Angcuru, here you go
The character, Mithras, and his brother Daros, as kids, used to sometimes fly in a region of their mountain range that was forbidden. During one such trip, they spied on three very young blue dragons. Instead of fleeing, the two brothers watched in fascination as the beautiful creatures played in the air. They found a hiding spot and watched. They were taught that dragons were their mortal enemies, but that only added to their awe. After an hour the dragons left and the brothers went back to their aerie, telling no one of what they saw.
As the brothers grew up, they would often sneak away to spy on the young dragons. But as the responsibilities of age came upon them, they went less and less. Or so Daros thought, for Mithras would still sneak away from time to time.
Mithras and Daros both were diligently training to be fighters and master the sorcerous abilities that ran in their bloodline. One day they were to become bladesingers, as many members in their family are. Both brothers excelled in the martial aspects, but only Daros did well in the sorcerous arts. He did more then well; it was clear that he would become a powerful caster one day. Mithras on the other hand, did not take well to magic. He tried and tried, but nothing helped. The more he sought the gift of magic, the more it eluded him. He tried to keep this hidden since their expectations were so high and the tradition of magic so strong in their family.
In a few months there was to be a diplomatic envoy from Evereska visiting to meet with the elders and hold discussions. Among the many events planned during their visit, there was to be a display of talent and skill by the young avariel bladesinger trainees.
Daros became quite worried about this, since he had long suspected that his brother did not posses the magical spark and that the display would be a disaster for Mithras. So his brother finally confronted Mithras, telling him to withdraw from the event and to drop his dreams of becoming a bladesinger. In anger, Mithras lashed out at Daros, breaking his jaw. Seeing what he had done, Mithras fled to calm himself and collect his thoughts. He went to the one place that always brought him a sense of wonder.
He flew as fast as he could to the dragon's area, wishing to loose himself in their dance. When he arrived, he saw that none of the dragons were there; but Mithras knew it was a matter of time. So he found a comfortable spot, hidden from the view of most, and slept.
When he awoke, a gigantic blue dragon filled his vision as it carefully studied Mithras. The blue dragon did not attack him, but with a soft sibilant voice it spoke to him. She introduced herself as Zariathanos and simply asked his name and why he watched her children as they played. She seemed pleased by his fascination and spoke kindly to him, letting him know that all the tales he had heard of dragons were exaggerated and that Zariath wished his people no harm. The blue dragon told him that Mithras might visit her anytime he wished; but not to tell his kin because they would not understand.
Mithras returned to the aerie, tearfully apologizing to his brother. He begged him not to tell their parents about it all. Mithras planned to feign an injury so he could excuse himself from the demonstration. Daros was satisfied by this, but made Mithras promise to tell their parents once the dignitaries left. Combat and magical practice continued over the weeks and Mithras continued to visit the Zariath as often as he could.
Zariath would share stories of ancient kingdoms, gods long lost, and even older tales of the time of dragons. As much as the blue dragon told him, so did Mithras tell of his own people, of his troubles and the events in his aerie. The wyrm was expressive in all, telling him of secrets and things he wished to know but few dared speak of. She spoke with an elegance that Mithras had never known. They were words and ideas that planted seeds of doubt on all the things that Mithras believed.
After several such visits, the dragon told Mithras that she could solve many of his problems. That she was a very powerful sorceress herself and could impart the gift of magic upon Mithras. On hearing this he was overjoyed; but quickly asked what she wanted in return? Zariath told him that she feared that the envoys from Evereska were here to slay her and her children. She explained that evil men had committed many foul deeds near Evereska and that these brigands had blamed it on the blue dragons. She simply wished to know when and where the meeting would take place, for she wanted to send a representative to explain what had happened.
Mithras agreed, seeing only good coming from all of this. He would be hailed as a hero for having found out the truth of the attacks, and he would have the magical ability he so craved. He would finally be able to take his place by his brother’s side. Zariath took the avariel to one of her lairs. There, an agonizingly painful ritual was performed, but in the end, Mithras had what he wanted. Sorcery was his. What once was completely out of his reach, now came to him easily and quickly. It was as if a veil had been lifted from his eyes and the world was new. As you can imagine, things did not work out as Mithras had hoped when he returned to the aerie.
A large flight of blue dragons attacked the meeting. Mithras begged the Zariath to stop the slaughter, but was knocked unconscious during the slaughter. His last memory was Zariath laughing and whispering to him that she had other plans for him.
Mithras awoke in chains; the few survivors had heard his pleas to the dragon, which branded him a traitor to his people. His brother was nearby; his head hung low and quietly sobbing. Daros confessed to their past infractions at seeing what their foolishness had wrought. In the end, Mithras was cast out from his people; his wings removed by their strongest magics so that only the gods themselves could return them to doomed avariel.
