CHAPTER ONE THE COMING OF THE DARK AGES

1657 Jar 34 It is the time of mixed bloods to gain a right for them
selves. It has been three hundred years since the mixing of blood was
forbidden. Now I will Take my control over this world and rid us of
all these worthless forms of life, and there dragons. How will I do it
well that is something I have long since wondered and have found the
cure for. In secret, I King Novi Dragmire have produced in secret a
ruthless army. They will run the land and kill any soul who bares the
mark of mixed lineage. Only then with bloodshed can I take control of
a situation that has spun madly out of control. Tonight my army
marches and the first will be my own granddaughter. That's all for
this days entry.

Novie Dragmire was righting his usual plans in his book of Dragmire
accounts. It is believed that each clan keeps a book of events so that
future generations will never forget past mistakes. In Novi's mind,
killing the blood of all mixes was a way to rid the world of evil. For
in his youth he had an evil thing happen to him. "Roth!" Novie yelled
with rage " Do you know what is to be tonight?" Roth was a gruff man
with bright orange hair, and a face of stone, set with many scars of
past arguments with Novi.

" No my lord, what happens to night?"

Novi turned to his first in command and smiled a wicked grin " We
start the hunt for evil."

Later that day Novie went to a temple built for a tomb. The tomb
was different from normal tombs. In the center of the room lay an
altar with a glass case over it. In the glass, case laid a woman so
beautiful, She would make a diamond look dull. Her hair was brown with
streaks of green, orange, and white. The sign of a mixed blood.

He gently knelt down, lifted the glass casing off, and held her
delicate head with his massive hands. He then gently picked her up and
held her in his arms as close as he could. She seamed to be a child of
sixteen but was as old as he.

She was his love and his wife. Novi looked down at her and remembered
the dreadful day. He had just married her not even two years ago, and
it was their first fight. They had separated to let their tempers
cool. He had gone into the palace and she had gone in to the royal
gardens.

However, a figure in dark clothes meet her in the garden's and casted
a spell on her and she fell as if dead. When she was found she was
still alive, but in a wakless sleep. The wizard was still there and
was waiting for Novi, but when Novi got there he was ready and nearly
killed the wizard.

The wizard's last dying breath was a sword throe Novi's hart. "Only
the blood of a true mixed blood can awake her, a mixed blood with all
six." the wizard never finished his curs for at that moment he fell
dead at Novi's feet.

In a rage, he had all the mixed-blooded people come and try six
different spells of awakening. But she never awoke. A temple was made
and she was placed in that temple. There the King would visit his
queen and hope that some day a miracle would happen. Over time in his
waiting he came to hate, all mixed blooded people and his hart slowly
became a dark and unmerciles thing.

It was there that the king was found at nightfall, holding his love in
his arms. It was Roth who was sent to get the king " Your majesty,
night has fallen and the troops are ready, all we need is you."

Slowly and gently the king laid his love down and replaced the glass
covering. He then turned around to Roth and slowly walked to him. " Is
it not written, my dear friend Roth, Do not bother me while I am
here?"

"Yes your majesty, but you would have been angry with me for not
telling you."

"Yes quite right, are you terrified of me?"

"Yes."

"Do you wish to be gone?"

"Yes, I don't wont to be apart of this blood shed."

"Roth, did you know you have a Green hair hidden beneath your brown
hair?"

"Please don't kill me, it was not my fault for my parents deeds."

"No, but you are a mixed non the less." Suddenly out of no where Novi brought out a sword and with one quick sweep Roths head was rolling down the steps of the temple.