It has been said that time continuously repeats. Tragedy strikes over again
just as joy graces the same people that it had before. Everything is
predetermined and it is deemed as destiny. I believed that nothing could
change no matter what anyone did. I had always felt that I was destined to
die the same death in every other alternate plane of existence that held
our troubled world.
How wrong I was.
My theory has changed due to the adventure, if it could actually be called that, that I had undertook. I believe now that when time repeats, a person or creature may be able to catch on to the plan of the gods. Maybe a certain dread tells them to remain home and stay away from the unknown danger that would have sought them out.
Melbu Frahma, my leader, had caught onto his destiny, although I am not sure how. Was it my own destiny to die under his rule in the war against the weaker human race? Probably. But when he drew countermeasures against the enemy, the gods tried to intervene, however. The only problem was that they were enslaved by the power of the sphere.
The gods did find a way. And their way was through me.
I do not know what it was that caused me to leave my race for I was raised to never like humans, and honestly, I never quite did. Maybe the deities of this corrupt world instilled their will into me, and because I am still only a mere mortal, although long lived, it is most probable that I could not resist their designs for me.
I can easily recall the events that led up to my present path . . .
The large star in the sky feels immaculate on my pale flesh, and even though it stings my crimson eyes, I am glad to experience it. Kanzas barely remains above the gray clouds, and that signifies that the humans may encounter rain. The hail of water will hinder any defense that they may be currently working on. That brings a malicious smile to my lips.
The only thing that is stopping me from armoring up and raiding the pathetic humans is the prospect of an anti-dragon weapon. Melbu Frahma, our great leader, has foreseen the coming of humans with enslaved dragons.
How I hate those winged beasts!
I am not sure how he obtained that vital knowledge, but I can truthfully say that I am not bothered by it. Much more besides, with these weapons, we can cut down any rebellion those humans conjure up!
My shoes, which are made of thick leather and rimmed with simple metal, softly click on the crystalline platform that juts out from the citadel. In a sense, it is a tactical advantage for if the humans manage to find away to attack from the skies, the prism will magnify the light from the sun, and thus, it could temporarily blind them.
We plan to cut the fools down before they can obtain such a power.
I truly am growing impatient. What could be taking those magic researchers so long? Do not they know that this is the most opportune time to cut down some of the foes resources? I cannot wait any longer!
My wings, like the rest of my kin, flare out as an ivory white. Using the force that my wings create, I make my hasty flight to my terrace home.
As I nimbly dodge other winglies and avoid structures that hold the fortress in place, I applaud myself for skillful maneuvering. I have always been highly adept in aerial attacks. No one pays me much heed for this is a daily routine. Yes, the restless youth, known as myself, tends to roam about her homeland in such a manner.
There is nothing special about my room. It is able to house a dome-shaped bed as well as my weapons and armor, and that is all I need. Unlike most of the other females, I am a warrior at heart.
Without further ado, I strip of my comfortable garb, and I easily slide on a deceptive cotton shirt. Next comes my silvery armor, which blends in with my shoulder length hair. Lastly, I slide on my helm. The color is the same as the rest of my attire, and feathered wings protrude from the sides. Although my protective covering looks very cumbersome, I am still quite able to fly about and move with great ease and comfort.
I stretch my limbs and pick up my sharp edged, poisoned javelin. It is time to depart.
The excitement that threatened to make me cackle with pure sadistic delight made me unaware of a fellow lieutenant who had taken the liberty of entering my sanctuary.
"Tsuda, you honestly are not thinking of going alone," the wingly fighter had accentuated the fact that he desires to come with me and not rat me out to the lieutenant commanders. Truly, this day is turning out well!
He is clad in the same armoring as I save for the fact that his own is better fitted for a male. His white hair is tide back, and only several tendrils framed his angular face. It was most obvious that he is relishing the fun that was about come as well.
Many of our elders called us foolhardy children, but we did hold a rather high rank in Frahma's grand army. No one doubted our fighting prowess or our military skills.
Czeke Arlan, as is his name, soared besides me. We steadily made our flight lower.
Lower.
And Lower still.
