My Story
Once, long ago, I was as other dragons of the land. Frolicking merrily across the plains of Neopia, not a care within site. But now, I am much changed. Weather it was my own choices that lead me here, or a predestined path, I do not know, but I know that I am who I am and accept that. This is my story.

I was born many years ago in the harsh climates of the Lost Desert. I and my parents lived in Sahkmet, near the palace. They were both ambassadors and archeologists of our native city, Azure, living in Sahkmet to negotiate large trades and agreements between the two kings. I was studying in their footsteps, and would have one day taken their place. My mother was working on large trade of treasures that had been found, including an alluring onyx mask that fit perfectly on an adult male draik's face. Judging from the strange carvings, my mother said that the mask had belonged to a shaman of one of the many nomadic groups that had once roamed the deserts hundreds of years ago. The king wanted it for his private collection of historical items. I had once visited it, when a new artifact was being added, and marveled at the many wonders on display. Tapestries, paintings, pottery, sculptures, anything that depicted the Lost Desert was there.

It was morning and my mother was finishing up her notes and was about to bring her newest find to the king. I begged her to let me come with her, but she refused, saying that there would be time enough to visit the king when I was older. She left the house, carrying her artifacts in a canvas bag, taking some of the side roads to avoid the traffic of the early morning shoppers. Of course, I did not listen to her, and followed her at a distance through the narrow alleys between the houses. I got to a four way cross section, and looked around to find her familiar white figure, but she was nowhere in site. I heard voices coming from around a corner, and crept silently along the wall to find out who it was. Peering around the corner, I saw three raggedly dressed neopets conversing quietly. A yellow grarrl and an orange yurble defferred to a blue tonu sporting palace guard finery.
I am furious! After all my hard work directing workers in and out when they were building that new scroll deposit, what do they do? They fire me!" the orange yurble seethed. The grarrl nodded in sympathy.
All I did was let people in who said they had business... I was fired too," he hung his head sadly.
Right," the tonu said, "and that's why we're going to get back at them all. The king's gettin' some pretty new trinkets for his little collection today, and we're going to intercept them." I gasped involuntarily as I realized they were talking about my mother, and their leader heard me.
What was that?" he questioned, looking at the grarrl and the yurble, his eyes glinting. He slowly rounded the corner, his scimitar raised. I started to back up, but I crashed into the bulk of another. They grasped my shoulders and whispered that I'd make a fine hostage in my ear before laughing cruelly and hitting me with the cudgel. Blackness rang through my mind till I could see no more.

When I came to, I could see the sun shining brightly through my eyelids. I opened them, but all I could see was the inside of a burlap bag. My hands were tied together, so were my feet, and my mouth was gagged with a rough piece of fabric. I writhed in the bag, smashing my long tail into my captors back, to no effect. After what seemed like hours, I was thrown to the floor, my snout thumping painfully against my leg. The bag was untied by a large yellow hand, but I still couldn't get anywhere. It was dark now, the sun just almost past the horizon. The sky around it was a dark purple, and a blood red. Many species of neopets sat around a fire, some looking at me, others talking quietly. Someone grabbed my head from behind me, yanking me so I looked into their eyes. It was a draik, like I, but with not even the least of compassion in it's eyes. He regarded me coolly, I dared not look away, and I am not sure I could have, even if I tried. He nodded to himself, and thrust my head back down, and spoke to his men.
Not only, now, do we have the sacred mask of Andranur Shurlakar, but we also have a valuable prisoner. The mask is powerful but not as if it had the accompanying power of the ring, and he," he kicked me, and a few that I could not see laughed cruelly, "will get it for me. Soon our takeover of Sahkmet will be done, and I, the rightful heir shall lead to you greater riches than you have ever seen before." The men cheered in ecstasy.

