My Search For Nanakaia

My earliest memories are from way back when I was about just post-hatchling age. I would guesstimate about 10 years by a human calendar, but such is not important. Even at that age I knew my Nanakaia, and we would play in much the same way that wolves do on those cheesy B documentaries - complete with yelping and chasing. (I must have been the biggest pain at that age - no matter).

At any rate, Nanakaia herself was deep blue with lighter (light or pure) blue nderscales, and was positively beautiful to me. As I grew, I came to love her beyond the usual "game and play" period. And I was given the name Kedrasix, which breaks down to mean "The will of the soul," with hers coming somewhat close to "inner fire." Much of the memories I have that are still shrouded in haze as are my times with her, but our love was quite strong, and I have a few scraps to go by about my time with her from as early as the hatchling ones I already said. It sort of blurs, there is mostly time spent together - the whole spectrum of loving each other, and times spent enjoying life.

After that comes the typical stereotype - I was given my cave, which I can remember in every detail... right down to the hole in the roof that I used to watch the stars at night. At any rate, parts after that point are best described as an easy life - it was the last time I was truly happy. Happiness is having everything you need, having your true love in sight and always with you, and not having a single problem in the world and is a very good thing.

No problems until one night - more like early morning, before the sun came up - a friend called me out of a dead sleep to come see something. What I was brought to see I still have trouble describing in words - and something quite potent in my own past life regression. I saw a dragon lying dead, one that I knew, at the crossroads of the "village" proper. A dear friend and close advisor of mine. Killed by a force bound to a name I still cannot identify - the "Chshaza" (Chsh is one sound).

Enraged, I howled at the loss, but I snapped out of it when I remembered my Nanakaia - I was worried for her safety and full of despair. I saw her next. She was there, alive and well, at her cave (thankfully). At this, I told her that it was time I went to fight this... Chshaza? And that I would return and seek her out, no matter how long it took. She then reassured me of her love for me, and that she would do the same. After that, I never saw her again...

The remainder of memories before the end of this... war? - are mostly ghosts and phantoms that I pick up on at times. Most are quite painful, and some are of close friends dying in battle. Although I'm no damned hero, this is who I am. When I returned, after all was said and done, her old cave stood empty. She was simply... gone. I lived perhaps one, two years after that point, until one day by the sea, I watched the waves roll by, and laying down my head, praying to find her, it all ended.

I plan to keep my word to her, to find her again, no matter how muc h time over however how many lives it might take. It's just something that is painful for me. The last time I tried to find her proper, I was assailed by another phantom. As far as I can tell, however, my being on this Earth in the first place means something, so I would assume she is here also.

Mercenary (Kedrayama}
as told to Lair2000