Story told by Kyriann - Atysmas Storytelling Assembly in Jena Year 2600 (2018-12-28)
The Black Dragon - Ba Nhor Drakan
A Tryker tale
Once upon a time was a little Tryker named Naroy. You will tell me that small and Tryker is redundant, but not at all! Naroy really was very small, first because he wasn't very old, secondly because he didn't have much of an appetite, although his mother stuffed his pockets with gingerbread and fruit and, last but not least, because all around him there were only big and turbulent Fyros children.
Because, you should know, Naroy lived in Pyr with his mother and he lived in Pyr because his mother was Fyros. A beautiful, tall Fyros with fire hair and a long, unruly lock, in brief a real Fyros.
And our very small Naroy, with arms and legs like pins, he had green hair - green, but so dark that it seemed almost black.
And that's why Naroy was the laughing stock of his playmates. Even with superhominian efforts, he was never able to match them at running or fighting. He always ended up lying on the Bark, the gingerbread vanished from his pockets and his dark hair dulled under the sawdust and became even greener.
His life was not always an easy one but Naroy was a brave and cheerful fellow. He would shake off the sawdust and, without complaint, return home where he received his reward: his mother would tell him stories of Fyrak and he would fall asleep touching his mother's red, Fyrak-coloured hair.
“Hey, little runt! Show us a little bit of what you can do! Come and fight!”
Naroy is well aware that he has no chance against the mountain of muscles who just set this challenge.
“No! You're just a loser who only hits those smaller than you! Find yourself some challenges on your level, go find Fyrak!”
“Fyrak? You're just a good-for-nothing Tryker, don't talk about what you don't know!”
“Yes, I'm a Tryker and small, but I'm brave! I will, I will go to Fyrak!”
“Ahahah! That's right, you dwarf, bring us the Dragon and you can start calling yourself our equal.”
“All right, I'll prove to you that a Tryker is worth a hundred Fyros.”
Naroy runs home and picks up his bag. He stuffs it with gingerbread, takies his training stick and goes to leave when he comes across his mother on her way home.
“Oh my darling, here you are! What are you doing with that big bag? Go put it down quickly, we'll have dinner soon, you can help me prepare it.
“But mummy...”
Although Naroy feels capable of facing Fyrak, he prefers to stop before his mother's frown… so we see, from time to time, even the craziest heroes have a bit of sense. Temporary end of the expedition to reach Fyrak.
“Mummy, everything's in order, can I join my friends?”
“Of course, my darling! Give me a quick kiss and run along but it's already late, don't stay too long.”
Naroy decides to leave the bag behind but stuffs his pockets with gingerbread before fleeing into the alleys of Pyr, towards the main entrance. No matter how hard he runs, he ostensibly sees the light fading. The sky has changed to its beautiful orange color when he arrives in front of the guards.
“Oh oh oh! Who do we have here?”
“It's just me, Naroy.”
The guard's gaze seems to come from a long way up.
“And what are you doing at the door at this hour, Naroy?”
Naroy shows his stick.
“I'll get Fyrak and prove I'm worth a hundred Fyros!”
Such is the guards' laughter that their female leader comes to see what is happening.
“What's going on here?”
“Ahahahahah! It's this little runt here who wants to go and caress the Fireraiser's ribs with his stick!”
The chief, who is a great friend of Naroy's mother, recognizes him and smiles kindly at the boy.
“I'm sure you're brave enough for that, Naroy, but it's late and your mother will worry. I'll keep your stick and give it back to you tomorrow for you to set off again in search of Fyrak. In the meantime, you go home.”
And with a swift hand, she retrieves the stick and turns Naroy towards the city.
Naroy leaves sadly but, for all that, does not admit defeat and, as his steps bring him back into the city, he looks for some ruse which will allow him to get out again, despite everything. The falling night will be his ally.
Near the Forge, he finds some charcoal, which allows him to blacken his hands and face. Small as he is, he passes through the darkness without being seen and heads for the North Gate. The guards do not see the small shadow crowned with dark green hair that slips between the wall and the lights of the gate and then disappears towards the stables, without making a sound.
He came out yes! But night is really here now and he can't see anything. He goes ahead at random and ends up stumbling and falling down on the ground.
Despair is about to overwhelm him, but he realizes that what made him fall is a strange yubo wearing a red hat.
“Oh, excuse me, little yubo, I hope I didn't hurt you. Do you want some gingerbread for me to be forgiven?”
The yubo comes closer, nibbles on the gingerbread and lies down at Naroy's feet.
