Breath Of Fire: Gold Blood

Prologue

A Light and a Dark Dragon looked down happily at their newborn child. His dark blue hair and twinkling bright blue eyes were a wonder to behold. The mother, a Dark Dragon gently stroked her son's soft check smiling down at him. The baby gurgled with delight and the father laughed. The father was a mix of a Light Dragon and a Wing Clanner; the results were that he permanently had a powerful pair of dragon wings sprouting from his back. They were gold scaled, very much like his ultimate transformation.

"My dear Ryu…" The mother whispered to the child.

"Yes?" The father answered cheerfully.

"Not you! I swear you haven't changed since we first met!" The mother laughed.

The parents looked at each other and they both felt a sense of nostalgia. The world seemed to be finally settling down. The Power of the Dragon wasn't going to be needed to be called on anymore. Though the parents were glad their child could be born into peace. The mother stated so and the father nodded slowly.

"Yeah, but he's still got the power. Wonder if he'll ever be able to use it…"

"I'd hope not." The mother frowned.

A soft, deep laugh came from almost nowhere and the parents immediately smiled.

"Drogen, come to give us your blessings?" The father winked.

A ghostly figure appeared on the other side of the cot; it was Drogen, the Dragon God. Drogen, of course, wasn't his real name; it was what they wished to call him. And the God didn't particularly mind. This time he came in the figure of a human with features amazingly similar to the father and the baby, even a little of the mother.

"Of course. What have you called him?"

"Ryu." The mother said and the baby gurgled in what seemed to be a response.

The Dragon God laughed heartily and looked at them eyes filled with amusement.

"Following the old traditions?"

"Sure, why not?" The father grinned.

Drogen nodded in approval and then some kind of sadness entered his eyes.

"Well, I wish you all the best. But I must thank you again for your previous deeds. You were all very brave to follow your fates."

"Well, it's not like we had a choice." The father said a little glumly.

"On the contraire, you could have decided to deny your destinies."

"What?" The father moaned.

"And the world would have been plunged into darkness, literally." The mother said looking at the father.

The father muttered something incoherent and the baby gurgled with delight. Drogen smiled but there was that sadness lingering in his deep eyes.

"Well, good luck." He said and faded away before the parents could reply.

The parents thought nothing of it and continued to entertain their baby lovingly.

"When you grow up," the father said gently. "You'll be as strong and handsome as me."

The mother burst out laughing but agreed in the end. The parents looked at each other with a deep love, the same they held for their child. It was the perfect picture… Heroes from a great time of struggle came through and brought light to the people, now they could raise their own children in the light and teach them to maintain the balance…. The perfect picture…