A name worthy of a prince has to be extraordinary, exciting, preferrably original, melodious, noble and respectable. But on the other hand it had to be easy to pronounce, not too long, preferrably without silly numbers or other things that ruin the feeling of the name. And it better not be anything like Pollux, since someone at court might actually have a slightly higher resistance against memory-warping spells, and a similar name might be a trigger for the spell to lose it's power over that particular subject.
Just when they had arrived at the basic requirements for a royal name, two small ruby-sparkling dragons came fluttering in through the curiously opening and closing stained-glass window in front of them. The open-close spell was a necessity as the baby dragons were utterly fascinated with the bright openings that were the windows in the otherwise so solid, dark stone walls. Glass shards don't bother dragons, but they bother humans and so she made the whole household happy with that simple swing-window spell.
The dragons were far from fully grown, only a few months old, but they grew quicly and soon they wouldn't be able to sit on her shoulders any longer. The witch had been a good friend of the dragons' mother, who had sadly been murdered by a knight (because he thought the dragon had stolen "his" maiden who had actually run away to live happily with one of his servants) just a few days before the eggs would hatch, and had decided to take care of the little dragons in their mother's place. The story of Thilyn tracking down the knight and avenging her friend is not for this tale. We now return to the story of the prince temporarily named Horse.
The youngest dragon, the female called Dethrambraxiolath (abbreviated to Brax most of the time), fluttered over to Horse's head, curled around the top of his head and stayed there, curiously sniffing at the hot-pink streaks in his hair. Then she sneezed. A small spark of dragon magick touched the hair and turned the streaks a shining silver colour.
That gave Thilyn an idea. Prince Argente* wasn't a bad name, and Horse, who had started to get tired of being called Horse now that he was human, welcomed the change of name with open arms. Literally as he happily made a large gesture and almost punched the other little dragon, Raxendrethan, who was fluttering beside him. When his hand got too close, Rax hissed and flew over to perch on Thilyn's shoulder. Thilyn petted the little dragon on his head and told the hatchlings who the stranger in the library was. Rax cautiously sniffed him as well but felt no need to sneeze, so Argente stayed the way he was.
The cousin came walzing into the library looking for an amusing book to read, so Thilyn rose to help him search the charmingly chaotic structure in there until he found something he was interested in. Ordinarily he'd spend his days wandering the vast forest, but even such a serene activity can become tedious, so he sometimes read instead. Satisfied with the new find he walzed back out of the library.
The witch quickly started with the preparations for the next step of the project and Argente started training every skill a prince had to know. Thilyn was only visible at dinnertime to weave the food onto the table (not out of thin air, it was stored in a large storage area in the old dungeons), but otherwise stayed in her study or the library, The little dragons were too mischievous to be allowed into the study so when she was in there they pestered prince Argente instead.
He in turn had actually found an area where Thilyn's cousin wasn't just a waste of space, because he was really a very skilled fencing-instructor. So with the help of the cousin and observations from his years as a horse he got better and better at fencing, decorum, dancing and, well all the other stuff that Pollux had been pretty good at. After a little more than a week of preparation, and one day of rest to recover from the intense studying, Thilyn announced that she was ready to weave the spell. All she needed was an arms length to the throne, crown and sceptre, and all the members of the royal family present. Early the next day the witch, the donkey and the prince set off towards the King's Castle.
(*Argentum is silver in Latin)
Just when they had arrived at the basic requirements for a royal name, two small ruby-sparkling dragons came fluttering in through the curiously opening and closing stained-glass window in front of them. The open-close spell was a necessity as the baby dragons were utterly fascinated with the bright openings that were the windows in the otherwise so solid, dark stone walls. Glass shards don't bother dragons, but they bother humans and so she made the whole household happy with that simple swing-window spell.
The dragons were far from fully grown, only a few months old, but they grew quicly and soon they wouldn't be able to sit on her shoulders any longer. The witch had been a good friend of the dragons' mother, who had sadly been murdered by a knight (because he thought the dragon had stolen "his" maiden who had actually run away to live happily with one of his servants) just a few days before the eggs would hatch, and had decided to take care of the little dragons in their mother's place. The story of Thilyn tracking down the knight and avenging her friend is not for this tale. We now return to the story of the prince temporarily named Horse.
The youngest dragon, the female called Dethrambraxiolath (abbreviated to Brax most of the time), fluttered over to Horse's head, curled around the top of his head and stayed there, curiously sniffing at the hot-pink streaks in his hair. Then she sneezed. A small spark of dragon magick touched the hair and turned the streaks a shining silver colour.
That gave Thilyn an idea. Prince Argente* wasn't a bad name, and Horse, who had started to get tired of being called Horse now that he was human, welcomed the change of name with open arms. Literally as he happily made a large gesture and almost punched the other little dragon, Raxendrethan, who was fluttering beside him. When his hand got too close, Rax hissed and flew over to perch on Thilyn's shoulder. Thilyn petted the little dragon on his head and told the hatchlings who the stranger in the library was. Rax cautiously sniffed him as well but felt no need to sneeze, so Argente stayed the way he was.
The cousin came walzing into the library looking for an amusing book to read, so Thilyn rose to help him search the charmingly chaotic structure in there until he found something he was interested in. Ordinarily he'd spend his days wandering the vast forest, but even such a serene activity can become tedious, so he sometimes read instead. Satisfied with the new find he walzed back out of the library.
The witch quickly started with the preparations for the next step of the project and Argente started training every skill a prince had to know. Thilyn was only visible at dinnertime to weave the food onto the table (not out of thin air, it was stored in a large storage area in the old dungeons), but otherwise stayed in her study or the library, The little dragons were too mischievous to be allowed into the study so when she was in there they pestered prince Argente instead.
He in turn had actually found an area where Thilyn's cousin wasn't just a waste of space, because he was really a very skilled fencing-instructor. So with the help of the cousin and observations from his years as a horse he got better and better at fencing, decorum, dancing and, well all the other stuff that Pollux had been pretty good at. After a little more than a week of preparation, and one day of rest to recover from the intense studying, Thilyn announced that she was ready to weave the spell. All she needed was an arms length to the throne, crown and sceptre, and all the members of the royal family present. Early the next day the witch, the donkey and the prince set off towards the King's Castle.
(*Argentum is silver in Latin)
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