The Dragon King
"Many years ago…" Eclipse whispered, almost to herself. "In a valley far, far away, a child was born, and The Dragon God was there... In fact, the child being born was his. His and a normal woman. The god wasn't worried; he was used to child birth. He sat beneath the great oak tree, staring at the waters of the creek.
"Soon, the God grew bored of waiting. He created a small flame and played with it. When he got bored of that, he tossed it into the creek. But instead of being put out, the flame grew. It leapt on the branches and the grass. The valley became engulfed within moments. The clouds parted and the most beautiful moon. The god leapt up and started to put out the flames, not noticing the moon. The flames died. The moon flashed and sparkled, and so did the valley. The God couldn't believe it. "It's so beautiful…. But so unnatural…. Oh well…… I like it like this. I won't change it."
"He simply stared at the glittering Valley. The trees glittered, the leaves the branches, the grass, the rocks in the creek. Everything. And the God simply stared.
"A cry broke his thoughts. "My child. Hope he doesn't come out like the others…." The God walked around a small turn. A woman was holding a very human baby boy… Well... almost human.
"The woman saw the God and gasped. She sobbed. "Please! Do not take my child!"
"That baby has inhuman powers. You must relinquish."
"The woman cried. "Oh, my God! I know what you say is true. But why this one! You have many more that don't look human! This one is human! He looks it!"
"The God scowled and snatched the child. He pulled off the blanket wrapped around it. "Does this look human to you?" The had two tiny dragon wings and his ears were pointed. "This child will know how to fly before he can even crawl. Even as we speak, these wings grow." It was true. The wings were already flapping stiffly. The baby floated abit, and flopped back into his fathers palm.
"The woman cried out. "PLEASE! I bow before you! Anything but my baby!"
"The God looked at her silently. Inwardly, he cursed his soft heart. He sighed as his heart melted. "Fin."
"What?"
"I repeat. 'Fine'. At least until he's eight. Then he returns to me. He shall be called Getsuei."
"Getsuei... Moon." The woman murmured.
"At age eight, he shall return to me. Until then, say I died in battle or something."
"Yes. And his wings?"
"Hold on! I was getting to that." The God reached into his cloak and pulled out a bottle of black pills. "These will keep his human appearance and stunt the growth of his wings. The bottle will never run out. Until he is eight. Give him one every day. The woman nodded. The God handed her the baby and the pills. "Raise him well." The god Turned and disappeared into the trees.
"Eight years or so later, Getsuei woke up. He sat up and rubbed his blue green eyes. The other kids always made fun of his eyes. No one else had eyes that color. Their eyes were black or brown, but never blue. His black hair was normal, and his dark skin was to.
"Mama?" He called, getting out of bed. His mother came to the door, holding a bag. "I have someone you should meet."
"The boy followed his mother into their kitchen and paused. A tall thin man stood there, staring out a window with sad eyes. When Getsuei walked up, the man looked down.
"Hey, kiddo." The man had dark, gold colored hair and bright orange eyes. Other than that, the man looked relatively normal... except the fact that the man looked around 20.
"Why do you look like me? Are you my Papa?"
"Sharp kid! Yeppers!"
"But... you're the Dragon God! The dragon God's children are supposed to look like dragons or monsters not human!"
"Kiddo, have you noticed you don't look very human? Look in a mirror."
"what's that supposed to mean?" The boy glanced In the mirror and gasped. HE had pointed ears and dark gold hair. He felt something on his back and he reached back to feel it. Two tiny wings. The boy gasped and looked at the man. The God had a smirk on his face. "Told you so."
"But-but!"
"Yeah... truth is... I'm a big softie. So I let your mama have you for eight years. When you turn fourteen, you'll get a free rein. But now, you have to come with me before I get in trouble with the big man. Oh wait, I am the big man. Never mind. So kiddo, say your good byes, grab your bag and lets go." The boy turned and hugged his sobbing mother. He turned back to the God. "Okay.. I'm ready."
"What? NO little friends? Only your ma?"
"Yes. NO one likes me. My eyes scare them."
"Well truth to be told, that's the only part of you that looks human."
"The boy smiled and took the bag from his mother. The mother sobbed as the man scoped up the boy and walked away into he streets.
Six years later
"Getsuei stared into the seeing glass, looking down on his country. He sighed and stood up, flexing his wings. He was fourteen and was supposed to be free. The boy looked at his wings. If he wasn't careful, he could take off simply by stretching. He sighed and walked to the throne room. For a fourteen year old, the boy was smart and strong. He resembled a very serious 40 year old, even though his face was still young. "Father." He looked up at his father, sitting on a throne. The God was staring off into the sky. Getsuei stood next to him and looked up but saw nothing.
'Father. Papa. Dude. Daddy. Pop-sickle. Sir Dragon. Sir Drake. Don't make me speak other languages. DADDY!"
"The God jumped and looked at his son. "Hey kiddo! How long have you been standing there?"
"A few minutes."
"Oh. Sorry thinking."
'Duh.' The boy looked up and said. "Hey, can I go to the real world. Down there?"
"You mean Atlantis?"
"Yes."
"Well you are fourteen. You don't have to ask anymore."
"Really!"
"Don't get that happy look. Remember there are rules."
"Okay.Lay em on me."
"You have to take Moto, you have to hide your appearance, and you'll own a store. A pet store!"
"You make it sound like fun."
"It is! You get costumers that you want to kill, and then when they leave, call me and I'll take care of 'em! See? It's a breeze!"
"Okay."
"Good. Just take a pill everyday and your good. Moto has her own."
"Okay."
"Go tonight."
"All right." The boy turned and walked back to his room. He sighed and packed his things. The boy waited until it grew dark and went to his cousin's home and got her. They went to the mortal world and opened a shop called, "Dragon's Shop." They grew quite successful and a year later, word got around a new princess has arrived. As 'normal citizen's' they went to the palace with everyone else to see the new princess. They stood in the front, and waited for the princess to shoe herself on the wall. The appointed time came and went, but still no princess. Getsuei yawned and glanced at his watch.
'Sorry! Forgot!'
"The citizen's looked up and stared. A thin girl stood there, smiling sweetly.
"Gosh she's pretty." Getsuei clapped a hand over his mouth. 'Crap! I said that out loud."
"The princess was called Matahari, or Sun. Soon, Getsuei found himself finding excuses to walk with her, or talk to her when she came to the pet store. Soon, he was head over heels in love with the princess.
"One day, when he had turned sixteen, and the princess fifteen, she grew deathly ill. He couldn't stand it. Her presence was never there, and it killed him. With each passing day, he grew weaker. He couldn't leave the store. He sat and carved all day, for there were no customers. He carved little birds, Dragons, cats, you name it, and he carved it.
"The princess came in one day, deathly pale, but it was her. The boy, now man, beamed at the sight of her holding onto her elder brother's arm. She smiled and stumbled forward. He caught her and she whispered, 'I love you.' He simply smiled and kissed her.
"Now at the same time, this country's enemies were planning war, and Getsuei, being male and young was sent to fight. Matahari could do nothing about it. He left and gave her a fabulous sword, not knowing she had already seen his death. She screamed and sobbed when he left, throwing fits and striking out at her siblings. Her father grabbed her and said, 'Enough! He is dying an honorable death.' And with that, her father turned and walked away. She looked at the sky.
'Death is never honorable.'
"There would be more to the story, but the Dragon King's body was never found, and the Princess went into depression, never speaking a word to anyone about her lost love..."