It was an unusually stormy summer Saturday and Xzander, an Eleven foot tall Drow, which as many of his friends pointed out, is actually strange as a Drow is normally Seven and a half feet tall. He also was like most gay males in the world, in the matriarchal societies at least, and had a Symbol on the back of his neck, His was in the shape of the non-binary symbol, as it is called that in this era of time. He was wearing his Department of Creature Management also known as the D.C.M, uniform which consisted of a gray jumpsuit with a name patch and his own pointed pike shoes, with his staff strapped to his back, and vials of potions in a utility belt. He was heading to his car after sorting out a dispute between a Hive of Pixies and a Hive of Fairies, on the Portland Waterfront. Which had been disturbing the Saturday Market. When he heard a small whimper from some nearby bushes. And seeing as Xzander wasn't the sort of person to not help someone in trouble, he went and decided to see what was wrong.
As he approached the bushes he noticed there was what looked like a young male Medusian Draconian with Elven like features and a 24 foot long snake lower half, Wings folded behind his back, and deep brown back length cobras mixed in with his darkened damp hair. The child appeared to be around the age of 13, as he came to a stop he noticed that the young boy had lacerations, welts, and bruises littering his arms, neck, face, and wings. And thought that there'd be even more under his tattered Rolling Gnomes t-shirt, not to mention the scar that went over his left eye behind his sunglasses, and had various scales broken along the lower half of his body. Finally, shaking himself from his thoughts he asked “Hello, what's your name? Are you ok? Is there anything I can do to help?”
The young boy looked up and noticed his uniform and started talking fast in a practiced manner, “Hi my name is Chrysaor Ozais Gorgona-Silvertree, I’m 13 and me and my brothers have been being abused by our dad who is keeping us in the basement. As I was the quietest and fastest I flew here while our father was killing the last of our Dads and Moms. You need to help them. Our address is 41997 Royalview Avenue.” starting to cry when he mentioned his dad.
“Young one, why did you start crying when you mentioned your dad?” he asked Chrysaor while he picked the child up and comforted the child. “Well, dad was never like this until he brought one of the artifacts he was researching home, ever since he’s been wearing it. It started changing him, he started growing and started going crazy.” Chrysaor said with a frown as the rate of his crying increased.
“Shh, shh it’s all right, I'll help your brothers ok. Come on let’s get to my car and I’ll call headquarters to get some backup and let them know where we’ll be.” said Xzander as he carried the child to his Trolls Royce car model Phantom and sitting him in the back seat and grabbing his personal communication crystal. Walking away from the car a bit he said “Call D.C.M PDX Branch Dispatch.” To the crystal which glowed blue and projected a screen with a calling symbol.
“Hello Department of Creature Management What is your problem?” asked a female Naga dressed in a Skirt and Suit top, in a picture on the projected screen.
“Oh Aruna thank the god’s it’s you, I have a problem,” said Xzander smiling at the sight of the familiar Naga.
“Xzander what’s wrong? Did the Pixies and Fairies give you any problems?” asked Aruna.
“No they didn’t, and I Found a child that’s most likely a product of an H-04a97 and part of a DA-01a44.” said Xzander sadly.
“Oh dear. A sanctioned harem mixed with a Domestic Abuse category 5 due to a magical curse.” said Aruna sadly, “I'm guessing you want your brother Luther and a backup team to arrive after you set up certain wards?”
“Yes. You know me all too well. The address is 41997 Royalview Avenue. The child’s name is Chrysaor Ozais Gorgona-Silvertree, age 13, Gorgonian Draconian and Elven hybrid, with brown Cobra like snakes in what I'm guessing is deep brown hair, wearing a tattered Rolling Gnomes t-shirt and sunglasses. Unknown amount of siblings. Fast traveling to address by portal.” said Xzander Professionally.
“Okay, I’ll Let Police Chief Warbourne and your brother know. Be careful.” said Aruna before she hung up.
After the call ended Xzander walked back to the car and told Chrysaor “Ok, we’re leaving here and heading to your home. I want you to stay out of sight while I set up the wards to protect your Brothers and to freeze your father where he stands. This will allow my colleagues to go in and save all of your brothers and Detain your father. Ok?”
“Yes sir,” said Chrysaor, “Um I've read about wards, and I'm wondering if you'd like a scale to link them to my dad and my brothers?”
“That’d help. Are you shedding at the moment?” asked Xzander.
“Yes I am, and thankfully my body will be healed from its wounds. But there’ll be scars,” Chrysaor said sadly as he took a patch of peeling scales from his arms. Which he then handed to Xzander reading his name patch, “Here you go Officer Xzander.”
“Thank you Chrysaor,” said Xzander pocketing the shed skin, “Now would you like me to give you a numbing potion so you don’t feel all itchy from shedding?”
“Yes sir, that'd be great, Thank you.” Chrysaor said happily, with a smile that Xzander swore could light a pitch-black room.
Xzander handed Chrysaor a small vial of neon pink liquid. Who drank it down with a surprised look on his face and said startled “That tastes like strawberries and mint! How?”
“My personal recipe, it has 23 types of mint and strawberries as a base,” said Xzander as he buckled Chrysaor in. he then walked to the front of the car and started chanting in Scottish Gaelic, “o nèamhan gu h-àrd tha mi a ’guidhe ort, feuch an treòraich mi gu far am feum mi a bhith. 41997 Royalview Avenue anns a ’bhaile-mòr seo de phort is fearann.” and crushing a small vial filled with a fast travel potion of his personal recipe in front of his car. Creating a swirling Purple and Green Portal.
He then got into the car and started it, looking back he saw Chrysaor looking at the portal with wide eyes and smiling. Seeing the smile he thought ‘I’m going to make sure it'll appear often.’ as he started to drive into the portal all he could hear was the oohs and ahhs coming from Chrysaor.
When the portal disappeared a hooded figure looked where it was and smiled thinking ‘Today the future changes for the best, no longer shall the army of light be hidden. Soon the prince shall save the children and they shall flourish in his hands.` Then it slowly closed a journal with a sun and moon tree of life emblem on its cover, and started to disappear. But not before saying out loud "Strings are bonding upon the Loom of Fate. Happiness from sorrow, Life from death, and hope from fear. Soon a change shall blow throughout the world, making those with evil in their hearts quiver in fear and those whose hearts are filled with good rejoice." The voice started to fade as the figure looked up revealing a smiling face weathered by time and wrinkled with age. Soon the only thing left was bright purple eyes twinkling with hidden knowledge which slowly disappeared leaving only an emblem of Celtic knot upon the ground.
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