Post by Kaya on Apr 14, 2011 15:11:56 GMT -8
Summary: This lengthy account details the history of Waterfall Valley Weyr's founding in 2811 and picks up in 3006 where our IC story began. It details the Weyr's troubles with Devarth, the Curse of the Azures,the Red Hatching, the destruction of WFVW by volcano in 3011 and the subsequent founding of Rainbow Mists Weyr that same turn. 3011 also saw the discovery of Ice Stone Weyr in the secluded far north. This record covers the beginnings of the rest of the world's dealings with DeathWings and Dark Mists Weyr up until a mention of the Weyr War in 3013, and concludes in the document "History: Dark Mists Weyr."
.::Waterfall Valley Weyr::.
It was becoming obvious, as the Holders itched to expand their lands, that another Weyr would need to be established in the South. A lush valley seemed a perfect home, though the Riders were wary about moving into a place with so much green. However, a young GoldRider wanted to take the challenge. She proclaimed,
“Are we such Riders that are unable to keep Threads from the ground? If our talent is such that a Thread hasn’t touched the ground in all the Turns of Fall, can we not keep a lush valley safe as a barren mountain? Why not take on a new challenge?! Let us set up our Weyr here, in this valley.”
And set up a Weyr they did. Waterfall Valley Weyr came into existence. The GoldRider was named Kahru; though no one remembers that in the present day.
For the next several generations the Weyr would continue to grow. Two main Holds, along with a few minor ones, were set up around the Weyr. The main ones were Golden Valley Hold and Shimmer Bay Hold. It was a prosperous age of peace and creativity.
Over a hundred Turns later, when Thread had stopped and the current Weyrleaders, Sakura and D’ron, were graying with age, they decided to retire. A girl that Sakura had grown rather fond of, Kaya, was decided to become the next Senior Weyrwoman. The elder GoldRider was not disappointed by her choice, and she and her weyrmate lived happily around the Weyr, relieved of nearly all duty.
Unfortunately, the age of peace and calm was coming to an end. One of the dragonets from Gold Tarneth’s last Clutch was beyond the scope of rude and brooding. He was a Black dragon, known as Devarth. His Rider was jealous of her younger sister, who had Impressed a Gold some Turns before. The Rider was a power seeker and it was even suspected, but never proven, that they had killed a pair or two of other Riders who may have ‘annoyed’ them.
The Weyr was unsure what to do about this dark minded dragon. Then came Kayleth’s first Hatching, and along with that, the first Sunset, and the first in a line of new colors. Laren, Devarth’s Rider, was enamored with the swirling hide of the Sunset, and was determined to become greater than her sister, by Impressing two dragons. Kayleth was extremely upset with the Rider’s impudence, and placed herself in front of Awith, the Sunset dragonet.
What followed was a clash of wills, between the Gold, who represented the Weyr and the ideals of many, and the Black, who thought himself to be an elite breed and better than the rest. Other dragons around the Hatching Grounds hissed and roared challenge to Devarth, who had been subtly terrorizing their Weyr with his presence.
It ended with a fury of claws and snarls, though Kayleth did not fight. Other dragons had leapt upon Devarth when his Rider pushed towards the Sunset and nearly touched the unImpressed dragonet. Needless to say, the Sunset was very scared during all of this.
The fight, the first between dragons in many Turns, ended in Devarth’s death. Awith had ran off to a girl, named Ahora, and then had Impressed. Laren, was left alone, so to speak. She screamed her rage to the sky before passing out.
The kind hearted sister of Laren, Lanna, did her best to rehabilitate her. The current whereabouts of the pair are unknown, but as far as anyone knew, they were still alive. One of the last to see them was D’las, Rider of Crimson Jeraloth. The sisters were out having lunch on the grassy fields near the Weyr. He commented on the recovery of the former BlackRider, and how he wished them continued health.
Laren, without the Black’s influence on her mind, was beginning to learn how to forgive people and care. It was almost as if she was transforming into a different person, before she disappeared with her sister. The Gold fell into the periodic habit of showing up around the Weyr for her Hatching and the surrounding events, but she never told anyone where she had gone, and Laren never came with her.
