The chronicles of Razor: book 2
Prologue
'Time to wake up Razor, Time for your new beginning' a disembodied voice that sounded like Razor's voice echoed in his head.
'Where am I?' Razor replied placing his hands over his ears to try to block out the noise but it seemed to amplify it.
'You can't shut me out that easily' the voice taunted him
'I don't care just shut the fuck up and answer my question' Razor replied angrily
'If you really want to know you're on one of the moons orbiting the dragon realms' the voice explained
'Ok that settles where I am but what about why I can't see and just who are you?' Razor said still in the pitch black darkness of the 'moon and yet there was breathable air, this made Razor doubt the voice.
'You can't see because you are in an egg of sorts but when you hatch you will be the size you should be at if you where a normal dragon, and secondly I am you, well your 'alternate you' if you will and my name is Rozar' the voice gloated to him 'oh and the best part is, once you are born I'm free from this prison and from you so I can terrorise those pathetic mortals down there, ah such fun I shall have' the voice continued
'Fine by me but how long till this piece of shit egg can be broken?' Razor continued
'Right 'bout now' the voice said in excitement as light started to shine through cracks in the surface of the egg which was slowly breaking. Razor had enough of waiting and bashed through the egg casing with his fist, shattering the shell and making a space large enough to fit through now illuminating his new body, still the same grey but with a blue underbelly. As he stepped out he stepped on a mall black and green puddle of an oil like substance as he did it slithered up his leg and encased his body in the substance then solidified into armour, giving his once shiny scales a now matte black dullness with green trim that matched his eyes.
'It's about time you woke up, prophecy dragon' another voice invaded his mind this time it was feminine
'What did you say, prophecy dragon? I thought I was grey, not purple' Razor said in disbelief
'Not many know of the prophecy of the celestial dragon' the voice said to him in a monotone voice
'I'm one of these people so care to enlighten me?' Razor said to the new voice
'You see, you are a dragon so rare that you are the first ever born celestial dragon and the celestial dragon is only born when the purple dragon remakes the world, ushering in a new age of peace' the voice explained
'So what exactly is my purpose in life, what do I do?' Razor asked in the dark of what the voice had said to him.
'You are to aid the purple dragon and his friends to stop the evil you now know as Rozar' the voice told the stumped dragon
'So I have to protect the little purple guy and his friends from a guy who has my name but spelled backwards?' razor exclaimed
'You got it right on the head' the voice said with a giggle
'By the way, how am I supposed to get down there and what's your name?' Razor asked
'Easy, jump oh and my name is Cyra' the voice said still giggling
'You better have a good memory 'cause this is going to be the shortest living life of a dragon in the history of forever' razor said as he got a running start to the leap he was about to take into the abyss of nothingness between him and the ground .