On one of his many adventures into the deeper parts of a large forest, Seren came across a set of greysteel armor with no knowledge of its origin or maker. As he approached, the armor seemed to seethe with a sickly, pale, purple energy, rising like flames from the joints and cracks etched by time and exposure to the elements. He reached out a paw, feeling the cold metal chill his palm. It was unnatural, feeling like winter its self had loosed an icy breath upon it.

As he went to pull his arm back, the armor suddenly came to life,jolting into the air and splitting into separate pieces. In conjunction, every piece of the armor latched onto Seren at the corresponding body part. He screamed and struggled at the frozen greysteel armor locked tight onto his body. A force far stronger than he crushed down on his limbs and chest, feeling more pain than anything he had ever felt. Soon, there was nothing but silence as the dragon lied there among the ancient Oaks.

He rose to his feet. A power, an energy he had never felt pumped through his body. It was invigorating, giving him a new meaning to the feeling of true power. A shadow manifested in front of of him, materializing from thin air. It spoke in a harsh, raspy voice, with a cadence like that of a brain damaged patient. "You...have..DiSTURbed mY sluMbeR. AnD noW youR morTAL bindINGs will be Cut." The shadow lurched forward at Seren, but stopped in mid lunge. A purple light formed at his palms.

Two orbs of the same color energy appeared in the center of his palms. They seethed with the same, dark, purple flames. As he felt that same energy flow through his body once more, a greysteel blade of similar design as the armor materialized in his hands. He squeezed his hands around the grip feeling its frozen metal against his flesh. And without thinking, he took a fighting stance and swung the large blade at the shadow. It cleaved clean through the entity, slicing it in two. The shadow stumbled back spouting words of frustration and defeat. "nO, thiS cannoT bE my FaTE. I cannot BE DefeaTED by This...MortAL!" It shrieked a piercing scream and dissipated into air.

Seren stood there in wonderment and awestruck by this new power. Whatever lied before him was surely to be a road of power and that of destruction. Something that he did not entirely want, but could most likely come to terms with. After a few moments of contemplation, he sheathed the large blade on his back and began the trek out of the deep woods. It was night by now, but the pale, purple light that emitted from the new found armor provided enough light for to make his way from the forest, towards his little home town. But, a smirk formed on his face as he stared off at it just on the horizon...

Arted by EdgarKingMaker Link to original: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/24300129/

Character: Seren Duskfalre belongs to me