After that, people hoped for a stretch of peace, but it would not be granted to them. White Raith was the next to have a Hatching, and from it came an Azure, a hue of legends, bad legends. She Impressed a troubled girl, and they stuck together like hungry fire lizards to food. Some say it was the Azure that brought on the events that came next. Others claim she had nothing to do with it. However, whatever the cause, it happened.
Weyrlings started disappearing. One or two at a time, they simply wouldn’t show up to lessons, breakfast, or some other normal activity. Even the incredible talent of Nai’s White Chronosseneth could not find them.
The Weyr put as much effort as they could into finding the weyrlings as they could, but for the longest time all they could do was guard the ones that were left.
This task would become much harder, for as they were protecting weyrlings, they soon also had to protect their lives.
It was a heartbreaking day indeed when Waterfall Valley was lost. A great rumbling, louder than any for a Hatching, shook the whole Weyr. With a panic, people scurried around, trying to understand what was going on. The answer came to them in a flash of bright red and dark clouds. A volcano, one of the things many had only heard about in stories, was destroying their home. People screamed and gathered what they could, everyone rushing for the nearest dragon, begging to be taken out of the valley. The Riders worked fast, but even with their best efforts a handful of lives were lost. Along with many lost items, eleven eggs were lost as well. Silver Aurorath’s first lovely Clutch of eggs was almost lost in its entirety, but the Silver dragoness clutched to a single egg, her one child that was to survive.
The Riders flew around the Southern continent for about two seven-days, while some stayed at other Weyrs, and others visited Holds. Upon a tiresome night of searching, for a small group of Riders would not give up, they came to rest in a valley of unknown size. Morning came and sleepy Riders rubbed their eyes, but once those eyes opened, they did not close again. The light of Rukbat was shining gloriously onto dozens of waterfalls that lined a valley similar to their old home. However, this time flocks of rainbows danced in the mists of the waterfalls. It was so beautiful. After a long time of staring, the Riders split up, hoping above all hope that this could be their new home.
Their new home would become that beautiful valley. It would become Rainbow Mists Weyr, named for the dazzling rainbows that danced endlessly through the mists of the waterfalls.
Now reader, I must back track, as so many stories are woven together during this time I fear I may lose you if I weave in yet one more.
It was several days before the loss of Waterfall Valley Weyr. Having been greatly insulted over the color of dragon she rode, Nai, of White Chronosseneth, stormed away to the farthest north, hoping to cool off there, in more ways than one. No one truly noticed their absence, until Ayenet, all the way back at Waterfall Valley Weyr, collapsed to the floor and started screaming about an unbearable pain in her head. She heard the pained voices of Nai and Chronos, calling desperately for help. A rescue party was sent immediately to their aid.
The uncharted north was a foreboding place to the searchers, but nothing in their lives could have prepared them for what they saw next. Over a small hill they looked down into a low, snowy valley in the land. Within it lay the carnage of slaughtered dragons. They had not even had the breath to between as they died. It had been over that quickly. The shock was almost too much for some. All felt ill, and wished to be away from the sickening place. They spotted something up ahead, and at last they caught a glimpse of Nai and Chronos. However, two large dragons of an unknown hue stood between her and them. Questions would have been flying if at that moment the clutch of eggs up in the inhospitable North hadn’t started to hatch.
Several of the people with the party were of Candidate rank, or at least unImpressed. A small handful of people Impressed there, and were the first people to Impress a dragon from that colony of dragons in the Far North in generations.
After the Hatching, Nai was recovered safely. She was injured, but not fatally. Everyone was relieved to have found the WhiteRider and her dragon. As Nai recovered the older Riders, including Kaya, spoke with the Ice Leaders, the two Ice dragons that had been watching over the unconscious Nai. Their names were Austrilth and Branlarith. When the dragons of Ice Stone Weyr, as it was known, saw Kayleth, they were stunned. Just as the Riders from the Southern Continent had never seen an Ice dragon, the Northern dragons had never seen a Gold; at least, not in many, many generations.