Shortly after, the men retreated to sand-colored tents that blended in with the sand dunes that they had hidden in. I lay there, trussed like something to be eaten, until the sun had completely left, and along with it my hope. The draik that had come to me earlier stood in front of me. My eyes were aligned with his feet, and I struggled to get myself at a better angle, until I took a better look at what was in front of me. His navy feet were sandaled in an open fashion, a colorful open coat adorned his torso with a leather belt with a golden buckle around his waist.
The Broken One," I said quietly to myself. It was an old legend. A great draik once, hundreds of yours ago in the employment of on of the lesser, but not less powerful, kings. Somehow, he had mythical powers, the power to stop all fire from touching him, and wielded the power of coercion. He had no draiken fire of his own, but those two powers alone made him almost unstoppable. After the battle of Shurlakar, a malicious war over the suspected burial place of one of the two Guardians of Nigh that was won by the Broken One's army, he had revolted and killed all his men, including the current king himself. Molten marks along his scales glowed like liquid fire now that the darkness had come. I recognized him from the many tapestries that were in the king's collection. He laughed.
I see you recognise who I am. I would make a wild guess, saying you are wondering why I am still alive," his words were old, as if he had not changed his language over all the years he had disappeared. A strange accent also betrayed that he was not of this time. I slitted my eyes at him.
All too well," I said, staring straight into his golden-orange eyes. Flakes of red flitted in and out his iris, matching the patterns of his markings. He growled slightly. "I do not know how to get this ring you speak of, and I know not what you want. You might as well let me free." Once again he laughed at me, as if I was nothing more than an insignificant pawn on his playing field. "There would be no fun in that. We leave at sun rise.

My legs were unbound, but a tight leash was fastened around my waist. I used all my strength to pull away from the guard at the other end, to no avail. I fell, to all fours, as draiks do when they are forced to walk long distances. The sun shone brightly on the horizon, but the edges of dark were still visible to young eyes. We trudged across the warming desert, I not knowing exactly where were heading. Soon enough, though, ruins appeared before us, like sprawling shadows of an ancient draik's skeleton, they were broken and crumbling. The procession stopped shortly before the entrance to the ruins, immense stone doors with markings of gold on them. They reminded me of something I had seen, but I could not recall what.
We have arrived," the Broken One proclaimed to his entourage of fighters, "at the most ancient tomb of Andranur Shurlakar, second of the guardians, who were once of one body." The men cheered, knowing victory would soon be at hand and also riches.
I can not get your ring," I said to him once more. The look he threw me was of the sort a master would throw his pet who is not following orders. Though his skin no longer radiated with fiery lines, his eyes flickered between red and gold. His eyes.. his eyes drew me in.
I... will go in the temple and steal the ri- no!" I startled. What had happened? I had just realized the full extent of what he wanted me to do. Rob the sacred burial place of one of the two legendary draiks was unthinkable. Once more his eyes changed from gold to orange, flecks of other colors flitted in and out.
You will," he commanded.
I... will..." I had lost my freewill, for now I had realized that the Broken One was exerting his most powerful force upon me: coercion.

I could feel my feet moving into the temple, but could not stop them. The collar and leash had been removed, they were no longer needed. I was like a prisoner in my own body, if not my mind. He followed behind me, carrying the onyx mask. The temple was made of many small blocks of stone, with long eroded away traces of symbols marking the walls. Desert sand had intruded and was blown against the far wall. The ceiling was still mostly intact, but gaping holes let light pore in from above, but the feeling that the place contained power was still felt even ages after it was built lingered. Carefully putting one foot in front of another, I traversed across the stone pathway towards the inner burial chamber. The Broken One stopped, as he saw his men come in behind him, and I jerked back.
Do not follow," he said. I drew myself up to two legs, pushing the two doors open and walked into the pitch black. Even with my superior draik sight, I could see no farther than a few feet from the door. Forward I went, he now directly beside me. I could tell he was there because of the glowing lavatic lines outlined by unending black.

