FFM 2017 -Day 31- (Final) Making History

Collecting the bones of a long dead dragon is not an easy task, especially in this economy.  But by calling in a few favors, I was able to procure them.  Thankfully, one of those favors knew a lot about draconic anatomy; otherwise, I would have never been able to properly put the skeleton back together.  Outfitting the skeleton with cybernetics was simple enough.  And cheaper.  All that was left now was to put in the finishing touch.

I walked over to my desk and opened the chest on it.  Inside, the very thing that would bring my creation to life: a heartstone.  My left arm sparked and twitched a bit upon seeing the stone, as that arm was powered by a small sliver of a different stone.  If only a fraction of a heartstone could power a cybernetic arm for a lifetime, it only made sense that an entire stone could power a whole skeleton.  Of course, this experiment would be the first time that such a feat would be attempted.  A heartstone was a crystallized soul, after all.  I may very well raise this dragon from the grave.

But I wasn't going to turn away from this.  Magiology has made great strides in the past few decades: I wasn't going to pass up the chance to become the first person to create a cyber-organic golem.

I carefully inserted the heartstone into the slot in the skeleton's ribcage.  Stepping back, I recited the incantation to activate the stone, allowing it to give its power to my creation.  The lambent stone shone even brighter than ever and veins of light spread through the metal and bone.  The eye sockets in the skull began to flicker with a pale blue light as the rest of the skeleton began to rattle.  Its claws cracked, its tail twitched, and its head jerked to the side.  Soon enough, the cyberized skeleton moved fluidly, testing its joints and balancing itself.

Its glowing eyes stared at me and I stared right back.  For a moment, I thought I had done something wrong, but all of my fears washed away when the skeletal golem sat on its haunches, waiting for my command.

"I have done it," I said with a sigh.  My hypothesis was correct.  I had finally made history.  I had succeeded.