When asked about the valley of dead dragons, the Ice Leaders sighed sadly. It was a long story, but as their Weyr was about to be integrated into the world they knew it was a story they had to tell. For countless Turns the dragons of Ice Stone Weyr had been following under Ice Leaders, this Weyr’s near equivalent to “Weyrleaders”. However, even though Ice Leaders often had a big say in things, they did not have quite the power of Weyrleaders. They discussed many options democratically with all other high Ranking dragons, and would listen to anyone who had an opinion and could state it civilly.
These dragons had been following their Ice Leaders against the DeathWings. Pern had no idea of their existence, but Ice Stone Weyr’s valiant duty provided that they might never need to know. However, in the recent Turns their numbers had been dwindling away, and they might have lost the entire Weyr to the DeathWings soon if the Riders of Waterfall Valley had not found them.
Together the two Weyrs began to meld, as Candidates from the South had Impressed in the far North. Several Riders opted to stay, and strategies for combating the horrible creatures were discussed.
However, because of Waterfall Valley Weyr’s destruction soon after many plans were put on hold. The Riders from the South had never seen a DeathWing, and had no idea of their destructive power, so the threat washed over as people become more concerned with the present. Worries turned to finding a new home, and then building it. The worries of Ice Stone Weyr seemed to vanish from the public eye as quickly as they had come.
One bright new day in their new home, several Riders were heading to the beach when they found the limp form of Tundra. Many suspected that whatever it was that had been taking weyrlings had tried to take her. Tundra wasn’t entirely sure, as she had been knocked unconscious almost immediately. She was lucky to have been found, for several other weyrling pairs of Riders and dragons had been taken from the beach that day. What happened to Atraiyith was unknown at this time. Tragically, Tundra disappeared about a seven-day later.
Hastanath’s Hatching came, with joy for the dragonets to come and worry for their future. Unbeknownst to everyone present, this Hatching would become one of the bloodiest ones they had ever seen. Several Candidates did not survive the day, and at least one of every “original” color, Gold, Bronze, Brown, Blue and Green, left the world for between. Mauling, not sensing their Mine, crashing into each other and causing more injury, dragonets cried out. To continue the madness a strange man wandered onto the Grounds. His eyes looked empty, and bloodshot, some claim. He was Kivin, formerly K’vin. No one knew how the crazed man had found his way here. He took out his rage on a near by Green dragonet, another victim to this day of horror. He was then apprehended by several nearby DragonRiders. Kori, the Weyrling Master, accused Kivin of stealing her weyrlings. Raith, her White dragon, chimed in that Kivin smelled like the weyrlings too. Whether this was substantial proof or not, Kivin was already a dead man in all but state for killing the Green dragonet.
Hastanath was roaring in rage the entire time, and for a split second Chinta lost her control over the Gold. Hastanath grabbed the ex-Dragon Rider in her teeth and threw him against the wall of the Grounds. Kivin was instantly dead. She had been powerless to prevent most of the other deaths, but this one was intentional by a human, and was unheard of and unforgivable. It was regretted that no information could have been obtained from the man, but no one grieved his death either.
It was the day after the Hatching, which would be known as The Red Hatching forevermore. A search party was sent out to find the missing weyrlings. With the crazed man gone, for whatever reason, Chronos quickly located the missing weyrlings. They had been stolen away to a place of snow and cold. All of them were starving, and a few of them might have died if they hadn’t been found that moment. Dragons aplenty were present to help transport the unfortunates home. Cold and traumatized, underfed and injured, the weyrlings were quickly taken home.
It has been noted by some record keepers that all of the weyrlings that went missing were girls. If this was intentional, we also do not know. Any sort of “plan” by Kivin was never revealed.
Some suspect that Kivin had help in his doings, while others argue that no one would have helped such a man, nor would he have accepted help. Some say that Kivin believed in the Curse of the Azures and being around one caused his mind to become corrupt. They add to their argument that his belief is the very reason he left Tundra and Atraiyith behind until he was beyond any superstitious reason he would have left them.
