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Annul - verb - to make or declare invalid, void
That's what happened to the Golds and Bronzes nearly 200 Turns ago. They shrank while the Greens and Blues grew. Now the Greens clutch and the Blues chase. Only fourteen Turns ago, when the world thought Thread no longer fell, the Red Star surprised the Weyr and fell with unforgiving relentness. Now the dragons aim to fight back.
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BEFORE the WAR « Reply #1 on Jul 21, 2008, 6:39pm »
AIVAS said that the twin explosions on the Red Star would knock the planet out of orbit. AIVAS was right, and the dragonriders immediately saw the effects. Where the Red Star should have been it wasn’t. Though only a small difference when seen by the human eye, the red-tinged planet had actually moved many miles from its original erratic path. The Red Star had moved, but this generation of Pernians would not get to bask in the glory of there being no Thread. Instead, every Threadfall a Weyr always took to the skies. The dragons knew that these Threadfalls would be their last. The dragons inended to make the last Threadfalls as adventurous as the first dragon-scored falls had been.
Unfortunately, the Red Star decided to go out with a bang, literally. When the dragons had forcefully moved the planet out of it’s orbit, more of the Thread nodules escaped than normal. Not even the Yokohoma could possibly help the dragonriders with the flood of Thread that would befall the planet in only a sevenday. Fortunately, the weather and space systems were all in check, and the dragonriders had a fair amount of warning. They supplied themselves with firestone and readied the ground crews. And all of the Weyrs joined in this monumental Threadfall.
Of the Queens, the clutchers of the draconic world, only two would come out alive.
Of all the Bronzes, only seven would live.
Of the Browns, only twenty-one survived.
Of all of the Blues, twenty would escape death.
Of the Greens there would be thirty-two.
And Jaxom would catch some Thread in his eye, a slow and painful death. Finally, after three long days of agony, a tortured and gray Ruth would escape to the unforgiving between.
In the end, Northern Pern was a ravaged wasteland. Thread burrows littered the ground, gobbling up anything living in their tracks. The two Queens and their riders were the last Golds and Goldriders on the planet. Plith of Gold Amazoth was older than Meer of Gold Norjath. It was Plith who decided to escape to the Southern Continent. Many Holders and all of the dragonriders agreed. All of the dragonriders but Meer. Meer knew that, with a bit of manpower and determination, Pern could be won from Thread’s clutches. Plith didn’t want to try, eventhough her dragon, Amazoth, agreed with Meer.
Only six riders changed their minds. Those six riders stayed with Meer. Those riders were B’oron of Bronze Seeth, D’rayan of Brown Teerath, Z’an of Blue Creeth, T’or of Blue Malth, L’eef of Green Zeyeath, and Sara of Green Mournth. The rest of the dragonriders, and all but three Holders and their Holds, ran from Pern.
Then began the slow and arduous task of rebuilding Pern. The riders lived in Fort Weyr. First they found as much of the dead as they could and buried the dead in Ista Weyr. A Turn later, Norjath rose for a Flight. Having only two real chasers, the Gold allowed the Blues to Fly, also. Almost as if by accident, T’or of Blue Malth caught Norjath. While Meer was fuming at her dragon for letting a Blue catch her, Norjath was happy. It’s time for a change. Norjath told her rider while snuggling against the much smaller Blue.
Little did Norjath know, she had just set off a chain reaction that would end up mutating the dragon lines. When Norjath’s eggs hatched the most noticeable difference was that the Gold and Bronze dragonets were smaller. No one noticed the slight increase in size of the lower colors. Of course, only a few dragons Impressed, as there was not enough candidates. Few eggs had hatched in the first place, and with the recent destruction the clutch had been small to begin with. In all, only five dragonets Impresed. The Gold, Mayeth, Impressed to a girl named Marta. There were three greens, Nettith, Broth, and Quenth, and a Brown, Aaeth, who Impressed to a boy of maybe ten Turns. The next few Turns Norjath rose gain, but only preferred the Blue that she had originally chosen. The clutches were small, but two Bronzes Impressed. There were no Gold eggs.
When Gold Mayeth rose and was caught by Bronze Seeth, everyone was overjoyed. There was a Gold egg, but it never hatched. Though people were disheartened, at least a Gold had stuck to common behavior. Turns passed, and Norjath passed away the day before her last clutch hatched. Her last clutch with Malth. Of that clutch there was a Gold who Impressed herself to a nice and genial lady. That Gold was the start of the mutation process that would begin to form the current-day Annul Weyr. That Gold also took a Blue for her mate, and that Blue was a Blue from the same clutch she had hatched form. The first noticeable appearance that told the people something was wrong was the fact that the Gold’s first clutch contained a White. Only seen once before, Whites were considered an anomaly. The White chose to between instead of Impress, but already the damage was done.