After walking, one step after the next, the Broken one, stopped, sensing something.
Did you hear that?" he said, looking around.
I hear nothing but nothing," I lied to him. Ever so softly, I could hear long, low chanting of a single voice. It sounded like it was coming from somewhere ahead, but it echoed off the walls making it impossible to tell for sure. He shook his head, and I hoped he did not wish to probe me further. I thought, almost desperately, that if he thought there were demons in his head, he would turn back, and leave the burial site alone. Footstep, footstep, for the thousandth time I tried to turn back, but my feet would not obey. But then, my body obeyed to a force greater than every neopet's will: gravity.
Raaarruurrgghhhhhhhh!" I howled, falling face forward down a crumbled hole, As soon as my foot had gone onto the stone, it crumbled beneath me and I pitched forward. The Broken One, so intent was his link upon my mind, became an almost physical link and dragged him down behind me moments later. I unfurled my wings in a vain attempt to slow myself down, but the chasm was not wide enough for my wingspan, and the edges of my wings were torn to shreds. I felt no pain, overwhelmed by the sensation of flight's brother, fall.

I awoke, to the flickering of fire near my eyes. It was an unnatural fire, much darker red than it should have naturally been, with very little yellow and orange. Realizing that I had hit the ground, so suddenly, I quickly raised my head at the shock that I was alive. I groaned, dizziness swept me and I almost fell back to the darkness that had claimed me before. Putting my head back down, I slowly re-opened my eyes and looked at my surroundings. I was in a room of beige stone, mysterious shamanic markings and drawings scrawled across the walls, lit by the red flame. Shadows darkened three hallways, and -invalid_word- the middle a figure emerged.
I see you are alive," said a dark maroon-coloured draik, wearing a black mask much like the one my mother had found. That day seemed so far away, when it reality it had only been a few days. He flicked his wings, waiting for a response.
I... am. At least I hope I am," it sounded pitifully ignorant, even to my ears, but I could not think straight. He chuckled, and then quietly observed me, and I him. After a while, he spoke.
The other, with the mask was not so fortunate," he said, turning his head toward one of the hallways. A hard lump -invalid_word-ed in my throat. Though I had wished to escape, I did not want him to die. Slowly, my head spinning, I got up, and slowly walked towards the hallway he had indicated. The hallway led to a small, circular room with a long shaft of light leading from the roof. The light shone directly upon a figure that lay on the ground, stiff. It was the first time I had experienced death, and it was not something I wanted to confront. I turned around slowly, to leave the room, my face draining of what little color it had. I could not leave, though, the maroon masked draik stood, blocking my way with his wings outspread.
You must get the mask.
I turned around, creeping up to the body, and extended my neck to take the mask from him with my teeth. Once more, something unexpected happened.

The second I touched the mask, bright light blinded my eyes, I could see nothing but white, and every part of my body burned with new-found power. I could feel something binding itself to my face, but I did not struggle. It felt... right. In time, though, it was dark, once more, as when I fell.

I awoke, a strange heaviness on my face. I was sprawled belly down across the floor of the round room, but my vision was slightly hindered. I reached my hand to my face, and felt hard, almost metallic material. It felt exactly like the mask my mother had found, strangely warm to the touch. I attempted to pry it off, but it was as if it was a part of me, and no longer simply a mask. My torn wings had healed, and my scales shone as if they had been grown anew. I looked around, and noticed that the Broken One was gone, and that I was lying in his place. The old maroon draik still stood there, his wings flared, but now he slowly put them down.
So he was right," cocking his head slightly, "I thought that his power to look into a draik's soul was nothing more than a scared soldier's tale, but it appears that I was wrong. He looked in you, and saw the power that lingered from the days of Andranur Shurlakar, the power of fire." He motioned for me to follow him, and he led me through the last hallway, a room with a shallow lake stretching across an enormous cavern.
We who are so gifted, or cursed, with this power wear the mask as a symbol that we do not have the power to harm the living with our fire. In time, if you learn to accept who you are, you may be able to remove the mask, but until then, it will stay with you always," he bid me to look into the water. I could see my eyes peering out of the slits in the mask, small holes were fire could come out near the end. I experimentally puffed some smoke, it came out, not grey, but a pure white.
The mask is not the only thing that separates us from others. Our flame, our source of power, is also changed. Ignite the water." I looked at him, knowing that water would not ignite. The water was pure and clean, there was nothing that my flame would catch. But he saved my life, and I soon obliged.
My flame, which had once been the color of fire, came out a brilliant white, it's darkest parts only slightly turning the color of silver. The water burned merrily, and the fire started to spread rapidly. Over the roaring of the fire, he shouted, "Only you can control it, Mishentar! Make it stop!" I willed, with all my mind, for the fire to stop burning. Slowly, it receded into itself, and then it was gone. Charred water floated to the surface, and bobbed as small ripples were -invalid_word-ed. The old draik looked at me, his face growing more closed, and opened his wings.
There is one more thing," he said quietly. "Turn your flame upon me." There was no way that I would do this. This old, ancient draik had sheltered, shown me what was within myself. He shouted at me, "DO IT!
And I did.
The flame simply surrounded him, touching him but not causing harm. It bounded around his body, flaring out behind him. My flame could harm nothing living, and now I understood that.