No one truly knows. Kivin died without giving any answers, and the weyrlings knew nothing of his ‘ultimate goal’, if there had been such a thing. Everyone did know that they were overjoyed to have the weyrlings returned, and with what looked like peace on the horizon, many tried to forget the incident and strive towards peaceful times once more.
Weyrfolk were convinced, now that they were in a new home with troubles ‘solved’ (or forgotten) that everything was sure to get better! Unfortunately, they couldn’t have been further from the truth.
The third Clutch of Gold Kayleth and Bronze Zaurth Hatched several months after Hastanath’s eggs. People prayed that this Hatching would be bloodless and pleasant, and for the most part, it was. Onto the Sands would stumble several new color mutations; one loved, and one to be hated passionately later in the history of Rainbow Mists Weyr. The colors were Tiger and Starlight, Impressed to the Candidates R’nos and Kaivee.
Pern would come to hate the name Kaivee. Her personal nature might not have led her down the path to becoming a Dark Mists Weyr Rider, and later Senior Weyrwoman of that Weyr. However, a certain love of hers was a strong convincing factor; W’nor, Rider of Crimson Deikoeth, to be the most hated dragon on Pern.
On a simple, sunny afternoon, W’nor and Deiko headed down to the Weyr Lake. A few new born dragonets were splashing happily about when the Crimson arrived. They disgusted him, especially one angelic little dragonet. He hated conforming, rule following, ‘perfect’ little dragons. They were thoughtless, easily manipulated, and a waste of every resource worth mentioning on Pern. He terrorized the little one, capturing her between his much larger claws. He was Turns old, and she was just a dragonet. She cried for him to let go, but Deiko did not. It was fun to be in control, to have power. Here was something worth having! Power…something that these worthless dragons dare not tamper with. Who were they to cower away in high mountains? They surely had enough power to receive tithes from Holds, but why was that good enough? Why not rule the Holds? The Weyrs? The whole of Pern!?
Dragons quickly came to the scene of Deiko harming the young dragonet. Punishment was the only possible outcome for his horrid deeds! The dragonet was hurt, crying out to her Mine, and had light cuts laced around her hide, green ichor dripping from them; Deiko’s handiwork.
Deiko, empowered by his recent realization, would not just stand there and allow himself to be captured. He ordered his Rider onto his back, and W’nor obliged the dragon, as he dare not cross the Crimson. Kaivee, who was madly in love with W’nor, would not let him leave. She and Ralinith, who was still rather young, raced over to Deiko, not wanting to be left behind. D’ton had appeared with the group of angry Riders, but he was sick of this Weyr. He had wanted power here, and his Crimson had lost the Flight for Kayleth. With a quick mention of obtainable power from Deiko the Rider and Crimson left into the skies and between with Deiko, W’nor, Kaivee and Ralinith.
This was the day Dark Mists Weyr truly began; three rogues, each spurred by differing motives, but they would all come to want the same goal. They wanted power, to rule, and they would not stop with small things. They were after the whole of Pern!
Eggs from Clutches were stolen. Hold brats and people of the worst kind were whisked away by Dark Mists Riders, posing as Search Riders from the local Weyrs. Renika was among that number, and she would Impress Dark Mists Weyr’s second Queen, Abyss Valorith.
The evil Weyr grew, as did their power. Gossip spread over Pern about the rogue Riders and what had become of them. No one was ready for the massive War that was to come.
DeathWings from the North were remembered, and were realized as a huge threat once again. The Weyrs tried their best to strategize, but as no one had ever fought a DeathWing details were scarce and facts were far too vague.
Nightmare of all nightmares, Pern’s two biggest problems fused themselves together. Dark Mists Weyr allied itself with the DeathWings of the Far North. Akash and Deiko, two names that struck terror into all that heard them. The evil pair often liked to philosophize about power, though Ralinith and Kaivee wanted nothing to do with the evil raven-like creatures.
A war would come and pass, with the losses heavy on both sides. It would become known as the Weyr War, as nearly every Weyr was involved in the fighting. (For more information on Dark Mists Weyr, see “The History of Dark Mists Weyr”.)