“If you could talk… With such a hat on your head, I'm sure you know where I could find Fyrak.”
“Oh no, I don't know nothing about Fyrak, I'm a yubo of Atysmas!”
Naroy is so surprised that his jaw feels ready to drop off.
“But why are you looking for Fyrak?”
Naroy explains and the Atysmas yubo immerses himself in intense thinking.
“Um, if I bring a dragon here, can you give him some of that good gingerbread too?”
“Oh, could you do that? Of course, I'll give you both all my gingerbread!”
Naroy jumps on the yubo to hug him.
“Watch my hat! Watch my hat! Stay here and don't try to follow me, you could scare him!”
“I promise, I won't move!”
The yubo runs towards the stables where he finds his accomplice the Atysmas mektoub with his horns tied on his head.
“Touby, my friend, you have to help me and as a reward we will both get very good gingerbread!”
“Ummm, I'm interested. Tell me what to do.”
“A little homin tripped over me, he'd like to see Fyrak. Of course, there's no question of disturbing the Great Fireraiser, but if you tie your horns on your back, a shooki stem on your tail and cover yourself with a big black sheet, I'm sure that, thanks to the night, you'll be a perfect dragon. You'll set off fireworks with your trunk and that's it.”
As soon as said, as soon as done, and Touby is turned into a black dragon.
“You look gorgeous! Let's go join the little homin. When you get close to him, you'll stand on your hind legs, you'll be huge next to him!”
Naroy sees the yubo coming back with the great black shadow following him. He opens wide his eyes in wonder.
“Oh, he's so tall! But why is he black? I thought Fyrak was as red as my mom's hair.”
“Yes, yes, but Fyrak is red, red like the wrath that destroys everything, like the fire that wreaks havoc, not like your mom's hair. This one is black because it brings the sweetness of dreams and star-spangled nights. It's black like your hair, you sweet brave little Tryker. He's black for the multicolored fireworks to be seen better.”
And Touby starts to launch the fireworks, multicoloured and with noisy bursts that bring to the stables all the children of Pyr who dance with joy once seeing the dragon and Naroy at his side.
“BRAVO! BRAVO! LONG LIVE NAROY! LONG LIVE THE BLACK DRAGON!”
And Naroy returns home, carried in triumph by his friends.
And when that Li'l Tryker grows up, he will create the Black Dragon Guard, but that's another story.
The Black Dragon - Ba Nhor Drakan
A Tryker tale
Once upon a time was a little Tryker named Naroy. You will tell me that small and Tryker is redundant, but not at all! Naroy really was very small, first because he wasn't very old, secondly because he didn't have much of an appetite, although his mother stuffed his pockets with gingerbread and fruit and, last but not least, because all around him there were only big and turbulent Fyros children.
Because, you should know, Naroy lived in Pyr with his mother and he lived in Pyr because his mother was Fyros. A beautiful, tall Fyros with fire hair and a long, unruly lock, in brief a real Fyros.
And our very small Naroy, with arms and legs like pins, he had green hair - green, but so dark that it seemed almost black.
And that's why Naroy was the laughing stock of his playmates. Even with superhominian efforts, he was never able to match them at running or fighting. He always ended up lying on the Bark, the gingerbread vanished from his pockets and his dark hair dulled under the sawdust and became even greener.
His life was not always an easy one but Naroy was a brave and cheerful fellow. He would shake off the sawdust and, without complaint, return home where he received his reward: his mother would tell him stories of Fyrak and he would fall asleep touching his mother's red, Fyrak-coloured hair.
“Hey, little runt! Show us a little bit of what you can do! Come and fight!”
Naroy is well aware that he has no chance against the mountain of muscles who just set this challenge.
“No! You're just a loser who only hits those smaller than you! Find yourself some challenges on your level, go find Fyrak!”
“Fyrak? You're just a good-for-nothing Tryker, don't talk about what you don't know!”
“Yes, I'm a Tryker and small, but I'm brave! I will, I will go to Fyrak!”
“Ahahah! That's right, you dwarf, bring us the Dragon and you can start calling yourself our equal.”
“All right, I'll prove to you that a Tryker is worth a hundred Fyros.”
Naroy runs home and picks up his bag. He stuffs it with gingerbread, takies his training stick and goes to leave when he comes across his mother on her way home.
“Oh my darling, here you are! What are you doing with that big bag? Go put it down quickly, we'll have dinner soon, you can help me prepare it.
“But mummy...”
Although Naroy feels capable of facing Fyrak, he prefers to stop before his mother's frown… so we see, from time to time, even the craziest heroes have a bit of sense. Temporary end of the expedition to reach Fyrak.
