A Dragon's Crimson Cry
By: Tippi
A/N: I'm not sure were I was going with this but here's the first chapter.
Warning: very blood first chapter.
~The last passages of The Dragons' Cry~
The war was over, but no one won. The dragon protector of the land flew over head. The dragon rested upon a cliff over looking the battle felid. The ground was littered with bodies of both sides but in death there were no allies, no enemies, just people.
Their blood stained the dirt they lay in.
The dragon let out a mournful cry for every life lost. The cry was carried on the wind across the world. Every dragon of every land heard the cry and felt the pain within it.
All the dragons around the world let out a cry of their own. The many cries were heard all over the earth.
Even heaven heard the cries and cried tears for the dead as well. The tears of the sky mixed with the blood that stained the ground. The tears became crimson, crimson tears.
The sound of all the dragons' cries and the tears falling came together in a way that everyone will remember. It was known as The Dragons' Cry.
Ch. 1 Blood Bath
It's cruel that one's life can change so suddenly, that you can lose everything you once held dear. You expect one thing and get something else, something horrible. One example of a story like that is the story of the young Jake Long.
It was a Friday, May 3rd to be precise. The weather was perfect and the kids in the school were shifting in their seats with the eagerness to leave and enjoy the weekend.
One such student was Jake Long age 8. This weekend was different from others. This weekend a family reunion was being held. Aunts, Uncles, cousins, and even second cousins were coming to New York. They were all to assemble at the Long's small house to go over the plans and places they had rented for the occasion before they headed to the hotel for the night since the house was to small to hold the entire bloodline attending.
Just them showing up to get the schedule together was going to make the house seem even smaller.
The clock struck 3 and the bell finally rung letting the kids go. Jake left without stopping to talk to anyone. Jake ran down the sidewalks trying to get home as fast as possible. It seemed he wasn't going to get there fast enough. He was getting every don't walk sign he could, just as Murphy's Law says, the more in a hurry you are the more delays you hit.
Finally at 3:25 his house came into sight. And Jake was walking into the door just at 3:30.
Jake had expected when he opened the door he'd see a mob of relatives walking around or sitting around. The sound of multiple voices echoing around the space left. But the house seemed empty and silent.
"Mom, Dad, anyone" Jake called stepping into the house dropping his backpack on the floor.
The first thing he noticed was the TV was on but there was nothing but snow on. Jake noticed a hand gripping the back of the couch. Jake slowly made his way into the family room to see who was there but when he did he wished he hadn't.
The floor, walls, and furniture were splattered with blood. Sprawled behind the couch, over the couch, table and floor were the bloody dead bodies of relatives. Their blood pooled in a way to make them look as if they were floating in a crimson sea.
"Auntie Meg, Uncle Ling" Jake choked out the names of two of the people he could recognize.
Jake's eyes were held wide, his small body was shaking as his mind was trying to process the whole thing.
In complete fear and panic Jake backed out of the room and made a dash into the kitchen. He tripped over something and fell down. Lying on his chest he noticed he fell into something wet. He got on his knees and looked down at his reflection in blood. His chest, knees and hands were now covered in the crimson liquid. He looked behind him to see what he tripped over but it made his fear worse.
It was his uncle Dominic. His blood was pooling around him making a red mirror on the floor. Jake jumped to his feet getting the blood on his shoes. He went further in the kitchen looking for anything to stop the nightmare. But he found just the same as the family room. The counter, walls, floor, and furniture splattered with blood. Bodies lay everywhere in all kinds of positions, their life liquid gathering where they fell.
Jake then saw the body of his father sitting in a chair at the kitchen table his upper half slumped over the table. One arm was hanging over the edge of the table, blood trickling down it to drip off his fingers into a pool under him. His glasses lay in the pool, the lens cracked.
"Dad" Jake asked walking closer to him leaving a trail of bloody shoe prints.
He gripped his dad's shoulder and his head rolled to face Jake and it was the worst. The expression on his face chilled him to the bone.
His father's mouth hung open in horror and surprise. His eyes were wide and specks of blood freckled his face.
Jake started to slowly take steps back tears began to overflow his eyes and would fall any second. Then Jake turned his back and ran out of the kitchen back to the entrance hall not knowing where else to go. He couldn't take this as his right arm came to cover his face as he cried.
"Jake" a small voice strained to say reached the boy's ears.
Jake turned to the voice to see his mother half way down the stairs. But it didn't look good for her. She had a large gash on her left shoulder she was trying to stop its bleeding by holding her right hand over it. Another large wound was on her chest from her collar bone on the right side going down diagonally to her left side falling just an inch below her ribcage. Jake could make out a trickle of blood in her hair indicting a head injury. At the time Jake couldn't care his mother was still alive and that was all that mattered.
His mother got to the bottom of the stairs and knelt down on one knee to pull her son into a loving hug with her one good arm. Both held each other as if they were life it's self.
The sudden tear filled moment was about to be cut short as the sound of heavy foot steps could be heard coming down the stairs.
Susan's eyes shot open at the sound.
"Jake, I love you…" Susan said then gave a pause "Run."
Susan pushed her son away and stood up as she turned around and grabbed the weapon of her attacker trying to push him back and away from her son. Her attempt didn't work as she was hurt badly and didn't have the strength. The weapon was yanked from her grip and raised ready to attack. She threw her arms open like a shield for her son, only to be cut down the very second she made the action.
She fell to her right, droplets of blood flying some hitting the dazed Jake.
Jake stood there seeing his mother die in front of him. Speckles of her blood stained his clothes, hands, and freckled his face. He then turned his eye from her dead body to the being to kill her.
There stood a man in a reddish, purple outfit, black boots, cape and belt. The belt buckle was a strange symbol of sorts in red; the red symbol was also on the shoulder of his outfit. He held a silver and green like spear with blood still dripping from the sharp edge.
What was the most defining part of him was that he wore the skull of some creature on his head.
The skull had a snout, opened mouth of sharp teeth, and horns a bit behind its eye sockets.
The boy and the man meet eyes. The man's eyes would forever be carved into the boy's memory. He'd be able to tell those eyes from any in the worlds for the rest of his life.
The man raised his weapon ready to strike before the boy's world went black.
A/N This may get confusing later on if it isn't already so any questions just ask. Review