So my reader, for the time being I leave you, hoping that the knowledge I have left for you will not be left disregarded. Perhaps when there is more time I will chronicle the events that are happening now, and those have happened recently. Until then my reader,
~Senior Weyrwoman Kaya, Rainbow Mists Weyr
.::Waterfall Valley Weyr::.
It was becoming obvious, as the Holders itched to expand their lands, that another Weyr would need to be established in the South. A lush valley seemed a perfect home, though the Riders were wary about moving into a place with so much green. However, a young GoldRider wanted to take the challenge. She proclaimed,
“Are we such Riders that are unable to keep Threads from the ground? If our talent is such that a Thread hasn’t touched the ground in all the Turns of Fall, can we not keep a lush valley safe as a barren mountain? Why not take on a new challenge?! Let us set up our Weyr here, in this valley.”
And set up a Weyr they did. Waterfall Valley Weyr came into existence. The GoldRider was named Kahru; though no one remembers that in the present day.
For the next several generations the Weyr would continue to grow. Two main Holds, along with a few minor ones, were set up around the Weyr. The main ones were Golden Valley Hold and Shimmer Bay Hold. It was a prosperous age of peace and creativity.
Over a hundred Turns later, when Thread had stopped and the current Weyrleaders, Sakura and D’ron, were graying with age, they decided to retire. A girl that Sakura had grown rather fond of, Kaya, was decided to become the next Senior Weyrwoman. The elder GoldRider was not disappointed by her choice, and she and her weyrmate lived happily around the Weyr, relieved of nearly all duty.
Unfortunately, the age of peace and calm was coming to an end. One of the dragonets from Gold Tarneth’s last Clutch was beyond the scope of rude and brooding. He was a Black dragon, known as Devarth. His Rider was jealous of her younger sister, who had Impressed a Gold some Turns before. The Rider was a power seeker and it was even suspected, but never proven, that they had killed a pair or two of other Riders who may have ‘annoyed’ them.
The Weyr was unsure what to do about this dark minded dragon. Then came Kayleth’s first Hatching, and along with that, the first Sunset, and the first in a line of new colors. Laren, Devarth’s Rider, was enamored with the swirling hide of the Sunset, and was determined to become greater than her sister, by Impressing two dragons. Kayleth was extremely upset with the Rider’s impudence, and placed herself in front of Awith, the Sunset dragonet.
What followed was a clash of wills, between the Gold, who represented the Weyr and the ideals of many, and the Black, who thought himself to be an elite breed and better than the rest. Other dragons around the Hatching Grounds hissed and roared challenge to Devarth, who had been subtly terrorizing their Weyr with his presence.
It ended with a fury of claws and snarls, though Kayleth did not fight. Other dragons had leapt upon Devarth when his Rider pushed towards the Sunset and nearly touched the unImpressed dragonet. Needless to say, the Sunset was very scared during all of this.
The fight, the first between dragons in many Turns, ended in Devarth’s death. Awith had ran off to a girl, named Ahora, and then had Impressed. Laren, was left alone, so to speak. She screamed her rage to the sky before passing out.
The kind hearted sister of Laren, Lanna, did her best to rehabilitate her. The current whereabouts of the pair are unknown, but as far as anyone knew, they were still alive. One of the last to see them was D’las, Rider of Crimson Jeraloth. The sisters were out having lunch on the grassy fields near the Weyr. He commented on the recovery of the former BlackRider, and how he wished them continued health.
Laren, without the Black’s influence on her mind, was beginning to learn how to forgive people and care. It was almost as if she was transforming into a different person, before she disappeared with her sister. The Gold fell into the periodic habit of showing up around the Weyr for her Hatching and the surrounding events, but she never told anyone where she had gone, and Laren never came with her.
After that, people hoped for a stretch of peace, but it would not be granted to them. White Raith was the next to have a Hatching, and from it came an Azure, a hue of legends, bad legends. She Impressed a troubled girl, and they stuck together like hungry fire lizards to food. Some say it was the Azure that brought on the events that came next. Others claim she had nothing to do with it. However, whatever the cause, it happened.
