Forgotten Wings
Drakengard
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Prologue
It is ever the way of the mortal consciousness to haze out painful or unpleasant memories, to make of them a mere passing fantasy that grows ever fainter with each dawn. Morpheus may frown upon some so that past terrors may haunt their nightly wanderings, and lead what should be a pleasant dream into the realm of nightmares, but sunlight has the magic to dispel all night terrors.
Many dawns have passed to erase the wordless terror of a world that held its breath as the wings of doom swept overhead, passing a stark sanguine drenched reality into an uncomfortable remembering. Even now, those who remember are in turn passing into memory, Time and Plague claiming their rightful tithe from the mortal fields. Even still, all beings, Gods, Devils, and mortals alike, all each have their boundaries, their limits, and places they may not go. Time, Plague, and Death know not to seek their tithe from the blood of a beast long thought perished from the world, a beast that rules over sky and fire. Even when the mortals looked to the sky in apprehension, the Lords of sky and fire numbered few. Many believed they perished in the war with the Nameless, and thus did the Lords take their place in myth, a flaming trail left to emblazon their deeds into the history of the world.
The Red Goddess, the Arch Dragon, the Legion of Holy Dragons, and even the rebels against rebels, they all became fairytales, as did the Nameless Gods they battled.
Those who talk of Dragons are openly scorned as simpletons. In turn these 'simpletons' argue that if a Goddess is still necessary for the world to survive under a blue sky, then who is to disprove Dragons ever did fly?
Time, Death, and Plague have not reaped the tithe from Dragonkind, as they would from the mortal seed. These universal powers have left these beasts well alone, as the Lords of sky and fire are key to the balance of the world, as are the Nameless, so the lone Power that has ever accounted for a Dragon's life is War.
And though the Goddess keeps sealed the Nameless and the Holy Dragons, she cannot seal the lesser breed of Dragon, and though they now number less then a handful, they linger still, waiting, plotting, ever patient, ever vigilant for their chance.
They lost their chance to reclaim the throne of the world once. They will not fail again.