Where do I begin?
I was young when my kind was destroyed, a little over five years old, perhaps. I remember watching my kin sit as the Golden dragons ripped them to shreds. Yet they did nothing ro prevent them.
I alone was the sole survivor of my race. Some may revere me as a God, some a demon. All I know is that ever since I was little I have had to flee from the human world, taking solace in mountain caves, feeding off of the cattle and stock the farmers had to offer.
Then they found me. The Golden dragons had found me one day, and offered no mercy. They beat me, ripped me to shreds, yet somehow I escaped with nothing but a pair of damaged wings and broken claws. Again, I took to solitude, this time I was hardly alive.
I wandered for days, weeks, hours...I can't tell now. All I know is that I ended up in the desert, and I don't even know which one.
The breeze was harsh, the golden rays of the sun were as unforgiving as the Golden dragons themselves. I fell face first into the desert sand, groaning a little, watching as little particles of dust rolled uneventfully by me. I must have been quite the sight...Laying face first, blood covering my mangled body, and strands of silver-green hair like tentacles pooling about my head. There was sand on my lips, and it almost felt good to have the dirt in my mouth. At least it was something.
Through my hazed vision, I saw a red figure on the horizon approaching, blazing like a single candle flame against the fading sky. He came closer, and it was a face almost everyone knew. A cruel smile, eyes blazing like fire beneath a frame of silken garnet. He smiled down at me, and I did my best to smile back with parched, cracked, bloody lips.
"Lord Gaav, the Demon Dragon King...Have you come to mock me in my dying moments?" I asked sardonically, my voice barley above a cracking whisper.
Again, he smiled cruelly, and leaned over to take me in his arms.
"No young, Val...I have come to offer you something,"
I let him take me in his embrace, and felt something snap when I heard my name, and gazed up at him in thought.
"How did you know my name...?" I whimpered.
"Everyone knows the notorious Val of the late Ancient Dragon Clan. You were seen over the skies in your true form, plucking cattle from where they stood. Most admire that you are the last, and escaped when you were so young,"
I fell silent, and for a few moments we stood, his embrace soothing against the harsh whips of sand.
"Again, I have come to offer you something..." he looked down at me, his eyes filled with what seemed to be compassion.
"How would you like to be reborn as one of my own kind...The Mazoku race? You'd be gifted with part of my power, and yet retain your old power as well. You'd practically be a God, young Val,"
I had to ponder this, but I knew I had to make a decision fast...my time was running out.
Just then, I felt my stomach twist, My body spasmed and forced blood right from my gut, onto the desert sand.
"It's your choice, Val," He said, the wicked smile crossing his face again.
I wanted to live...I wanted to take revenge on the cold world that supported the Golden Dragons in what they did. I wanted to kill the Golden dragons and snuff out their flames of life.
I smiled up at him.
"Yes, I think I'd enjoy that,"
Gaav smiled broadly, and from a sheath at his side pulled out a giant broad sword, and whispered in my ear.
"I'll end it quickly, and change you,"
The sword glimmered with the blood of a thousand fallen enemies, and I hardly felt it as he rammed it roughly through my chest.
"I think I'd like that a lot," I said, weakly in a hoarse whisper. My eyes fell heavy and all went white for all but a few seconds. I felt searing pain, and the world around me seemed different, yet painfully familiar. Gaav had his arms wrapped tightly about me as he sent wave after wave of power through my body, and I felt each one like a blow from a sword. As much as it hurt, I found I enjoyed the pain. A lot. And yet I screamed, throwing my head up towards the heavens, as to cry for deliverance.
And then all went numb, the pain slipped away, and I stood in the middle of the desert, with the demon dragon's possessive arms wrapped around my small body.
He looked down, and smiled.
"I rename you Val-Gaav, and you are to serve under me against Shabranigdo," He smiled as he swooped my weak body into his arms.
"You must be tired from your transformation. Come, let us go home," He began walking, and all I could do was smile and thank him as I fell into the most peaceful slumber of my life.
