Cap 3

while the pain is all you can remember, seconds turn into years, and minutes in centuries. An eternity of agony in which you beg for the mercy of the gods, in which you are crying your sins, your pride, your ambitions, and admit that you're nothing more than a tool in the hands of the creators, a puppet dancing an already planned life.

You beg for the death from which you have run your entire life. You stop seeing it as a punishment but as a release from hell. Tears burn down your cheeks and you can't breathe anything but fire. You open your mouth to scream your pain and despair but all that comes out is a feeble moan , a moan just as frail as your hope for salvation is. From what someday was a proud and haughty spirit which could command the fires, hasn't remained just a shadow that beggars for divine mercy.

How many times has she cursed her own stubbornness, how many times has she deplored her pride? How could a mere mortal to believe himself over the gods? How could that soul believe that he can extricate himself from the one and only undeniable force in the world, the death?

"How could I throw myself into an eternity of agony and regrets?"

Silence. In a world where so far was only pain, a thought fostered. There are glimpses of a conscience that awakes to life. The cruelty of the gods is forgotten and a burning desire to be, bursts from the dark abyss where the poor soul was lost for so long. Fears are forgotten, forgotten is the agony! All that remained was the will to wake up.

The vanity, the need for power, the hunger for control, the desires and the hate, they all wake up from their long sleep and start to push the soul to the world of living ones.

My first attempt to breath was extremely painful. My lungs were on fire and my throat was so dry that the mere presence of air was enough to bring tears in my eyes. Trying to make some sense from this completely chaos, I tried to get up but I failed miserably. My whole world was in a blur. In shades of grey and red, the things around me were still dancing around my eyes.

When my vision had finally cleared I gasped. What was in front me was not my city, hell, you can't even say that the landscape was a real one. Where a long time ago, the silver rivers and ancient forests of Valyria were standing proud, now was a red, dead desert. Red and green flames were trying to touch the big, black clouds, the wind was crying the fall of a mighty empire and the shadows were roaring and screaming their despair. Everything that was growing under that reddish son and black, toxic clouds made of dark magic, was dying and suffering.

The only one. With despair I realized that I was the only one that had survived the doom. I scare, alone and weak. I had just wake up from a 300 years come, sleep, death… whatever that horrible thing was, and now I was confronted with the death of my entire world. My family was gone, my friends, my teachers, my dragon and my life had ended when I spoke the words of the curse.

But I refused to give up so easily! I was the one that conquered death, I was the one that had tricked the only force in the world that bend to nobody. Glaring at the things around me, I get up and called for my magic. Concentrated, I start to mumble an incantation that was supposed to take me away from there. I started to put more and more magic in the spell, not being able to see or hear nothing from the outside world…

"Arghhh" something yelled behind me. With my heart sinking, I turned around watched with horror how a weird looking dragon roared his fury to me. Annoyed be the disturbance, I said the necessary spell for killing the dragon, and I started to say the transporting spell. It had never occurred to me that all the dragons were clearly dead and that the creature standing before was not an ordinary dragon. Nope. Never had I thought about it.

Avoiding the fire be mere millimeters, I stared dumb at the creature. This was not normal, no, he… it must be dead! The curse never fails! I had done it before and…and… I barely avoided the fire once again.

Throwing one last glance to the zombie-dragon, I begun to run for my dear life. Conjuring a magic shield around me, I began to draw the necessary runes for the Tenebris Maledicite.

"Ignis est servus meus, umbra scutum meum, ferrum lucis aeternae obruat rumperet", I yelled with all my strength. If the creature was a one belonging to the light, the course would have done nothing more than a light pinch, but because this… thing was clearly a dark one, the curse had pushed it into oblivion. With wonder, I watched as the creature started to yell and burn with a green flame. Smirking, I looked at the black bones and rotted meat. Yes, I thought, my powers are still working. Then why…?

My question was completely washed from my mind when I noticed the changes around me. The wind was so thick with black magic that I could hardly breath and the flames and shadows that were all around me begun to crawl to the place where I was standing. It was like all the nature was concentrating its strength to attack me. And then I realized. This magic, this strange force that was giving life to all the creatures, including that dragon, well, that force was coming straight from the island. I was fighting to the all Valyria!

Thinking frantically to a way out, I prayed to all the gods to not kill me right now.

"Tempus est fluvius, et ego in eo natare. Volitans in aere, et locus eius. Terrae, aeris, aquae et ignis et notoriae vocat me, ut mihi". My magic filled me with a white light and all the darkness was gone. A strong feeling of nausea overcame me and I was feeling as if I was cut into a million parts." Please, gods, let just a house of light to be still standing in the colonies", and with that last pray to an unknown god I fall into an abyss.