Prelude – Watcher on the Wall
The sun rose in the east, blossoming into a brilliant flower of light. Like rose petals, the clouds flowed, and slowly, as though withering, fall apart with the morning breeze. Day break came like an inferno, sweeping over the vast plains, coloring it with a dose of red. A boy stood on top of a watch tower, his eyes staring into a telescope as though its lense sucked those pupils in.
Silently he watched the sun rise, something that he have been doing all these years, looking into the far distance. To his left and right were an infinite extensions of blocks of metal, orderly placed together as wall. A wall to block off the savage lands of the Remnants. At least that's what he was told. He could only see into the mountains, but an ever hanging cumulus blocked any vision beyond.
"Sonny, you are up early." A voice came from behind him. It was old and crackled, but nonetheless filled with warmth and sprinkle of love.
"Haven't I been up here everyday since..." The boy broke off, unable to continue.
"But you were up a bit earlier, no?"
"How did you know?"
"If you have a bit less clumsy getting off your bunk, you would've waken up a few less of the guards."
"Ha...I am sorry." The boy scratched his head of white hair, ruffled into a messy by the combined force of the wind and his hand. "Well, I just had a feeling today, that something is going to happen."
"Listen sonny, your father..."
"I know, he left a long time ago. So?"
"He might not be coming back."
"Yes he might not be. But that doesn't matter. I just want to be here in case...he does."
Old man Eddy sighed, making his wrinkles more wrinkly. He looked at the boy's sillhohette against the morning sun, and for a while he could see a man, built the same but taller, standing there. Yes, he's so like his father. "...so it is your choice then. See you at breakfast."
Old man Eddy left, shaking his head. Jonathan, the boy is too much like you. Too stubborn.
Half an hour past by in an blink of the eye, and the boy could smell fried bacon already. Breakfast time. Nothing much happened up here though other then the clouds seemed like they were breathing, but that wasn't really out of the ordinary. Wind makes clouds look alive. Yeah, there shouldn't be anything happening. Nothing had ever happened in the last seven years.
"Ok, time to go." He stretched, yawning. "I wonder would we have fried eggs as well."
He turned and leaned on the railings, feeling the heat. Yeah, and there will be nice soft boil eggs. After all, today is New Year. Smiling, he headed for the stairs that led down to the halls where all the guards of the wall would be at this time of the day. "They probably will. Mama Prudence never serves bacon without those two items...Wow today is surely warm."
The boy stopped, feeling the heat of the Sun. Then he felt sweat dripping down. Drip! A drop hit the ground, and then to his dismay, shizzled. It didn't even take a second before it vaporized. "What in the name..."
Whomp! Suddenly he was soaring in the air, swept off the ground by huge force.
From somewhere, a voice came, screaming for him to grab hold of something. No, the wind was in his ears, and he couldn't hear anything. He flipped in mid air, only to see a...
"DRAGON!"
And the blinding flash that came forth from the mouth of it.
Even it seemed far, the moment he saw the light, all went black.