Beneath the smoky clouds, the rain was making the ground slick and the spirits of the guards dim. I knew that the score of soldiers were expecting an attack from the aerial devils for the downpour aided us in our assaults.
The first shout that signifies our approach is like music to my ears. Did they know that their lives were coming to an end?
Czeke and I split when we get close to the ground. He shoots down archers with his own devastating bow, and he remains high enough so that they cannot counter him. He is fighting well, I comment.
But as for myself, I flutter right into their ugly faces, and grin when I skewer them with my lance. With the lovely Czeke guarding my back, I have little to fear from these humans.
It seems as if they have learned how to survive better against us for reinforcements arrived suddenly. I guess they began to build their shabby forts closer together. This is not hindering our assault in the least bit.
Arrow shafts rebound off my blood stained armor, and even though their aiming is good, their actual chance of managing to strike at the only opening of my armor, between my helm and chest plate, is too small to even consider probable.
A shield was put in proper alignment to ward of my lunging weapon, and that alone put me in shock. Since when could these weaklings defend themselves?
Not even my glare, which assured a slow and painful death, fazed the owner of that crude metal buckler. The woman's hardy features grimaced in frustration. She obviously wanted to defeat me so, but I will not allow myself to fall to an inferior human woman!
I was trapped for a moment when a net sprung out from a concealed tower, and I would have blushed in utter embarrassment for falling for such a thing if my mind had not been fixated on that human wench.
It was easy enough to shred the ropes to pieces and be free of the binding, but something happened that I could not believe.
Her sword, looking rather dull, slipped past my blocking javelin and slid so smoothly across my vulnerable throat.
She knew of the weakness!
I knew that could not afford to continue this preposterous battle, and thus, I had to sacrifice my weapon to hinder that damned woman from capturing me.
In desperation, I find the willpower to make my zigzagging escape from that humiliating escapade, but my neck is bleeding freely. I know that not even a wingly could survive this.
My wings dissipate, and as I tumble to the muddy earth, I can see a dragon, black and imposing, launch an overwhelming blast at my companion. I do not know if his form fading from my eyes is his dead body being lunged backwards or if he survived and is currently retreating.
But what does it matter?
I am dying.
How wrong I was.
My theory has changed due to the adventure, if it could actually be called that, that I had undertook. I believe now that when time repeats, a person or creature may be able to catch on to the plan of the gods. Maybe a certain dread tells them to remain home and stay away from the unknown danger that would have sought them out.
Melbu Frahma, my leader, had caught onto his destiny, although I am not sure how. Was it my own destiny to die under his rule in the war against the weaker human race? Probably. But when he drew countermeasures against the enemy, the gods tried to intervene, however. The only problem was that they were enslaved by the power of the sphere.
The gods did find a way. And their way was through me.
I do not know what it was that caused me to leave my race for I was raised to never like humans, and honestly, I never quite did. Maybe the deities of this corrupt world instilled their will into me, and because I am still only a mere mortal, although long lived, it is most probable that I could not resist their designs for me.
I can easily recall the events that led up to my present path . . .
The large star in the sky feels immaculate on my pale flesh, and even though it stings my crimson eyes, I am glad to experience it. Kanzas barely remains above the gray clouds, and that signifies that the humans may encounter rain. The hail of water will hinder any defense that they may be currently working on. That brings a malicious smile to my lips.
The only thing that is stopping me from armoring up and raiding the pathetic humans is the prospect of an anti-dragon weapon. Melbu Frahma, our great leader, has foreseen the coming of humans with enslaved dragons.
How I hate those winged beasts!
I am not sure how he obtained that vital knowledge, but I can truthfully say that I am not bothered by it. Much more besides, with these weapons, we can cut down any rebellion those humans conjure up!
My shoes, which are made of thick leather and rimmed with simple metal, softly click on the crystalline platform that juts out from the citadel. In a sense, it is a tactical advantage for if the humans manage to find away to attack from the skies, the prism will magnify the light from the sun, and thus, it could temporarily blind them.
We plan to cut the fools down before they can obtain such a power.