Many days later, the draik who had guided me was almost ready to pass on. He never told me his name in that time, but his deathbed, he whispered a word: Sensth. He handed me something wrapped in silken fabric, and died peacefully. I wept, clear tears running down my face, and left the caves through the shaft of light in the rounded room, never to return. I landed, alone in the desert, wondering where I should go, what I should do. I opened the package, and found a letter.
Mishentar,
You have learned much. I wish nothing but light upon whatever you feel should be your next journey. May your soul find rest, and your heart find love.
Sensth
Beneath it lay a black tail ring.



Description

Name: Mishentar
Species: Draik
Gender: Male
Color: White
Petpet: Aed the Ukali
Petpetpet: Eithne the Glack
Abilites: White fire that can burn through anything non living. The power of flight, granted to every draik.
Markings: Overall color of white. Very tips of wings and ears are black. Claws, eyes and tail spikes are also black. Wears onyx black mask covering upper half of head and black tail gaurd ring matching the mask. Underbelly scales are a slight shade darker white than body, along with wing insides.
Personality: More of a loner, doesn't react well with others. Quiet, thinks things over carefully, though will act instantly and unelflessly when needed.





Companion

Aed and Eithne
Aed is my Ukali, my fast dragon friend, his name means fire. Eithne is Aed's small friend, a Glack, who's name means little fire. Aed came to me, one day, when I was visiting the merchants stalls of the lost desert.
*** Eithne won't attach.



Family
Rejuvenated_Life
A Desert Ruki, whom, like me, doesn't dwell with the rest of the world. The keeper of the City of Light, he has many duties. The only thing in common we have is our point of origin, the desert.


Racers123go
Racer was here long before I, so I respect her. She will one day become royalty, but she must wait for her point of age to come.




Gelert181870
Gelert was adopted, many a long time ago, he is the oldest. He visits the magical ray, and changes -invalid_word-s often.



Smartose
Tose is quite new to the family, and like I is from the desert. He poses as a merchant, but at night, I question his intentions...



Rejuvenated_Oceanic
Strange, strange creature. I do not talk to him.









Art





Draik Adoptables

No claiming as your own, no entering in beauty contest, no removing my signature. Potion bottles come in a color that will accent your draik. Will do best as possible to accomidate legless/wingless draiks.
Customs
Completely open. Please request, neomail me. Adoptable trades especially make me happy.

NOTE: I've pretty much stopped playing neo, but I coem on occasionally to check my mail.. so feel free to request, but note it may take over a month to respond ^^ (But as soon as I do, I'll make your adopt :)) I'm really happy about how popular my adopatables have become! PS, i love Mish adoptaies XD I'd always love another driak, and for the Draik Clan to coem back so I can join x.o

NEWEST NOTE: Draik adopties are so closed that they won't ever open! I know, I know, my adopties are cute but I really don't have the petience to make ANY :P Thanks! :)


Adopted









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Story, character design and layout all by me.

Started about 8th February, 2006, touch-typed most of the way.

Picture on left sketched by the wonderful Entity. Bow down to her drawing skills. Colored by me.

Listened to the music on Captayns page a lot while writing this.

Steal anything and you will die and most precarious death involving being slowly cased by molten steel. Mishentar may not be able to burn things that are alive, but that doesn't mean he can't cause death and suffering.

Neo Junk Below(bwah, not my fault they added banners, they can't expect us to stand for that x.o)
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