“Mummy, everything's in order, can I join my friends?”
“Of course, my darling! Give me a quick kiss and run along but it's already late, don't stay too long.”
Naroy decides to leave the bag behind but stuffs his pockets with gingerbread before fleeing into the alleys of Pyr, towards the main entrance. No matter how hard he runs, he ostensibly sees the light fading. The sky has changed to its beautiful orange color when he arrives in front of the guards.
“Oh oh oh! Who do we have here?”
“It's just me, Naroy.”
The guard's gaze seems to come from a long way up.
“And what are you doing at the door at this hour, Naroy?”
Naroy shows his stick.
“I'll get Fyrak and prove I'm worth a hundred Fyros!”
Such is the guards' laughter that their female leader comes to see what is happening.
“What's going on here?”
“Ahahahahah! It's this little runt here who wants to go and caress the Fireraiser's ribs with his stick!”
The chief, who is a great friend of Naroy's mother, recognizes him and smiles kindly at the boy.
“I'm sure you're brave enough for that, Naroy, but it's late and your mother will worry. I'll keep your stick and give it back to you tomorrow for you to set off again in search of Fyrak. In the meantime, you go home.”
And with a swift hand, she retrieves the stick and turns Naroy towards the city.
Naroy leaves sadly but, for all that, does not admit defeat and, as his steps bring him back into the city, he looks for some ruse which will allow him to get out again, despite everything. The falling night will be his ally.
Near the Forge, he finds some charcoal, which allows him to blacken his hands and face. Small as he is, he passes through the darkness without being seen and heads for the North Gate. The guards do not see the small shadow crowned with dark green hair that slips between the wall and the lights of the gate and then disappears towards the stables, without making a sound.
He came out yes! But night is really here now and he can't see anything. He goes ahead at random and ends up stumbling and falling down on the ground.
Despair is about to overwhelm him, but he realizes that what made him fall is a strange yubo wearing a red hat.
“Oh, excuse me, little yubo, I hope I didn't hurt you. Do you want some gingerbread for me to be forgiven?”
The yubo comes closer, nibbles on the gingerbread and lies down at Naroy's feet.
“If you could talk… With such a hat on your head, I'm sure you know where I could find Fyrak.”
“Oh no, I don't know nothing about Fyrak, I'm a yubo of Atysmas!”
Naroy is so surprised that his jaw feels ready to drop off.
“But why are you looking for Fyrak?”
Naroy explains and the Atysmas yubo immerses himself in intense thinking.
“Um, if I bring a dragon here, can you give him some of that good gingerbread too?”
“Oh, could you do that? Of course, I'll give you both all my gingerbread!”
Naroy jumps on the yubo to hug him.
“Watch my hat! Watch my hat! Stay here and don't try to follow me, you could scare him!”
“I promise, I won't move!”
The yubo runs towards the stables where he finds his accomplice the Atysmas mektoub with his horns tied on his head.
“Touby, my friend, you have to help me and as a reward we will both get very good gingerbread!”
“Ummm, I'm interested. Tell me what to do.”
“A little homin tripped over me, he'd like to see Fyrak. Of course, there's no question of disturbing the Great Fireraiser, but if you tie your horns on your back, a shooki stem on your tail and cover yourself with a big black sheet, I'm sure that, thanks to the night, you'll be a perfect dragon. You'll set off fireworks with your trunk and that's it.”
As soon as said, as soon as done, and Touby is turned into a black dragon.
“You look gorgeous! Let's go join the little homin. When you get close to him, you'll stand on your hind legs, you'll be huge next to him!”
Naroy sees the yubo coming back with the great black shadow following him. He opens wide his eyes in wonder.
“Oh, he's so tall! But why is he black? I thought Fyrak was as red as my mom's hair.”
“Yes, yes, but Fyrak is red, red like the wrath that destroys everything, like the fire that wreaks havoc, not like your mom's hair. This one is black because it brings the sweetness of dreams and star-spangled nights. It's black like your hair, you sweet brave little Tryker. He's black for the multicolored fireworks to be seen better.”
And Touby starts to launch the fireworks, multicoloured and with noisy bursts that bring to the stables all the children of Pyr who dance with joy once seeing the dragon and Naroy at his side.
“BRAVO! BRAVO! LONG LIVE NAROY! LONG LIVE THE BLACK DRAGON!”
And Naroy returns home, carried in triumph by his friends.
And when that Li'l Tryker grows up, he will create the Black Dragon Guard, but that's another story.