Weyrlings started disappearing. One or two at a time, they simply wouldn’t show up to lessons, breakfast, or some other normal activity. Even the incredible talent of Nai’s White Chronosseneth could not find them.
The Weyr put as much effort as they could into finding the weyrlings as they could, but for the longest time all they could do was guard the ones that were left.
This task would become much harder, for as they were protecting weyrlings, they soon also had to protect their lives.
It was a heartbreaking day indeed when Waterfall Valley was lost. A great rumbling, louder than any for a Hatching, shook the whole Weyr. With a panic, people scurried around, trying to understand what was going on. The answer came to them in a flash of bright red and dark clouds. A volcano, one of the things many had only heard about in stories, was destroying their home. People screamed and gathered what they could, everyone rushing for the nearest dragon, begging to be taken out of the valley. The Riders worked fast, but even with their best efforts a handful of lives were lost. Along with many lost items, eleven eggs were lost as well. Silver Aurorath’s first lovely Clutch of eggs was almost lost in its entirety, but the Silver dragoness clutched to a single egg, her one child that was to survive.
The Riders flew around the Southern continent for about two seven-days, while some stayed at other Weyrs, and others visited Holds. Upon a tiresome night of searching, for a small group of Riders would not give up, they came to rest in a valley of unknown size. Morning came and sleepy Riders rubbed their eyes, but once those eyes opened, they did not close again. The light of Rukbat was shining gloriously onto dozens of waterfalls that lined a valley similar to their old home. However, this time flocks of rainbows danced in the mists of the waterfalls. It was so beautiful. After a long time of staring, the Riders split up, hoping above all hope that this could be their new home.
Their new home would become that beautiful valley. It would become Rainbow Mists Weyr, named for the dazzling rainbows that danced endlessly through the mists of the waterfalls.
Now reader, I must back track, as so many stories are woven together during this time I fear I may lose you if I weave in yet one more.
It was several days before the loss of Waterfall Valley Weyr. Having been greatly insulted over the color of dragon she rode, Nai, of White Chronosseneth, stormed away to the farthest north, hoping to cool off there, in more ways than one. No one truly noticed their absence, until Ayenet, all the way back at Waterfall Valley Weyr, collapsed to the floor and started screaming about an unbearable pain in her head. She heard the pained voices of Nai and Chronos, calling desperately for help. A rescue party was sent immediately to their aid.
The uncharted north was a foreboding place to the searchers, but nothing in their lives could have prepared them for what they saw next. Over a small hill they looked down into a low, snowy valley in the land. Within it lay the carnage of slaughtered dragons. They had not even had the breath to between as they died. It had been over that quickly. The shock was almost too much for some. All felt ill, and wished to be away from the sickening place. They spotted something up ahead, and at last they caught a glimpse of Nai and Chronos. However, two large dragons of an unknown hue stood between her and them. Questions would have been flying if at that moment the clutch of eggs up in the inhospitable North hadn’t started to hatch.
Several of the people with the party were of Candidate rank, or at least unImpressed. A small handful of people Impressed there, and were the first people to Impress a dragon from that colony of dragons in the Far North in generations.
After the Hatching, Nai was recovered safely. She was injured, but not fatally. Everyone was relieved to have found the WhiteRider and her dragon. As Nai recovered the older Riders, including Kaya, spoke with the Ice Leaders, the two Ice dragons that had been watching over the unconscious Nai. Their names were Austrilth and Branlarith. When the dragons of Ice Stone Weyr, as it was known, saw Kayleth, they were stunned. Just as the Riders from the Southern Continent had never seen an Ice dragon, the Northern dragons had never seen a Gold; at least, not in many, many generations.
When asked about the valley of dead dragons, the Ice Leaders sighed sadly. It was a long story, but as their Weyr was about to be integrated into the world they knew it was a story they had to tell. For countless Turns the dragons of Ice Stone Weyr had been following under Ice Leaders, this Weyr’s near equivalent to “Weyrleaders”. However, even though Ice Leaders often had a big say in things, they did not have quite the power of Weyrleaders. They discussed many options democratically with all other high Ranking dragons, and would listen to anyone who had an opinion and could state it civilly.
