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Emerald was special. He had to be. He felt it.

His entire life he could tell there was something different about him. He could just feel the power that his talons held; no matter how much everyone seemed to miss it. Emerald knew the moment he learned what an Anima was and how the amazing Queen Myriad was one, that he was an Anima. He had royal blood, from Queen Myriad herself, so that had to be it. He had to be something.

Princes weren’t considered very important to the Kingdom. In fact they were usually nonexistent to most dragons besides a hungry SharkScale. Princes will never become Queen, so really they were treated like any other commoner.

And Prince Emerald didn’t like being ignored like that. He hated it.

He was special, couldn’t anyone else feel that? Couldn’t anyone else believe him?

Emerald spent his whole life trying to find the power he knew he had. He tried telekinesis, telepathy, putting others to sleep, erasing their memories, fabricating their memories, illusions, forcing laughter, mentally healing, mentally killing – anything and everything he could possibly think of, and nothing worked. But there had to be something! Sure, maybe his wounds and sicknesses didn’t recover as fast as a true Anima would – but he didn’t have to be a true Anima! He could very well be a slighter Anima, and he would be fine with that.

But he had to be something. He had to be special.

Emerald insisted on getting as much education as he could. He was very smart after all, and he loved learning more about the great Anima Queen, Queen Myriad. Learning her art style and even finding out about the tattered old scrolls that were written by her – they were the last remnants of written language that the Tribe had left. So of course Emerald took to studying them intensely with the help of the one last language scholar alive as his teacher, and spent weeks forgetting to eat or groom himself in order to learn how to read and write.

In particular, Emerald read over and over the short scroll where Queen Myriad talks about finding the caves and how she considered them a “treasure she was looking her entire life for.” He liked that word, treasure. He wondered if every Anima would have some treasure for them, somewhere. Something they were destined to find. Maybe he would find something as special to him as the caves were to Queen Myriad.

After everything, at least Emerald was special because he was now one of the extremely few ShoreScales who knew some written language.

But still, no one cared about him. No one cared about the “confusing scribbles.”

Emerald had, had enough of being ignored his whole life – of everyone just calling him “past the dips” or annoying. He packed a few supplies, including the last scrolls left, and ran away, leaving all those who ignored him behind – not that he thought, they would care. Maybe they would once he proved how special he was. Once he found his powers, or some “treasure” as special as Queen Myriad found, that would forever change the history of ShoreScales. Everyone would believe him then. Everyone would care about him. Maybe he would even become a King. “King Emerald Myriad.”

Emerald swam and trekked West with no real destination in mind, searching for something he felt had to exist somewhere. Somewhere there had to be something.

He had food, but still barely ate, though he occasionally chomped an unlucky fish that darted in front of him. Emerald spent most of his time stumbling through woods and tumbling through his thoughts, thinking of how he could prove himself, if he should even prove himself. Could he become a hero? Could he somehow kill or drive out the nearest SharkScale pod? No that wouldn’t be easy or necessary, really. Maybe if he thought of a flashy way to do it. Or he could seek out the other Tribes and maybe they would see how special he was? Maybe he could just seek revenge, become the villain after everyone has forsaken him? No that was too heavy-handed…

But, one truly fateful – destined – day, Emerald entered a lonely cave to seek shelter while wandering the Index Mountains, and there he found something – someone – special. He was shocked and unsure at first, seeing an emaciated and weak SharkScale curled up and barely breathing. A SharkScale with bloody eyes, presumably blind.

Of course, Emerald had to help the SharkScale; he was so pitiful – starved and deserted – just like himself. It had to be fate that brought Emerald here, fate that he still had some scraps left to give the SharkScale, who eagerly ate it. Emerald felt a connection right away, this SharkScale was special too – very special. Though, Emerald couldn’t quite understand, he could tell the SharkScale was trying to communicate to him through his mind – this poor SharkScale was an Anima. An abandoned Anima, just like him.

This SharkScale was Emerald’s treasure.

Treasure.

There’s more to this story of course, particularly on Treasure’s side. (Don’t worry, there’s an explanation for the eye thing) I will confirm that Emerald actually is a lesser Anima – the first one confirmed to have eternal life (no healing though, which you can tell since he’s a bit beat up) and he miiight have an Anima power.

But this took a long time to draw and write, and I don’t even know if it’s that good, but I’m gonna go do commissions now.

I apologize for ShoreScales being such a pain in the butt to draw.