The mutations had begun.
Nearly 100 Turns later the first strange colors appeared. The first to date was the black hatchling, a female named Zorath. Also noticeable in this clutch was the fact that the Blues and Greens were the sizes of Browns. And the Bronzes were noticeably smaller. Thought as a one-time thing the Black was welcomed into the Weyr as if it were a normal color. Since that first Black, Blacks were seen in every clutch, which wasn’t bad, considering that they could not clutch.
100 more Turns passed, and it was now the Turn that signified the end of the Interval. It was in this Turn that a Green Flew. Now the common reader might sigh in exasperation and say, ‘Greens always Fly!’ But the intuitive reader would know what had happened next. The Green clutched. The clutch was small, only two eggs, but the clutch surprised the whole Weyr. Green dragons were sterile, so how could this Green clutch? As the Green was caught by a Blue, the two hatchlings were a Blue and Green. But the Green, whose name was Allorath and was ridden by Lettie, had still clutched.
There were not other Green clutches for three Turns. But the next Green to clutch, Poranth of Missy, clutched four eggs. One of the eggs held a new color, a female Pink. Just like the first Black dragon 200 Turns ago, the Pink was welcomed into the Weyr like it was not an anomaly. Unlike the first Black, and all Black dragons hence, when the Pink, named Yaxeth, flew, she clutched. The resulting clutch contained larger Greens and Blues and one other Pink, a male. These Greens all clutched after being caught, and from their eggs came more Pinks, Blacks, and normal colors. There was even a newer color, a Silver, which seemed to only come from an egg containing a Black.
No one knows exactly when this happened, as all Records of this happening were lost in the great war. Either way, it was around the end of what was supposed to be the 10th Pass that a woman named Ashia, learned in the ways of the past by reading disused AIVAS files, found that the dragons she had taken as granted were not the dragons of the old. The dragons in her time period were all of middle size, with the Greens, Blues, and Pinks slightly larger than the never-changing Browns. The Golds and Bronzes, as well as the Blacks and Silvers, were all smaller than the Browns. The Whites were the smallest still. But, Ashia knew, the dragons of the old where different. The Golds and Bronzes were larger, the Greens and Blues were smaller. The Greens had been sterile, but now the Greens and Golds clutched the same amount of eggs. Even the egg colors were different. Where there used to be a golden egg that hatched a Gold now the eggs were all the same; even the Gold eggs were the same colors.
AFTER the WAR « Reply #2 on Jul 21, 2008, 6:40pm »
The riders at Fort Weyr had never really thought they were Fort Weyr dragons, even if, a long time ago some dragons had survived from Fort Weyr. Instead, they considered themselves to be Weyrless. There were a few dragonriders and Holders who thought they should be Fort Weyr dragons, as their ancestors had lived in that Weyr for hundreds of Turns. A larger group insisted that they could not be named for dragons long deceased.
The riders, dragons, and dragonless people got stirred up over such a trivial matter. Many of the newer colors chose the side of ‘it’s not our name,’ while many of the Golds and Bronzes, if not all, chose the other side. Over the skies of Fort Weyr a battle raged. Normally, the dragons would never fight each other, but Ashia had convinced the Goldriders and Bronzeriders that they were the rightful leaders of the Weyr. The battle was fought without firestone or fire. Instead, the dragons fought with tooth and claw; one side fought for their ancestor’s past Weyr name to remain unchanged and the other lusted for power.
As the Greens and Blues were larger, and immensely more agile, the opposing side only lasted for three days. Nearly twenty Gold and Bronzeriders lay, dead, wounded, or unscathed, on the unforgiving ground. They were bathed in blood and ichor, as was everyone else. But these people were also mentally wounded: their dragons had gone between. The Browns had been wise and had not participated in the war, no matter how much their riders wanted to. Several Blue, a lot of Black and Green, and two Pinkriders lay in much the same ways as the Gold and Bronzeriders. No Silvers or the lone White had been killed, though three Silvers were injured.
To satiate everyone’s problems, the Weyr decided to relocate. They relocated to Benden Weyr’s now desolate volcano. Though there was still no name for the Weyr, everyone was just a little happier. All they needed was a Weyrleader and a Weyrwoman, the latter having been killed in the fight. The first dragon to rise would take that spot. And that first dragon was a Green named Namorath, and she was caught by a Blue named Camdeth. This was the first time a Greenrider had ever become Weyrwoman, and a Bluerider had ever become Weyrleader.