These dragons had been following their Ice Leaders against the DeathWings. Pern had no idea of their existence, but Ice Stone Weyr’s valiant duty provided that they might never need to know. However, in the recent Turns their numbers had been dwindling away, and they might have lost the entire Weyr to the DeathWings soon if the Riders of Waterfall Valley had not found them.
Together the two Weyrs began to meld, as Candidates from the South had Impressed in the far North. Several Riders opted to stay, and strategies for combating the horrible creatures were discussed.
However, because of Waterfall Valley Weyr’s destruction soon after many plans were put on hold. The Riders from the South had never seen a DeathWing, and had no idea of their destructive power, so the threat washed over as people become more concerned with the present. Worries turned to finding a new home, and then building it. The worries of Ice Stone Weyr seemed to vanish from the public eye as quickly as they had come.
One bright new day in their new home, several Riders were heading to the beach when they found the limp form of Tundra. Many suspected that whatever it was that had been taking weyrlings had tried to take her. Tundra wasn’t entirely sure, as she had been knocked unconscious almost immediately. She was lucky to have been found, for several other weyrling pairs of Riders and dragons had been taken from the beach that day. What happened to Atraiyith was unknown at this time. Tragically, Tundra disappeared about a seven-day later.
Hastanath’s Hatching came, with joy for the dragonets to come and worry for their future. Unbeknownst to everyone present, this Hatching would become one of the bloodiest ones they had ever seen. Several Candidates did not survive the day, and at least one of every “original” color, Gold, Bronze, Brown, Blue and Green, left the world for between. Mauling, not sensing their Mine, crashing into each other and causing more injury, dragonets cried out. To continue the madness a strange man wandered onto the Grounds. His eyes looked empty, and bloodshot, some claim. He was Kivin, formerly K’vin. No one knew how the crazed man had found his way here. He took out his rage on a near by Green dragonet, another victim to this day of horror. He was then apprehended by several nearby DragonRiders. Kori, the Weyrling Master, accused Kivin of stealing her weyrlings. Raith, her White dragon, chimed in that Kivin smelled like the weyrlings too. Whether this was substantial proof or not, Kivin was already a dead man in all but state for killing the Green dragonet.
Hastanath was roaring in rage the entire time, and for a split second Chinta lost her control over the Gold. Hastanath grabbed the ex-Dragon Rider in her teeth and threw him against the wall of the Grounds. Kivin was instantly dead. She had been powerless to prevent most of the other deaths, but this one was intentional by a human, and was unheard of and unforgivable. It was regretted that no information could have been obtained from the man, but no one grieved his death either.
It was the day after the Hatching, which would be known as The Red Hatching forevermore. A search party was sent out to find the missing weyrlings. With the crazed man gone, for whatever reason, Chronos quickly located the missing weyrlings. They had been stolen away to a place of snow and cold. All of them were starving, and a few of them might have died if they hadn’t been found that moment. Dragons aplenty were present to help transport the unfortunates home. Cold and traumatized, underfed and injured, the weyrlings were quickly taken home.
It has been noted by some record keepers that all of the weyrlings that went missing were girls. If this was intentional, we also do not know. Any sort of “plan” by Kivin was never revealed.
Some suspect that Kivin had help in his doings, while others argue that no one would have helped such a man, nor would he have accepted help. Some say that Kivin believed in the Curse of the Azures and being around one caused his mind to become corrupt. They add to their argument that his belief is the very reason he left Tundra and Atraiyith behind until he was beyond any superstitious reason he would have left them.
No one truly knows. Kivin died without giving any answers, and the weyrlings knew nothing of his ‘ultimate goal’, if there had been such a thing. Everyone did know that they were overjoyed to have the weyrlings returned, and with what looked like peace on the horizon, many tried to forget the incident and strive towards peaceful times once more.
