Monarch's Lore

Monarch

Clan Role: Citizen
Mate: None
Children: None
Friends: ???
Enemies: None

Lore

Monarch was named for greatness...at least that's always how he felt he had been named. Pie and Pumpkin were great parents, but the did not support a revolt against the leaders of Monarch's home clan. And Monarch believed that he should be...well...the monarch!
One night Monarch left. But before he did so, he stole a bracelet, a necklace, and wing bangles from his clan treasury. He knew they would look good on him, so mindlessly, he took them. As he had thought, they were perfect for him.
With dragons from various lairs after him, Monarch found a quiet, nondescript Fire clan. He chose this clan for two reasons. It had been quiet, no one was joining. He assumed it would remain small. And water puts out fire. This would become his lair. He would overtake it. It would become his. He would blot out its name. DarkFire and Dusk would no longer live. They would pay for his name.
He assimilated himself into the clan. He was kind and gentle, and to be honest, he loved it there. He wasn't a harsh dragon, he just longed to rule, like his name said he should.
One night, as the dragons slept, Monarch tossed and turned. He could feel the waters churning and rising under the earth and around it. He felt the water washing dangerously close to the fire lands, so he rose and went to investigate.
There was a small hatchling swimming desperately in the water. His eyes were dark blue, the color of a water dragon and there was a defiant look in his eyes.
"Come, little one," Monarch called softly, "stop bringing the water here. I will quench it when it comes time."
The hatchling rose from the seas and glared disdainfully at Monarch.
"I am Unnamed of the Seven Seas. I swim where I please and do what I wish. I have no heart," he smiled up at Monarch innocently, "but no one needs to know that!" He nestled close to the confused Monarch, "Will you take care of me? I wanna go to your lair! Can I help you quench fires?"
Monarch stared down at the hatchling. He had gone from menacing to adorable within seconds.
"And how do I know I can trust you?" He asked hesitantly.
Unnamed of the Seven Seas blinked slowly. "You don't. I also go by the name SeaKing. In some circles anyway."
"SeaKing would attracted less attention in my clan that "Unnamed of the Seven Seas"." Monarch told him dryly.
"Then I shall go by SeaKing. And I will help you with what you seek."
"What I seek?" Monarch laughed. "And what does a hatchling know about what I seek?"
"You said you'd quench the fires when it came time. I will help you. And then I will be on my way. As I always should be."
Monarch looked the hatchling over. "Very well, SeaKing. And to seal this deal, what shall we do?"
The hatchling tugged a leg band off and scooted it toward Monarch. "As a token of my word. I swear, I will do all I can to assist in your takeover. But make me your co-leader, Monarch. Make me the prince. I will lower myself by name, and become prince, if you become king. But you must become king first...."
Monarch nodded slowly. "As you wish."
SeaKing smile and butted heads with Monarch in a conspiratorial way.
"Just wait though. I sense a dragon to join us someday. They will help us. They will bring us our quenched fires. With the three, the fire shall die." And SeaKing smiled, and walked toward the lair.
With a smile, Monarch smiled. This clan would become his.

Diary

Currently unfilled.

Mate None

Friends SeaKing

Enemies None