This is my first attempt at combining my normally plot-lacking freewriting with...well, a plot. Anyways...let me know what you think.
Of Dragons and Doors
He was a creature, like any other.
His eternal life was not always bound to the dark hallways and mana-saturated wastelands of Derris-Kharlan. Vague memories still remain with him; memories of lush forests and roaring waterfalls. Open areas amongst the tallest of trees to spread his great wings and simply soar. His life was peaceful, his food plentiful, the skies his own.
And all of that changed when that great white barrier enclosed upon him, on a day like any other.
He fought it, of course. Nothing of nature could produce such a force, could it? But neither the swipes of his great claws nor the swinging of his tail could penetrate the light. Fireballs were absorbed, headbutts rendered useless. And all he could see was the blinding white wall and the blonde figure that stood outside of it, the tiniest smirk on his otherwise neutral face.
It was those memories that he clung to during those four thousand years. For now time passes in the confined halls of elven architecture, guarding the final door to his master's domain.
His master...yes, that's what he is. Though he took him from his home, his haven...he has a purpose. With no other life to fall back upon, that purpose is now his life. The door shall be guarded, no matter what. And that's how its been as he stands, unmoving and unnerved, his goal absolute.
Of course, all beings must die, eventually. He knows he will die or be destroyed. The rumors of the few angels that remain within the halls grow more certain by the minute. His death approaches.
Red eyes peer down the stairs, watching for any movement. He knows no friendly soul would enter again; his master said it himself. They were leaving. A boy and his sister, taking their world back. He knew he would be left behind as well, for he was of no value.
Therefore, he waited. Just as he had for four thousand years. And when eight figures warped onto his platform, into his domain, he knew it was time.
Their reactions were not what he expected. The fear and reproach he expected did not come. Instead, he saw preparations. Protective spells cast by a blue-haired elf. Angelic magic—something he saw day in and day out, filled the room as a blonde haired girl recited well-practiced incantations. Blades were checked and sharpened, cards were sorted, and greaves were strapped on. They showed a calm determination that almost unnerved him.
And as the eight approached his spot, his domain, his final resting place...he knew it was time. Soon he would leave these dark halls and return to a peaceful world of meadows and open skies. Soon, his great wings may open and soar with the clouds once again.
With a great roar of defiance, he knew he would be killed. But he would fulfill his duty.
"I am the gatekeeper. You, who would open the gate, stand forth and destroy me!"
And they were upon him.
