Young Writers Society

So.. the story is.. Involving a curse on the angels and dark angels of the world.. those angels including dragons and mythological creatures. They are the protectors of Man, whether they like it or not. Some agree with this prophecy, that they are the Guardians Man speaks of. Others say that is not their world and they should stay out of it. And yet some, still need to be convinced there even is a Man world. Many set out on this quest from there sacred other world and abandon their lives at home. Their family. Through many hardships and threatening by Man, and sleuthing to remain undetected.. some find each other and fall in love. They sleuth to avoid Man, for the prophecy states they must complete their task without Man knowing, and many don't take that idea too well. But the order came from the Eldest, and his words are not to be taken lightly. Hierarchy is prime in the Land of Draak. So.. that's the story. Enjoy my friends.. and join in.

There, there, Cynder.. mom is here.. time to wake up.. Ding! Ding!

Really, the alarms in this place are annoying. Ruining my first ever glimpse of my mother..

Message waiting for you.. would you like to hear it?

Ugh.. State message, please.

You are to report to The Elder. Please hurry and skip breakfast to see him. This is a matter of some urgency.

That’s how The Elder sends his regards. He has his cabinet of the Mystic send messages to his students and others in the community. Oh? You don’t understand, do you? Oh well, here is the story.
Let’s start with The Elder. He heads our community. He is the oldest dragon alive, but to say so to anyone is very much frowned upon. If I remember right, the last dragon who said that, went up to The Elder and never returned. No one even mentions him, and with good reason.
Anyhow, our community rests between two planes-as in worlds-Reality and Dementia. Reality is where the humans live, on Earth, outside of the black hole known as gravity. Dementia is a realm on the other side of the black hole, where all mythological creatures live. Lastly, is Mystic, where I and my fellow dragons live. In between Reality and Dementia is where we stay hidden. For this reason, we are revered by all other species. It is a vast community, looking much like the spacious Dwarven caverns but made with human materials. The whole place seems to be an illusion, which comes with being between two dimensions.
Importantly, the humans don’t know about us. We don’t exist according to them. Unbeknownst to them, however, we have been monitoring them for centuries upon centuries, ever since they first appeared. See, the dragons have lived so long, we know everything that has happened since the dawn of time. We were, according to all teachings, created first. We even witnessed the day Earth was born.
Now that the history lesson is over, you can decide for yourself what you think is true and what you think is not. Personally, I think some things are just tales, spun for centuries, and others are nonsense to keep us from finding out the truth. I admit, there is danger involved with some knowledge, but I just need to know what’s what. For some reason, I just don’t trust The Elder. Something is off.. I just know it.
Ah, yes, I am supposed to report to The Elder. With no breakfast I might add. Every dragon hates missing breakfast. The adults even let you whine about it. Which is strange..

I got up and looked around at my dark room. It was pitch-black. Here in the community, the cabinet makes sure to keep you trained so that you are not afraid of the dark. When you are not yet a century old the lights still stay on when you sleep. But when you are an adolescent, they turn the lights off and then turn them back on in the morning. I’m only one-thousand, one-hundred, and twenty-one. Very young compared to The Elder’s, whose age is unknown.The lights slowly turn on so that my eyes adjust to the light. Slowly the image of a door appears and I exit my room.
On my left, is a long hallway with different turns and ups and downs going to all the young adolescent rooms. Kind of like a dormitory for college students on Earth, as we’ve been taught to connect things with similarity. Directly across from me lies a room, and to my right lies the kitchens and The Elder eventually. The hallways themselves are very neat and boring. The walls are mud brown with crown moldings in jet black of a very boring half hexagon shape, no paintings or pictures to be found. Only the doors interrupt the seamless flat walls.
I start to walk to my right to meet The Elder when to my undesired surprise, he shows up. He as in, annoying guy who follows me all the time like a stalker, but proves useful in a fight, and can be relied upon. Note; not trustworthy, but reliable. With this guy, those two things don’t seem to go hand in hand. He can easily get me out of trouble, but he tends to get himself in trouble. As I think these things, he approaches swiftly and surely his bronze hide shining in the light. He starts with,
“Hey Cynder, where you headed? You are walking slower than normal, so I’m assuming it has nothing to do with breakfast that you’re missing right now.”
One thing is for certain, he is observant.
“Go on ahead,(putting in a random name storybook people, we can choose if someone wants to fill this role or if not,)Glamdor, I’ll catch up soon.”
He looked at me quizzically. He then tried some sort of puppy eyes and I gave him the evil eye. I then retorted,
“I have to see The Elder, ok? The message this morning told me to skip.. breakfast,” I slowed down on the last word realizing I just told him what was really happening. I mentally slapped myself as I looked at his disguised, pleased expression underneath his smooth, tan face.
“Ah,” he answered. “ Do you know why?”
“No, and to be honest, that worries me. The Elder is always very specific and he’s not this time?..” I trailed off. Glamdor looked at me with worry. I may be disgusted with him, but he does at least understand the implication. The Elder just doesn’t give vague answers, and yet he just did. And now that I think about it..
“This.. this isn’t the first time.. is it?” I stopped walking and looked at Glamdor. He stopped, too, and searched my forest green eyes, not understanding what I meant.
“I.. I think this has happened to me before. But.. I can’t remember why..”
Oh my goodness.. I can’t remember why.. I am a top student, and I can’t remember why I think this has happened to me before?
Mind control. A voice resounded in my head. The Elder.

