I was the first of my siblings to think beyond just our Conductors' tasks. The Conductor teaches us, his voice heard by all and when you pay attention you learn things. I've learned enough of the Conductors' desires to set out from the many generational home of my dull siblings. The Conductor says we are to strive to be great to each other, even those of other species. It's hard to do that when my siblings don't understand what I am trying to accomplish.

Moving to the middle of the wall surrounding the pit that descends into my former home, and waiting for the roof to slowly fall again. No I can't make my siblings better, they don't understand, maybe tomorrow or the day after. I'll make the surface dwellers better. I'll help them, I'll help the Conductor and I'll grow more. Then when I come back maybe I will know how to help them too.

The roof began to lower, I felt fear at first. Noticing one of my kin on the roof of the roof and the Conductor, who very pointedly looked at me but continued speaking with his accompanying Dungeon Kin. I heard my name from him- I should have known he would see me.

I creep around at the lip of the our home, nervous and anxious at what will happen for acting on my own without the Conductors' instruction, but a feeling washes over me, something new that I haven't gotten to experience since I hatched. It feels happy and calm, and I quickly scurry up to the above chamber.

The walls here are slick and slippery and I can't climb them, but I can jump and do so to get free.

I follow the tunnel out of this place to my new home, a green meadow with browns and more bigger greens, and small furry food. I'm not in the above land yet but I feel like I've come far enough from my original home. I am Betty, a name I earned from the Conductor and I am proud to have earned it.

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The two entered my chambers, one was the Creator who I have known for as long as I have known life. He has watched me grow and fed me daily. He talks on occasion to me, he used to talk much more often to me but not as much anymore. The fleshy soft beings, like the one he arrived with taking up more and more of his time. I know his name, and I know my own. He still cares about me, Thomas sends love and adoration through our innate link every time he sees me. I had worried for him for a long time. He didn't have anyone to talk to that could talk back. I still can't do that, but my level of comprehension is far higher than the fleshies believe in it is. No, this fleshy has a name and is not to be considered as an invader. As the fleshy sits down on that podium of soft rock I approach him. While I desire to test my strength I also desire to be pampered and it takes very little Will to influence the new Dungeon Kin, he starts petting my neck, and then I change my desire to alter his actions. I'm drawn into a state of bliss as the scales around my horns are rubbed gently. I've had trouble cleaning them, since my claws are very sharp and I don't want to damage my beauty.

After about an hour my Creator flies off, up through the ceiling. The new Dungeon Kin is lost in bliss at giving me the affection I deserve, and doesn't give the creators departure any notice. I fear this one may be defective and ponder on devouring it for the sake of getting a different one that wouldn't be as slow. However Thomas, he always has a plan, he always has several of them now that I think on it. I blink slowly so as not to startle my personal masseuse, and return to my thoughts, at the last meeting between Thomas and I, he has said things were getting better. That if things continue as they are I might get to see combat soon. I sent joy through our connection and he sounded happier when he spoke next. Telling me of how the Island above is getting bigger. How he's inviting more people, down to the Dungeon and how he is proud of how much I've grown in my time here.

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I wish for a voice as well, to tell him that his creations care for him. That we are always ready to follow any command our Creator decides to give us. He doesn't make many demands and it's more suggestions. Somehow I feel like, before I hadn't had that luxury. I get pieces of memories but I'm not sure if they are mine. Sometimes I'm small, other times I'm bigger. The memories, they're only small amounts, a few short bits and it's different scenery every time. I wish to ask Thomas to let me up to view upon his creation with my eyes, to see it for the glorious achievement that it is. Because no Creator should be forced to make something without thanks, compensation of some kind. I know my Creator to know that he would just like to be thanked.

My thoughts change like the schools of fish outside do. One direction then a different one with no reason behind it. This time I'm brought to the furry fleshy. I know this one's name as well, I would be a poor excuse for an Onyx Drake if I didn't. Imagine being granted a name, and not paying homage to the person who granted you it every day. Erifis, the wonderful soft fleshy creature that she is. With naming me, something she probably didn't think was as big as it is. She gave me some of her Energy, her Magick, her Will and her Soul. It took me from a barely comprehending black Gecko of outrageous size, to the beautiful creature I am now. I'd like to thank her as well, she keeps me company more often than Thomas does. She talks about her hopes and dreams. What she wants in the future and how she hopes her plans will intermingle with Thomas' plans. I'd like to tell her that his are less bloody than hers. I'd like to talk with her as an equal and speak on my desires as well. My hopes, my dreams and my goals for the future. It's limited at present to being adored and rubbed by people. Each evolution brings with it more intelligence though, I feel like it's only a matter of time and I'll be more able to guide my thoughts. A few more evolutions and I might even get my own voice.

My mind changes thoughts again, as Thomas returns to the tunnels of my home. He doesn't distract the Dungeon Kin, which is still staring out at the fish swimming around. However I can feel his joy at seeing me receive the attention I deserve. I'm content to just lay here and receive the affections being directed at me and we relax for a while until the one petting me stops and speaks. I had stopped influencing his actions long ago. He continued on his own accord.

He asks the Creator about the music, and receives the answer in the form of another question, and a light joke at the expense of this new being. I don't mind the music, I receive the emotions, the words behind them and feelings and thoughts of the Creator the most when he performs the songs. The new one stutters upon learning how much time has passed and amusement flits across the connection from Thomas. I know where they plan on going, I visit it daily. As I rise from my crouched position I flick my tongue out to be as gentle as possible with the new kin. As if finally seeing me for the first time in all my glory he goes a bit lighter in shade, and starts stuttering. I feel a bit upset that he didn't realize just what he was giving a massage to, and he even declares me as a higher evolution than I currently am. "Dragon" he sputters out, falling to his knees. The Creator corrects him and then answers his next question of "what?" explaining I am Myst, a void drake. The boss monster of the Dungeon. I wish for a voice again, so that I could put to words a better description of my existence and form. Impatience is now feeding through the connection and it switches over to a calm quickly. Thomas told me that the others can feel his emotions too and he has been trying to not bury them in his quickly changing attitudes.

Knowing their next destination I pick up the fleshy man in my mouth, being careful not to bite into his soft skin or to damage him. I carry him to the wall leading up to the Creators' heart. Then up the surface of the rockface. He screams the whole time. Like an infant wailing for it's mother. Once we arrive at the top I set him down, dropping him instead of doing it gently. He urinated on the climb and thus he did so on me as well. I flick my tongue at the Creator sending the few responses I'm able with our limited connection. "Loud, Smelly, Wet, Clean Self." Before jumping back down the cliff. A feeling of wonder and awe radiating from Thomas the same way it always does when I send thoughts to him.

I would have liked to gaze on myself in the reflective surface of his heart, the color of it matching my own scales. I have all the time in the world for that though. One step at a time. One goal on the horizon. I'll make it there eventually.

I am Mystique, and I will be seen by the World before my time is up. I will be heard.