Return to Dragon heart: A new Beginning
Hey, I just wanted to make a Sequel to the first story I wrote and rewrite the original.
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon heart, just my characters.
Chapter 1: Promises and Discovery
As time went on in Bowen's kingdom, the knight himself was growing old and weak over the years. Nearly all who had attended that fated party could remember the night the mysterious maiden named Macy sung her song and then ascended to the heavens, along with the knights Roger and David in a way much like the dragon. Staring at the stars from the balcony, he replays the words the girl had said over and over in his head.
Never forget what you have seen. We shall be watching you like before and know that we will someday return. Good bye Bowen, Kara and you as well Brother Gilbert and good bye kind people. The words seem to enter his ears as the warm summer winds blew by him, blowing his scruffy long white beard and hair that had now called his face home.
"Where have you gone, have you perished as well?" He asks staring at the stars. He couldn't help but wonder if death had all ready stolen the trio and once more taken the girl away in such a violent manner. His comrades in the battle against Einon, Hewe and many of the villagers were now at rest in the graves far to the north of the castle. Even his beloved Kara, had all ready passed away nearly five years ago leaving him with his son, Terris to soon take the throne.
"Father…" A voice said companying the sudden footsteps that came from the darkness behind him. He swiftly turns around to see his son standing there with a frown on his face. For Bowen, staring into his son's face was like staring into a mirror of his former self. His son had grown almost into an exact replica, except for his fiery red hair that he had obtained from his mother. The boy shuffles a little in his boots and the wind blew his red tunic around him gently as he accompanies his father on the balcony.
"Yes my son, what troubles you?" Bowen said scratching his beard. Terris looks up to the stars in wonder, staring also at the constellation Draco with curiosity.
"Father, you have spoken of tales that no man in this kingdom dare speak against. But you wait for someone of which may be deceased. Please will you not rest for me, I worry." Bowen's eyes began to dim as he stares at his son.
"It is good that you care my son, but I am still well enough to stay up." He sighs a little and turns to the stars again. "Though you may be right, she and the others could be gone like the others." A sudden voice began to sing sweetly out in the hall, startling both of them. Terris drew his sword, wondering who could have dared entered the castle so late in the night.
"You've given up on me so easily Bowen? Have you not forgotten the things that have happened to us?" The voice chuckles in a humored manner. Bowen began to smile under the massive beard he had grown over the decades and chuckles as well. Terris glances at his father in confusion.
"No, I have yet to forget what you can do, Macy." He said turning towards the center of the room. In an array of light a hooded white robe figure appears, eyes glistening in the moonlight as she removes the hood and smiles to both of them. Terris gawks at Macy, clutching his chest as the very breath left him at the sight of her. She walks over to both of them, leather boots barely making a sound and gives a slight bow before hugging Bowen.
"It is good to see you old friend, though I must say time has caught up with you." She snickers.
"With age comes wisdom, though for you it is hard to tell whether you are young or old." He chuckles dryly, hugging her back as tightly as he could.
"You…you're the one father spoke of in his stories. The one who was with the dragon Draco…" Terris stutters pointing. She just laughs at this.
"Your son certainly has a way with women."
"Well you do have that effect on people." Bowen said. "But what brings you here after all these years." Her gaze suddenly turns eager and joyous.
"A promise I made those many years ago. To you…and to Draco, it is time." Bowen's right wooly eye brow went up in confusion, until a whisper enters his ears.
'Bowen… you must go to my cave.' His old eyes widen as he stares at Macy now with understanding.
"Terris send word to the stables and tell them to ready the two fastest horses I have." Macy suddenly smiles and waves for the prince to stop go quickly.
"So he has called you back." Bowen said walking with her slowly. She nods supporting Bowen a little, even though he complained about it half way through the walk. Her hand suddenly presses firmly on his chest and glows. Her eyes dart quickly before she answers him with a shaky sigh.
"Yes, and we must hurry and take it to the monastery as soon as possible. I would hate to fail him or you in any way." They soon enter the courtyard and find three horses waiting for them.
"I told the boy two." Bowen growls.
"Let him come, I'm sure he won't get in the way unless he's like you use to be." She said mounting her horse. The men in the courtyard were all glancing at her with curious glances as her marking show more with her cape now somewhat revealing her body. Terris stares as well, but only for a short while when he feels Bowen whack him upside his head.
"We shall be back soon, keep the castle safe." He tells his most trusted guard before ridding off with Macy and his son. They rode quickly, but in silence. Terris never utters a word as each of them turn to each other and nods in some strange communication. His curiosity peaking with each mile they rode as he stares at them. Suddenly they slow and come to a halt, all staring at the huge hole in the side of the mountain. Bowen sighs heavily, remembering when he first came here with the dying son of King Freyne. The second time in anger as he announced his hunt for the dragon he soon called friend. Now here he was once again and for the last time to find something that his long departed friend wanted him to find within its cavernous walls.
"It's been a long time and yet it feels just like yesterday when came to this place. Some thirty years ago in this time." Macy sighs as well, her markings glowing more radiantly as they entered the cave together.
"Ma'am…how is it that you know my father, but you do not look your age?" Terris finally asks. She turns her head to him just as the walk past the bubbling pools of lava. The smell of sulfur suddenly makes him gag a little as he tries to keep up with Bowen and Macy; a smirk on her face as she watches him stumble a bit in the dark.
"Are you sure you really want to know Terris?"
"Yes ma'am…" He said.
"I am not from your world Terris, and to explain the process of why I don't will cause your head to spin and Bowen to give me a very good cursing out." She lifts her left hand and produces a sphere of light from it to help light the way for all of them. She stops and looks into a small corner of the cave she had never seen and tenses up. Bowen watches the markings on her body glow as bright as the ball she had.
"It's over her Bowen." She said excitedly. He quickly comes over and spies a strange scale like door on the wall and removes it, letting it drop out his hands as he stares at the oval object that quiver before him. Macy places her right hand on his shoulder just as he brought the large egg out. Terris froze and stares at the egg in disbelief.
"Impossible…" He gasps. "Shouldn't we destroy it?" Macy and Bowen turn to him with a glare that would kill a man.
"I would not think such things Terris. Should any blade come near him, I shall end them." Macy growls angrily. He is the only reminder of our friend and not all dragons are bad as stories make them out to be." Terris simply backs away remembering what his father said about Macy's temperament.
"You knew of his child didn't you?" Bowen asks. She nods suddenly rubbing the egg.
"I will explain later, when we get to the monastery." She turns to Terris with a gaze that makes him lost for words. "You must return to castle. Once you become king, rule with the same virtues as your father, less you be like Einon and lose your very soul to cruelty and hatred." He suddenly remembers the stories his father spoke, about the boy Einon who grew to become a tyrant. Nodding, they all quickly leave and stop at a fork in the road.
"We shall be fine my son, go now and wait for me." Bowen said. They watch his son ride off into the night.