What? No, he couldn’t..

I looked at Glamdor once again, not believing that I was right. That the voice was right. It just couldn’t believe it. The Elder was brainwashing me. I don’t know why, but I feel I need to know soon. Then I realized; dragons can look into each others eyes and see their thoughts and if you know them enough, their soul. Which means Glamdor could see what I just thought. My face paled, or at least as much as a dragon’s face could. Glamdor’s expression didn’t change. He looked very worried. I heard the voice again.
Sleep, my child. Rest your blood.
No, I have to.. see The..Eld… I started to faint. My knees buckled and I fell to the floor. Glamdor jumped into action. Somehow, he communicated with me in my head.
No time to explain, I just have the skill to talk to you. I’m going to place you on my back, and I want you to use your last remaining strength to hang on, ok? I couldn't find the energy to answer. I just waited as he hoisted me up on his back, his spines holding me on loosely. I then concentrated on use my last remaining physical strength to secure my grip so that I couldn't fall off for whatever he was planning. He unfolded his wings and raced down the hallway, rapidly beating his wings. I used the last thought I could muster and thought.. Glamdor.
Some time later, I woke to find Glamdor to my right, sound asleep. I then looked around me and found more people. I.. I knew these people. Before we got separated as young adolescents. Ramur.. Thoren.. Gene Lain.. and Kirimbi Sai Masaria.. and then I remembered.. Protector and Finder of the Dragon Pearl.
They are all here to protect you. You have ancient’s blood. So do the rest of us. For this reason, The Elder sent us on a mission. I’ll fill you in more later but it’s not quite safe enough yet. For now, rest with the rest of us. We can’t do anything more for now.Glamdor spoke inside my head again, apparently not so sound asleep as I had thought. So I slept like he suggested, too tired to argue.
When I finally awoke again, the others were wide awake. Glamdor looked in my direction and assured me,
We are safe here. Now I can tell you what you missed. He spoke to me in my head yet again.
It seems like him talking in my head will be happening often now.
He told me all that transpired. He had taken me to The Elder as fast as he could and The Elder was not happy that I was asleep. He had wanted to warn me about my boiling ancient’s blood, and that it would try to control me. Apparently, the others had been given training and could resist the temptations some. Glamdor had said that it wasn’t that I was weak, he said the exact opposite, actually. I asked him why and he answered that I could have been killed with the amount of temptation I was subjected to. The only reason that I wasn’t trained was because The Elder didn’t suspect a dragon of mind-control, would be susceptible to being mind-controlled. Though I suspect he knew very much how possible it was. Glamdor seemed to share my beliefs but he didn’t verbalize them.
Lastly, Glamdor ended by saying that The Elder had sent us to ‘deal’ with ‘some problems’ on Earth. That the humans had made a mistake. They had forgotten us all together. They no longer believed in anything, that they were lost. We are supposed to help them. Glamdor didn’t say anything on the matter, but I knew he disliked it as much as I did. The others I’m not so sure. But we’re about to get very friendly, I have a feeling.

If anything needs to be changed, whether it's the scenario or how I portrayed your character, let me know! Also, in the end, Cryssi wasn't being rude, but just saying what came to mind.