Over the next Turns the Greens continued to clutch. More and more Turns passed and while the Greens and Blues continued to grow, the Golds and Bronzes continued to shrink. Along with growth, Green clutches grew. Similarly, along with shrinking, Gold clutch numbers dropped until Golds no longer clutched. Nearly 100 Turns later the Weyrwoman’s Green, Rashath, clutched a clutch of 24. Two of those 24 were Purples, a new color. Turns later, the Purples clutched. The Purples were seen as new higher-ranking colors. Another 100 or so Turns passed. One last color presented itself: Orange. This color was genderless and seemed to come from hard-shelled eggs like the Whites.
And only a half a Turn before the presumed Pass of the Red Star, a woman intruded upon the unnamed Weyr. This woman was pregnant, and already six months in her pregnancy. D’en of Blue Harrasath, the current Weyrleader, and his patrol, Pink Glitith, Brown Iith, and Gold Santath, found her asleep in the middle of a flowering field. He brought her back to the Weyr and sent her to the Infirmary. When the woman woke up she was surprised, but not just because she was in a bed. She was surprised that there were dragons around at all. The woman, named Beckanne, had been exiled. She came from the Southern Continent, and to be more precise, Southern Weyr. The dragonriders there had recruited scribes for as long as anyone could remember. Scribes were people who recorded any event that needed to be recorded, whether by art or by written hand. Scribes had to follow very strict rules, and Beckanne had not followed one of them: one must never get pregnant. Scribes were allowed to love, but pregnancy, and the time needed for the child after its birth, was considered troublesome and took time away from the scribe’s work.
Beckanne was at first surprised that anyone could survive in the Northern Continents, as the people ruling the Weyrs in the Southern Continent always described the land being hard and craggy without a tree in sight. On the contrary, the Northern Continent was possibly the better foliaged continent. The dragonriders, with the combined efforts of the grubs, the fire-lizards, and the whers, had rid the Northern Continent of all of the Thread burrows nearly 300 Turns before. Secondly, the only Weyrleaders she knew rode Gold and Bronze dragons that were, though large, smaller than the Green and Blue dragons found on the Northern Continent. She called that annul, which the Weyrleader’s became confused about until she explained the meaning of the word to them. To become annul was to void, which was exactly what the Bronze and Gold dragons had become. Where they had once been the ‘top of the food-chain,’ now they were at the bottom. The Weyrleaders, D’en of Blue Harrasath and Operza of Green Uelleth, decided to name their Weyr after that word, and thus the Weyr, after Turns of being nameless, became known as Annul Weyr.
Beckanne came down with a serious stomach flu only three days before her daughter was born. Exhausted after the flu and the many hours of labor, Beckanne had only the name of her child to say before she died. The child’s name would be Beccalynn, named after herself and the Weyrwoman of Southern Weyr. Operza took the child as her own, and when the girl was old enough Operza told her about her mother and how her mother had lived on the Southern Continent. The girl had grown up with Northern Continent history, and so despised the Southern Continent, but she could not bring herself to despise her mother. Instead, she began to use the name ‘Becca,’ in honor of her mother. Becca was twelve when she Impressed to Green Hyacinth. Hyacinth was the only Green Hatchling in ten Turns. Golds and Bronzes had become more and more common just as Greens, Purples, and Blues had become more and more scarce.
Seven Turns later Operza broke her leg in a freak accident, and her dragon, Uelleth, had torn most of her wing membranes in that same accident. Knowing that Uelleth could not rise to Fly any longer, Operza stepped down. There were three other Greens that could vie for the spot of Senior Weyrwoman. Unfortunately, both Greens (Dotth and Xolth) flew at once, and immediately squabbled and fought. They went between. This meant that the only other Green nearing her first Flight was Hyacinth. The nineteen year old was the Senior Weyrwoman without having to do anything. Hyacinth rose and chose a Blue, Jayth, to be her mate. His rider, M’nan, was to be the Weyrleader. And now Hyacinth’s clutch, a clutch of 15 eggs, is hardening on the Sands.
Nearly seventeen years before, only five Turns into the Pass, Thread began to fall. After not having to flame Thread for nearly six hundred Turns, the dragons were new to the concept. Thankful that they had not gotten rid of the grubs, as they had not flamed the first couple Threadfalls, the dragons slowly remembered how to flame. No one knows why the Red Star came back, or why it was so close to Pern, close enough to drop its deadly Thread. Maybe it’s erratic path had disintegrated farther beyond than what they had thought. But now there was Thread on Pern.
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