Of Dragons and Dreams
Prologue: Dark Delusion
The metallic smell of blood hung in the air. The floor of the grand hall was covered with the red fluid and the bodies of the fallen. Man, woman and beast alike all dead. I wrinkled my nose at the sharp scent. It was disgusting.
I watched Father standing triumphant a smirk on his narrow face. He had told me to stay out of the fray, he didn't want injured before the resurrection. My mount, a black pegasus by the name of Branwyn, snorted in discontent.
Someone else was here.
I turned in time to see a man with dark blue hair run into the room. Why was he here? How was he not killed?
"I will not let you do this!" he screamed at the top of his lungs and pulled a glowing sword from its sheath.
Father's smirk faded replaced by a grimace, "Foolish boy, just give up. I will perform the resurrection and there is nothing you can do to stop it."
The man's eyes narrowed as he charged forward at Father. I wanted to charge to protect him but neither I nor Branwyn could move. We were frozen in place.
The man lunged at Father swinging the sword but Father was too quick and side stepped. The man swung again this time slashing Father cross his chest. Even from where I was, hidden in the shadows in the corner of the room, I could hear the metal of his armor rip.
Father clutched the dark tome tighter and sent out a burst of dark energy at the man. But to no avail. The man was unaffected.
The man picked up his sword and stabbed Father through his armor. Even without being near them I could tell Father was killed in that instant.
I was horrified and angry at the same time. I could feel the tears running down my face. No. No. No. This man had to pay.
Without a command Branwyn galloped forward her hooves making loud clicks on the marble floor but the man ignored us too caught up in his cheer of victory to his shoulders. Foolish.
I halted the pegisus behind the man my steel lance in my hand.
"Goodbye."
I thrust the lance forward and through his neck. His words cut off by the metal. I could hear him gag on his own blood. A pleasant sound.
He pulled the lance with him as he fell in a crumpled heap. I smirked through the tears at his body.
"I won." I whispered. Father was right all along.
"No. You haven't."
His voice. How?
I felt pain in my stomach. Right where the sword pierced me. The sword glowed brighter and the pain spread to every part of my body as I fell from my steed.
"Goodbye monster."
I couldn't breathe; the pain in my chest was too great.
I sat straight up in my bed. My nightgown and long hair stuck to my body with sweat. I took a deep breath relishing the feeling of cool air. I flung the covers off of me and pulled a small leather bound book from under my pillow. I had to write this down.