Top of the heap
Disclaimer: I'm not Word Paynn, so I don't own everything yet…
Author's note:
Challenge from Sarah Frost:
Base the fic on the quote:
"There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamed of in your philosophy."
Word stood looking out over the sparkling vistas of Sun City, hands clasped behind his back, deep in thought.
Beneath him, Dragon Racers pelted along the smooth ribbon like tracks at breakneck speeds, using gears from his company, riding on tracks he sponsored, mounted on dragons he planned to stir up for war.
But was it all worth it? This termite mound of humanity and dragons, from its rotting foundations to this toy like pinnacle. Was it worth the time and effort? He already had an empire built on the backs of the dragons below, moulded from the greed of the people, the need to go faster, be stronger, last longer.
Below him a Dragon fell, tumbling over its self and skidding to a halt. A medical team rushed to the aid of the rider. So fragile, Word thought to himself, a few feet more and both dragon and rider would have plummeted to their eventual deaths, hundreds, thousands of feet below. Just like that. Another two lives snuffed out in the metropolis, a famous racer too. The news would report it for days. They'd report his death for days on the news and through the newspapers too, one day.
He turned away from the window and looked up at the roof. Perhaps it was all in vain. No matter the size of his empire, once he was gone, what would left to mark it? A page in history? And where would it go? To Moordryd? He almost laughed aloud. The boy had his uses, yes, but he was too rash, too foolhardy to handle such a delicate thing as world domination.
'Father?'
Speak of the devil…
He turned to his son and only possible heir.
As he listened to the latest report of the Dragon Booster and such worldly concerns his brief romance with reality faded into the dark abyss of ambitious dreams.
The world again, was a delectable delicacy just within reach.