I truly am growing impatient. What could be taking those magic researchers so long? Do not they know that this is the most opportune time to cut down some of the foes resources? I cannot wait any longer!
My wings, like the rest of my kin, flare out as an ivory white. Using the force that my wings create, I make my hasty flight to my terrace home.
As I nimbly dodge other winglies and avoid structures that hold the fortress in place, I applaud myself for skillful maneuvering. I have always been highly adept in aerial attacks. No one pays me much heed for this is a daily routine. Yes, the restless youth, known as myself, tends to roam about her homeland in such a manner.
There is nothing special about my room. It is able to house a dome-shaped bed as well as my weapons and armor, and that is all I need. Unlike most of the other females, I am a warrior at heart.
Without further ado, I strip of my comfortable garb, and I easily slide on a deceptive cotton shirt. Next comes my silvery armor, which blends in with my shoulder length hair. Lastly, I slide on my helm. The color is the same as the rest of my attire, and feathered wings protrude from the sides. Although my protective covering looks very cumbersome, I am still quite able to fly about and move with great ease and comfort.
I stretch my limbs and pick up my sharp edged, poisoned javelin. It is time to depart.
The excitement that threatened to make me cackle with pure sadistic delight made me unaware of a fellow lieutenant who had taken the liberty of entering my sanctuary.
"Tsuda, you honestly are not thinking of going alone," the wingly fighter had accentuated the fact that he desires to come with me and not rat me out to the lieutenant commanders. Truly, this day is turning out well!
He is clad in the same armoring as I save for the fact that his own is better fitted for a male. His white hair is tide back, and only several tendrils framed his angular face. It was most obvious that he is relishing the fun that was about come as well.
Many of our elders called us foolhardy children, but we did hold a rather high rank in Frahma's grand army. No one doubted our fighting prowess or our military skills.
Czeke Arlan, as is his name, soared besides me. We steadily made our flight lower.
Lower.
And Lower still.
Beneath the smoky clouds, the rain was making the ground slick and the spirits of the guards dim. I knew that the score of soldiers were expecting an attack from the aerial devils for the downpour aided us in our assaults.
The first shout that signifies our approach is like music to my ears. Did they know that their lives were coming to an end?
Czeke and I split when we get close to the ground. He shoots down archers with his own devastating bow, and he remains high enough so that they cannot counter him. He is fighting well, I comment.
But as for myself, I flutter right into their ugly faces, and grin when I skewer them with my lance. With the lovely Czeke guarding my back, I have little to fear from these humans.
It seems as if they have learned how to survive better against us for reinforcements arrived suddenly. I guess they began to build their shabby forts closer together. This is not hindering our assault in the least bit.
Arrow shafts rebound off my blood stained armor, and even though their aiming is good, their actual chance of managing to strike at the only opening of my armor, between my helm and chest plate, is too small to even consider probable.
A shield was put in proper alignment to ward of my lunging weapon, and that alone put me in shock. Since when could these weaklings defend themselves?
Not even my glare, which assured a slow and painful death, fazed the owner of that crude metal buckler. The woman's hardy features grimaced in frustration. She obviously wanted to defeat me so, but I will not allow myself to fall to an inferior human woman!
I was trapped for a moment when a net sprung out from a concealed tower, and I would have blushed in utter embarrassment for falling for such a thing if my mind had not been fixated on that human wench.
It was easy enough to shred the ropes to pieces and be free of the binding, but something happened that I could not believe.
Her sword, looking rather dull, slipped past my blocking javelin and slid so smoothly across my vulnerable throat.
She knew of the weakness!
I knew that could not afford to continue this preposterous battle, and thus, I had to sacrifice my weapon to hinder that damned woman from capturing me.
In desperation, I find the willpower to make my zigzagging escape from that humiliating escapade, but my neck is bleeding freely. I know that not even a wingly could survive this.
My wings dissipate, and as I tumble to the muddy earth, I can see a dragon, black and imposing, launch an overwhelming blast at my companion. I do not know if his form fading from my eyes is his dead body being lunged backwards or if he survived and is currently retreating.
But what does it matter?
I am dying.