~*~*~*~A work in progress, To be continued~*~*~*~*~*
I was young when my kind was destroyed, a little over five years old, perhaps. I remember watching my kin sit as the Golden dragons ripped them to shreds. Yet they did nothing ro prevent them.
I alone was the sole survivor of my race. Some may revere me as a God, some a demon. All I know is that ever since I was little I have had to flee from the human world, taking solace in mountain caves, feeding off of the cattle and stock the farmers had to offer.
Then they found me. The Golden dragons had found me one day, and offered no mercy. They beat me, ripped me to shreds, yet somehow I escaped with nothing but a pair of damaged wings and broken claws. Again, I took to solitude, this time I was hardly alive.
I wandered for days, weeks, hours...I can't tell now. All I know is that I ended up in the desert, and I don't even know which one.
The breeze was harsh, the golden rays of the sun were as unforgiving as the Golden dragons themselves. I fell face first into the desert sand, groaning a little, watching as little particles of dust rolled uneventfully by me. I must have been quite the sight...Laying face first, blood covering my mangled body, and strands of silver-green hair like tentacles pooling about my head. There was sand on my lips, and it almost felt good to have the dirt in my mouth. At least it was something.
Through my hazed vision, I saw a red figure on the horizon approaching, blazing like a single candle flame against the fading sky. He came closer, and it was a face almost everyone knew. A cruel smile, eyes blazing like fire beneath a frame of silken garnet. He smiled down at me, and I did my best to smile back with parched, cracked, bloody lips.
"Lord Gaav, the Demon Dragon King...Have you come to mock me in my dying moments?" I asked sardonically, my voice barley above a cracking whisper.
Again, he smiled cruelly, and leaned over to take me in his arms.
"No young, Val...I have come to offer you something,"
I let him take me in his embrace, and felt something snap when I heard my name, and gazed up at him in thought.
"How did you know my name...?" I whimpered.
"Everyone knows the notorious Val of the late Ancient Dragon Clan. You were seen over the skies in your true form, plucking cattle from where they stood. Most admire that you are the last, and escaped when you were so young,"
I fell silent, and for a few moments we stood, his embrace soothing against the harsh whips of sand.
"Again, I have come to offer you something..." he looked down at me, his eyes filled with what seemed to be compassion.
"How would you like to be reborn as one of my own kind...The Mazoku race? You'd be gifted with part of my power, and yet retain your old power as well. You'd practically be a God, young Val,"
I had to ponder this, but I knew I had to make a decision fast...my time was running out.
Just then, I felt my stomach twist, My body spasmed and forced blood right from my gut, onto the desert sand.
"It's your choice, Val," He said, the wicked smile crossing his face again.
I wanted to live...I wanted to take revenge on the cold world that supported the Golden Dragons in what they did. I wanted to kill the Golden dragons and snuff out their flames of life.
I smiled up at him.
"Yes, I think I'd enjoy that,"
Gaav smiled broadly, and from a sheath at his side pulled out a giant broad sword, and whispered in my ear.
"I'll end it quickly, and change you,"
The sword glimmered with the blood of a thousand fallen enemies, and I hardly felt it as he rammed it roughly through my chest.
"I think I'd like that a lot," I said, weakly in a hoarse whisper. My eyes fell heavy and all went white for all but a few seconds. I felt searing pain, and the world around me seemed different, yet painfully familiar. Gaav had his arms wrapped tightly about me as he sent wave after wave of power through my body, and I felt each one like a blow from a sword. As much as it hurt, I found I enjoyed the pain. A lot. And yet I screamed, throwing my head up towards the heavens, as to cry for deliverance.
And then all went numb, the pain slipped away, and I stood in the middle of the desert, with the demon dragon's possessive arms wrapped around my small body.
He looked down, and smiled.
"I rename you Val-Gaav, and you are to serve under me against Shabranigdo," He smiled as he swooped my weak body into his arms.
"You must be tired from your transformation. Come, let us go home," He began walking, and all I could do was smile and thank him as I fell into the most peaceful slumber of my life.
~*~*~*~A work in progress, To be continued~*~*~*~*~*