Description
Emerald was special. He had to be. He felt it.

His entire life he could tell there was something different about him. He could just feel the power that his talons held; no matter how much everyone seemed to miss it. Emerald knew the moment he learned what an Anima was and how the amazing Queen Myriad was one, that he was an Anima. He had royal blood, from Queen Myriad herself, so that had to be it. He had to be something.

Princes weren’t considered very important to the Kingdom. In fact they were usually nonexistent to most dragons besides a hungry SharkScale. Princes will never become Queen, so really they were treated like any other commoner.

And Prince Emerald didn’t like being ignored like that. He hated it.

He was special, couldn’t anyone else feel that? Couldn’t anyone else believe him?

Emerald spent his whole life trying to find the power he knew he had. He tried telekinesis, telepathy, putting others to sleep, erasing their memories, fabricating their memories, illusions, forcing laughter, mentally healing, mentally killing – anything and everything he could possibly think of, and nothing worked. But there had to be something! Sure, maybe his wounds and sicknesses didn’t recover as fast as a true Anima would – but he didn’t have to be a true Anima! He could very well be a slighter Anima, and he would be fine with that.

But he had to be something. He had to be special.

Emerald insisted on getting as much education as he could. He was very smart after all, and he loved learning more about the great Anima Queen, Queen Myriad. Learning her art style and even finding out about the tattered old scrolls that were written by her – they were the last remnants of written language that the Tribe had left. So of course Emerald took to studying them intensely with the help of the one last language scholar alive as his teacher, and spent weeks forgetting to eat or groom himself in order to learn how to read and write.

In particular, Emerald read over and over the short scroll where Queen Myriad talks about finding the caves and how she considered them a “treasure she was looking her entire life for.” He liked that word, treasure. He wondered if every Anima would have some treasure for them, somewhere. Something they were destined to find. Maybe he would find something as special to him as the caves were to Queen Myriad.

After everything, at least Emerald was special because he was now one of the extremely few ShoreScales who knew some written language.

But still, no one cared about him. No one cared about the “confusing scribbles.”

Emerald had, had enough of being ignored his whole life – of everyone just calling him “past the dips” or annoying. He packed a few supplies, including the last scrolls left, and ran away, leaving all those who ignored him behind – not that he thought, they would care. Maybe they would once he proved how special he was. Once he found his powers, or some “treasure” as special as Queen Myriad found, that would forever change the history of ShoreScales. Everyone would believe him then. Everyone would care about him. Maybe he would even become a King. “King Emerald Myriad.”

Emerald swam and trekked West with no real destination in mind, searching for something he felt had to exist somewhere. Somewhere there had to be something.

He had food, but still barely ate, though he occasionally chomped an unlucky fish that darted in front of him. Emerald spent most of his time stumbling through woods and tumbling through his thoughts, thinking of how he could prove himself, if he should even prove himself. Could he become a hero? Could he somehow kill or drive out the nearest SharkScale pod? No that wouldn’t be easy or necessary, really. Maybe if he thought of a flashy way to do it. Or he could seek out the other Tribes and maybe they would see how special he was? Maybe he could just seek revenge, become the villain after everyone has forsaken him? No that was too heavy-handed…

But, one truly fateful – destined – day, Emerald entered a lonely cave to seek shelter while wandering the Index Mountains, and there he found something – someone – special. He was shocked and unsure at first, seeing an emaciated and weak SharkScale curled up and barely breathing. A SharkScale with bloody eyes, presumably blind.

Of course, Emerald had to help the SharkScale; he was so pitiful – starved and deserted – just like himself. It had to be fate that brought Emerald here, fate that he still had some scraps left to give the SharkScale, who eagerly ate it. Emerald felt a connection right away, this SharkScale was special too – very special. Though, Emerald couldn’t quite understand, he could tell the SharkScale was trying to communicate to him through his mind – this poor SharkScale was an Anima. An abandoned Anima, just like him.

This SharkScale was Emerald’s treasure.

Treasure.

There’s more to this story of course, particularly on Treasure’s side. (Don’t worry, there’s an explanation for the eye thing) I will confirm that Emerald actually is a lesser Anima – the first one confirmed to have eternal life (no healing though, which you can tell since he’s a bit beat up) and he miiight have an Anima power.

But this took a long time to draw and write, and I don’t even know if it’s that good, but I’m gonna go do commissions now.

I apologize for ShoreScales being such a pain in the butt to draw.