Weyrfolk were convinced, now that they were in a new home with troubles ‘solved’ (or forgotten) that everything was sure to get better! Unfortunately, they couldn’t have been further from the truth.
The third Clutch of Gold Kayleth and Bronze Zaurth Hatched several months after Hastanath’s eggs. People prayed that this Hatching would be bloodless and pleasant, and for the most part, it was. Onto the Sands would stumble several new color mutations; one loved, and one to be hated passionately later in the history of Rainbow Mists Weyr. The colors were Tiger and Starlight, Impressed to the Candidates R’nos and Kaivee.
Pern would come to hate the name Kaivee. Her personal nature might not have led her down the path to becoming a Dark Mists Weyr Rider, and later Senior Weyrwoman of that Weyr. However, a certain love of hers was a strong convincing factor; W’nor, Rider of Crimson Deikoeth, to be the most hated dragon on Pern.
On a simple, sunny afternoon, W’nor and Deiko headed down to the Weyr Lake. A few new born dragonets were splashing happily about when the Crimson arrived. They disgusted him, especially one angelic little dragonet. He hated conforming, rule following, ‘perfect’ little dragons. They were thoughtless, easily manipulated, and a waste of every resource worth mentioning on Pern. He terrorized the little one, capturing her between his much larger claws. He was Turns old, and she was just a dragonet. She cried for him to let go, but Deiko did not. It was fun to be in control, to have power. Here was something worth having! Power…something that these worthless dragons dare not tamper with. Who were they to cower away in high mountains? They surely had enough power to receive tithes from Holds, but why was that good enough? Why not rule the Holds? The Weyrs? The whole of Pern!?
Dragons quickly came to the scene of Deiko harming the young dragonet. Punishment was the only possible outcome for his horrid deeds! The dragonet was hurt, crying out to her Mine, and had light cuts laced around her hide, green ichor dripping from them; Deiko’s handiwork.
Deiko, empowered by his recent realization, would not just stand there and allow himself to be captured. He ordered his Rider onto his back, and W’nor obliged the dragon, as he dare not cross the Crimson. Kaivee, who was madly in love with W’nor, would not let him leave. She and Ralinith, who was still rather young, raced over to Deiko, not wanting to be left behind. D’ton had appeared with the group of angry Riders, but he was sick of this Weyr. He had wanted power here, and his Crimson had lost the Flight for Kayleth. With a quick mention of obtainable power from Deiko the Rider and Crimson left into the skies and between with Deiko, W’nor, Kaivee and Ralinith.
This was the day Dark Mists Weyr truly began; three rogues, each spurred by differing motives, but they would all come to want the same goal. They wanted power, to rule, and they would not stop with small things. They were after the whole of Pern!
Eggs from Clutches were stolen. Hold brats and people of the worst kind were whisked away by Dark Mists Riders, posing as Search Riders from the local Weyrs. Renika was among that number, and she would Impress Dark Mists Weyr’s second Queen, Abyss Valorith.
The evil Weyr grew, as did their power. Gossip spread over Pern about the rogue Riders and what had become of them. No one was ready for the massive War that was to come.
DeathWings from the North were remembered, and were realized as a huge threat once again. The Weyrs tried their best to strategize, but as no one had ever fought a DeathWing details were scarce and facts were far too vague.
Nightmare of all nightmares, Pern’s two biggest problems fused themselves together. Dark Mists Weyr allied itself with the DeathWings of the Far North. Akash and Deiko, two names that struck terror into all that heard them. The evil pair often liked to philosophize about power, though Ralinith and Kaivee wanted nothing to do with the evil raven-like creatures.
A war would come and pass, with the losses heavy on both sides. It would become known as the Weyr War, as nearly every Weyr was involved in the fighting. (For more information on Dark Mists Weyr, see “The History of Dark Mists Weyr”.)
So my reader, for the time being I leave you, hoping that the knowledge I have left for you will not be left disregarded. Perhaps when there is more time I will chronicle the events that are happening now, and those have happened recently. Until then my reader,
~Senior Weyrwoman Kaya, Rainbow Mists Weyr
