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Spiral dragons were known for many things. They were known for being energetic, quick, flying in erratic patterns and they were known for having trouble focusing on one thing, but they were superior at multitasking. However, their most well kept secret was unexpected of such normally happy and social creatures. Now, it was common knowledge that various spirals were talented spellcasters, but the true secret lies with the less magically talented.

"Get out of here, return to the safety of our lair!" the strongest warrior of the clan, a male guardian with an impressive beard, shouted to him. The large dragon never took his eyes off the dangerous creatures before him, dark, twisting, nameless shapes all knew were spawn of the Shade. A war had begun.
"No, I don't want to die a coward! I will fight too!" the young spiral answered, determined to help out his clan, and all of the continent, in this struggle against their ancient enemy.
"You know nothing of magic, and your body is weak. Leave the fighting to the warriors." the larger dragon spoke harshly.
"But I want to help-"
"If you want to help, stop distracting me. Now get back inside!" for once, the guardian turned around, his gaze exerting a pressure powerful enough to make anyone subject to his will. The spiral knew this was an order, and turned away from the battlefield. However, he had no wish to return to their den. He believed it to be a shame to sit back and watch as others were dying out there, but there was nothing he could do. No. There had to be something he could do. He knew his power would never compare to that of imperials, snappers and guardians, and his magical abilities were matched even by Fae hatchlings, but he was quick and agile. There had to be some way he could use that in battle. Then an idea dawned to him. Taking a last look around to make sure no one would notice him leaving, he set off for the Blacksand Annex.

"What do you want us to do?" the coatl, barely older than a hatchling, gasped in shock.
"Curved blades, see?" the spiral pointed at his sketch of two nearly identical weapons, the direction of the spikes on the knuckle bow being the only difference.
The two friends stared at the drawing for a little while, then the spiral sighed.
"Please, I really want this. I can't wield a heavy weapon or cast spells, but I can spiral and dodge better than anyone else. With this, rotation and agility are the only things I need to be a valuable warrior."
"But what if you-"
"But what if I don't?" the spiral embraced his friend with all six of his wings. "We'll make our clans proud- no, all of Sornieth will remember us!"
The coatl allowed a sad smile on her face when seeing the determination in her friend's eyes.
"Well..."
How much she loved those eyes. She wouldn't dare cause the disappointment to extinguish the beautiful flame in his irises.
"I know how good you are at forging weapons, with the help of your sister, I'm sure we can make these swords!"
She changed her mind. "Right, hesitation won't get us anywhere. Just promise me you won't regret any of this, okay?"
"No doubt I won't"
Neither of them slept that night, bringing the sketch into the real world, sharpening the edges of the steel until it could easily slice through any fruit.
As soon as the weapons were finished, the spiral took them in his hands, flew up a little bit, and spun around the way only spirals could, the blades turning him into a lethal spiralling flash, before he landed again, and looked back to his friend, his eyes as fiery as the flames the blades were forged in.
"I will end this war."
Then he took wing.

Spirals were known for many things. They were known to be energetic, quick... but from that day on, they were also known for their fierceness with the rotating blades, the Seven Edges of Elimination.

For Flameforger's event 'Forge your own'.
Sketch on paper, rest in Photoshop. Old paper texture used.

Spirals © Flight Rising
Blades design by me

Description
Spiral dragons were known for many things. They were known for being energetic, quick, flying in erratic patterns and they were known for having trouble focusing on one thing, but they were superior at multitasking. However, their most well kept secret was unexpected of such normally happy and social creatures. Now, it was common knowledge that various spirals were talented spellcasters, but the true secret lies with the less magically talented.

"Get out of here, return to the safety of our lair!" the strongest warrior of the clan, a male guardian with an impressive beard, shouted to him. The large dragon never took his eyes off the dangerous creatures before him, dark, twisting, nameless shapes all knew were spawn of the Shade. A war had begun.
"No, I don't want to die a coward! I will fight too!" the young spiral answered, determined to help out his clan, and all of the continent, in this struggle against their ancient enemy.
"You know nothing of magic, and your body is weak. Leave the fighting to the warriors." the larger dragon spoke harshly.
"But I want to help-"
"If you want to help, stop distracting me. Now get back inside!" for once, the guardian turned around, his gaze exerting a pressure powerful enough to make anyone subject to his will. The spiral knew this was an order, and turned away from the battlefield. However, he had no wish to return to their den. He believed it to be a shame to sit back and watch as others were dying out there, but there was nothing he could do. No. There had to be something he could do. He knew his power would never compare to that of imperials, snappers and guardians, and his magical abilities were matched even by Fae hatchlings, but he was quick and agile. There had to be some way he could use that in battle. Then an idea dawned to him. Taking a last look around to make sure no one would notice him leaving, he set off for the Blacksand Annex.

"What do you want us to do?" the coatl, barely older than a hatchling, gasped in shock.
"Curved blades, see?" the spiral pointed at his sketch of two nearly identical weapons, the direction of the spikes on the knuckle bow being the only difference.
The two friends stared at the drawing for a little while, then the spiral sighed.
"Please, I really want this. I can't wield a heavy weapon or cast spells, but I can spiral and dodge better than anyone else. With this, rotation and agility are the only things I need to be a valuable warrior."
"But what if you-"
"But what if I don't?" the spiral embraced his friend with all six of his wings. "We'll make our clans proud- no, all of Sornieth will remember us!"
The coatl allowed a sad smile on her face when seeing the determination in her friend's eyes.
"Well..."
How much she loved those eyes. She wouldn't dare cause the disappointment to extinguish the beautiful flame in his irises.
"I know how good you are at forging weapons, with the help of your sister, I'm sure we can make these swords!"
She changed her mind. "Right, hesitation won't get us anywhere. Just promise me you won't regret any of this, okay?"
"No doubt I won't"
Neither of them slept that night, bringing the sketch into the real world, sharpening the edges of the steel until it could easily slice through any fruit.
As soon as the weapons were finished, the spiral took them in his hands, flew up a little bit, and spun around the way only spirals could, the blades turning him into a lethal spiralling flash, before he landed again, and looked back to his friend, his eyes as fiery as the flames the blades were forged in.
"I will end this war."
Then he took wing.

Spirals were known for many things. They were known to be energetic, quick... but from that day on, they were also known for their fierceness with the rotating blades, the Seven Edges of Elimination.

For Flameforger's event 'Forge your own'.
Sketch on paper, rest in Photoshop. Old paper texture used.

Spirals © Flight Rising
Blades design by me