaked and popped, growing in length and size and becoming denser as the body expanded. Miniscule metallic plates emerged from his skin, forming his reptilian hide. Curved spikes burst from his back starting from his shoulder blades and running down the ever-expanding tail that had slithered into existence. Two large and thick leathery membranes sprang forth, one on each side of his back. His nose elongated and took over his face, becoming a long pointed muzzle. Gladian could feel his strength multiply as the raw energies surged through him throughout his transformation. When it was over Gladian stuck out his forked tongue to read the wind flow. The southeasterly flow approaching was perfect for his takeoff. He grinned, revealing his set of razor white fangs. He flapped his wings several times and jumped into the air.