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It was an odd place.  Deep within the recesses of the temple, it waited.  A light that should not have been gave depth and definition to pillars and paths.  A soft blue glow, seeming to stem from the very air itself, filled the place, shimmering and sliding across the walls.  Liquid light.  Ephemeral.  A calm filled the place, though darkness loomed in every corner.  Threatening.  Wanting.  But the light remained.  For without light, there can never be shadow.

Something stirred in the darkness.  A flash of gold, of blue, or raven black.  Out of the darkness a being came.  Nameless, it came forth, the light seeming to bend towards it, settling on the blue gems adorning a copper crown.  A hiss of water over flesh, the soft ring as droplets fell echoed in the blue-lit chamber.  The one from the darkness stood from the water’s depths, walking through it with the grace of rivers.  She—as such a stunning being could only be—paused in her flowing walk, dark eyes scanning.

The chamber had changed since she last awoke.

Water had worn away the detailed runes in the pillars, had taken their magic within itself.  She could feel it in her veins, the subtle pulsing of light.  As the water stirred around her, so too did light, for it was not from the air the glow came, but from the living water.  Ages ago, when her kind were remembered, this place had been a gathering hall, a cavalcade for those like her.  Fingertips trailing across the water’s surface, she could feel the ages pass, feel the lost memories of the water.  

She wandered on.

The light followed her, trailing in her wake wherever the water stirred, scattering its glow along the worn columns and aged rock.  So much had changed…  The water was silent to her, as if it had gone mute.  They were gone then.  With a weary sigh, she closed her eyes, lamenting the loss.  They were gone.  She had hoped it would not be so soon.  She had hoped it would have been long after her own death.  Opening her eyes once more, she could feel the water stir around her, sharing in her sadness.  They were gone at last.

Ever onward still, she came to the greatest chamber, where they had resided.  Their eternal home.  And now abandoned to the water.  The water would keep this place sacred, would protect it as long as there was still water to be had, long after the last of her kind was gone.  But they were gone.  The Guardians.  Had the water been able to tell her of death, she would have called on its memory, just to know how they had fallen.  But water remembered only change, not life or the end.  It remembered taking in the runes, and changing the columns and byways.  It remember the changing of the air, the breezes that would somehow make their way down through the earth to this sacred place.  It remembered change.  But not death.  It would not even remember her death.

Slowly, she took a step forward, the light in the water almost hesitant to follow in her wake, to shine as the water shifted.  She ignored it for now.  She was near them now, where the great Guardians had slept and watched, living water in flesh made real.  Just as herself, but with a different purpose.  She could still see where they had stood, could imagine their figures, shimmering softly in the ephemeral glow, seeming nothing but shadow and light.  Living water.  Fingertips trailing beside her, she yearned for the presence of the Guardians, to see them once more before her time came to join the water once more.  But they were gone.

The water stirred around her, but not of her own doing.  The light shifted and her closed eyes opened sharply.  Many things could lurk in the water, despite the warding runes.  Dark creatures lived within the depths.  Turning, she tried to find the source, following the swirls of water and light, fingertips reading the water for the change in currents that signaled passage and movement.  But the water was indifferent to whatever creature circled her, uncaring of what happened.  Change.  Only change.  Her breath caught as the water in front of her stirred, the glow revealing a dark shape surfacing.

A finned head emerged.

Falling to her knees, she could have cried out in joy had her throat been willing to work.  The creature before her, a dragon of old, swam fluidly towards her, almost a part of the water.  Living water.  A Guardian at last.  Gently, she reached out and it wrapped itself around her arm, allowing her to lift it from the water.  As it cascaded of its shimmering scales, the water glowed wherever it touched, gilding the edges of the dragon’s scales, of its myriad of fins, of its eyes, jaw, and claws.  She could only gaze upon it, hands cradling it gently.  She could not help the gentle smile.

This piece was actually based on a painting done by *Ironshod called "Water Dragon." Ironshod asked us writers if we had a story to go with the image, besides it being an excuse to paint a dragon, that is. So, being inspired, here is my telling of the piece.

I used a little different technique in this one, trying to go for a more...ancient and nameless wonder rather than something that could be explained in plain language. I have no idea whether I hit my mark or not, considering this was written between 12 and 2:30 am. Anyway, I'm actually rather fond of the idea now, having written it out. I may do something with characters like this, though I have no idea what.

Anyway, the original image can be found here: [link]
I highly recommend taking a gander at it, for it is beautifully rendered, and it helps the story make a little more sense.

So yeah! Enjoy my sleep-deprived writings!

The profile image is *Ironshod's "Water Dragon" She kindly let me use it as the preview for this story.
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HumanInYourEyes Featured By Owner Nov 23, 2012  Hobbyist Artist
This is amazing the art the writing it all fits so well ,i just......... you did very well.
xotz Featured By Owner Aug 11, 2012
michaela72 Featured By Owner Jul 22, 2012
Sooo beautiful...
RavensIrishGirl Featured By Owner Mar 14, 2011
It's a good read. In my experience the best stories or poetry are written at that time of night. Well done. :clap:
ZItheDRAGON Featured By Owner Aug 8, 2008  Hobbyist General Artist
this goes really well with the image ^.=.^
draco13 Featured By Owner Aug 9, 2008
Thank you! I definitely had fun writing this. The picture was just the inspiration I needed to get my butt in gear.
ZItheDRAGON Featured By Owner Aug 9, 2008  Hobbyist General Artist

ok ^.=.^
celticdragonfyre Featured By Owner Aug 8, 2008
ah very nicely done! I was going to do one but dang, ya beat me to it, oh sleep deprived one!
platinummyr Featured By Owner Aug 8, 2008  Hobbyist Writer
Fairly good work. *glad to see you back!!!*

You capture the "ancient feel" fairly well, but there are words I would change. Not sure how to exactly point them out, since it's not really a conscious though process for me.

The biggest one is the use of "moving on", which just sounds less epic, you know? Too conversational of a tone.

Maybe also work on some of her thoughts... But the idea is very well done.

And I love how it fits the feel of the picture as well!!

*Good job*
draco13 Featured By Owner Aug 9, 2008
Yeah, it's been a while, hasn't it? Just been busy with a lot of things, mainly college coming up soon. But anyway...

Thanks for the comment. After rereading it, I agree with you there. And I will definitely work on the phrasing of some parts a bit more.
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