To Be a King
Chapter 1: The New Era
War. The word itself full of hate and madness. Such an easy event to start however hard it is to end it. Questions of why, or what, fill an individuals mind when reading records of these events. Was it power? Could it be wealth? Could it even have been for freedom? However much we answer these questions there will always be a hidden truth. Fate, bending the future, for her own desires, creating a chain of events that hide the overall journey. Profound futures come with great sacrifice; such is the case for many.
The sound of rushing water and shudders of leaves filled the summer day. Warm air danced above the tree line as the sun continued its daily journey. Rustle of underbrush from the animals below, searching for their daily salvage. The sounds creating a harmonious symphony only few could describe.
Words of peace and tranquility could only illustrate such a moment.
The orchestra ended as the sound of branches snapping from a beating pulse ringed through the air, and minds of the creatures that lived among it.
However we must establish that all peaces end in some way.
Two amethyst eyes beamed through the foliage scanning the once lively vista searching for a force that was not there. Ever so slightly did the eyes narrow on a black shape.
A diamond in the rough some would say.
The tension built melted away, along with the glare of the eyes, as the sun peaked through the limited openings among the branches to reveal the obscured shape to be but a lifeless stone.
A slight chuckle escaped the being but was quickly silenced as he emerged from the brush. Establishing that there was no threat the being stepped out into the shimmering rays of the sun.
His reptilian eyes softened as he stretched his appendages from the exhaustion, his hour long hiding place held. His body covered head to toe in violet scales from the relevance of the sun. Two gold, wavy horns emerged form the top of his head creating a sense of power however pure. Gold wave shaped spikes protruded from his spine flowing down from the top of his head to the end of his tail. During his stretching two daunting shapes extended form the sides of his back, revealed to be large gold membrane wings.
All tranquilities must end.
His head perked up swiftly as he heard a nearby rustle of leaves, like the elongated sound of the cymbal of a drum.
"How could they find me?" Thought the dragon as his head darted around looking for an escape. The woods revealed to him a path through the trees lit by what little summer light could break through the shields of the leaves.
The dragon sighed, "That will have to do." He darted through the opening as quick as his legs could manage his strength ten-fold form the danger behind.
He darted his head back to asses his stalking friend. His eyes widened as a black shape glided among the tree line detoured towards him.
"What! That's so not fair," thought the dragon as he saw the being gain speed.
Due to the turmoil of his thoughts the dragon did not acknowledge the ending of the path ahead of him. A short cliff face that ended into a pond below.
"Wait I think I'm losing them," thought the reptilian as he saw the shape beginning to lag behind. His celebration was short lived as he turned his head to see the path ending.
"Oh. Oh!" The dragon's eyes widened as he saw the water come into view. He stomped his legs on the ground and spread out his wings to stop but to no avail.
Random acts of events.
"Oh CRAP!" The dragon exclaimed as he felt his body become weightless and crash into the water. "Why me?" mumbled the now drenched dragon. He waited till his legs touched the bottom before he pushed himself to the surface through the liquid.
He brought his body out and onto the beach with each step a hopeless excursion. He cursed to himself, as his legs finally gave way to the power of sleep.
With exhaustion in control his mind began to stumble onto unfriendly words, mumbling to himself for failing. "Ah crud. I was so close."
"So close yet so far." The words came as a beautiful voice resounded above the now exhausted pile of purple scales.
The fatigued amethyst eyes gazed up to see a black shape standing over him. To some the presence would make their heart beat with fear however to this dragon the presence was oddly….welcoming.
His train of thought was interrupted as a black scalded hand, with long sharp ivory claws, reached down toward him. He closed his eyes, waiting what was to come, however a sweet voice came to his ears.
"You know what happens next right?" came the feminine sound with a sense of evil, but teasing tone. "You are…IT!"
The purple dragon could not respond as the ebony paw touched the top of his head with comfort and warmth following it. Oddly enough to him it was so much more but remained hidden.
Creating new futures that behold a beautiful light of hope to all that may see.