Chp 1 prologue
Pain. A subtle, yet excruciatingly noticeable emotion that we all know hurts. For obvious reasons. Yet to this dragon, pain was merely a thing of the past, all he felt was a nerve being crushed, but not pain. Truly a strong dragon, he fought valiantly with all he had. Many injuries had been sustained, as he was covered in scars, cuts, wounds and the like. But he couldn't stop now, not after what he had been through. Not after what he had dealt with. He had come too far to die now. After single-handedly taking out half o the grublins invasion party, he would by no means back down. In the last raiding party he occurred, he lost his mate and hatchlings to them. Never again. Never would he allow these minuscule and mutated animals attack and destroy the things he loves. He would fight to his dying breath, which was by no means coming any time soon. Dodging slightly to the left, Dimitri easily avoided a spear thrust, quickly grabbing the spear and swinging it around, creating a large area the wasn't filled with grublins. In that move alone, he must have taken out t least a sixth of their remaining forces. But he didn't care. He would fight until there was nothing left to fight. Nothing could stop him in his tornado-like rampage. Wildly smashing through the ranks of grublins and incinerating them with some dragonated form of Molotov cocktail. This was effective to the point where he tune on the Cheeta's of the village searching out for blood. Though the chance to spill any was not given to him. Three voices sang out, speaking in ancient draconic. There were very few who knew this language, one of them being Dimitri. The only other he knew was his… sister. That's the only person he communicated with in ancient draconian. But, it sounded pained, violent and… torturous. The three voices started circling around him. Whirlwinds of blue spiritual power whipping at enormous speeds within his mind. These voices were the voices of the dead. The voices he failed to protect. The voices he must avenge. Suddenly, a spear thrust through his side. Blood pouring profusely out of this wound, his vision went dark. His eyes dilated. He fell down. He failed to get up. Before his vision and hearing went completely out, he saw purple and yellow light, and heard something that could only be classified as slip space re-entry...