A/N: So far, this is a bit chilling, even for me...but I'm attempting to write this, since it was another idea that was stuck in my head after I had a dream about it.

Prologue: The Beginning of the End

Romania, 498 B.C.

"Listen to me, little brother," Kelkiar said. "What I'm going to tell you is important."

"What is it?" Neijior asked, brushing his blonde and blue hair to one side. "What do you need to tell me?"

"I know that Imniar is planning to kill me—and you. Kysandior and I were talking, and we figured that one of the three of us needs to be alive for the beginning of what is to come throughout the centuries for our kind. I'm going to put a sleeping spell on you—of course, you'll wake up in 3,000 years—and protect the Chosen One," Kelkiar replied.

"How will I know what she looks like?" Neijior asked. "And what is to happen to you and Kysandior?"

"You'll know," Kysandior said. "You'll be allowed to see visions as you're asleep. We'll put ourselves to sleep as well, but you'll be the only one to wake us when you see it fit to do so."

"Makes sense," Neijior murmured. "Why me, though?"

"Simple," Kelkiar said. "Because Imniar is afraid of you. He won't try anything with you—just me—because of that competition we had. He's still angry over losing—and that Father killed his father."

"Again," Neijior grunted. "That makes sense. Just do it already, before—."

"Before what?" Imniar growled. "I kill you, motherfucker? You made me lose that competition—and look like a fool in the process."

"There is going to be none of that," Kysandior growled at him. "You know there wasn't anything wrong with that competition. Kelkiar, take Neijior to the side and talk to him."

Imniar drew his sword. "Care to tell me that again, Kysandior?" he raged.

"I just did," Kysandior calmly replied.

"Whatever," Imniar hissed. "Fight me then, old man," he said.

Kysandior drew his sword. "As you wish." He lunged at Imniar, who jumped back.

Imniar began to laugh. "This is too rich," he muttered.

"I thought you wanted a fight," Kysandior said. "I'm giving you a fight, asshole."

"Then let's do this," Imniar growled. He lunged at Kysandior, his sword swinging.

"Hah! You call that using a sword? Let me show you how it's done," Kysandior laughed, balancing himself on the edge of Imniar's sword. He kicked Imniar in the face while still balanced on the sword.

Imniar flew into a wall. "No fair!" he wailed. He swung his sword again. "Fight fair!"

"Oh, but I am," Kysandior replied. "This is the way the old Reptilians fight, grasshopper."

"That is it!" Imniar growled, ripping off his shirt. "I am going to wipe your face into the ground, Kysandior. And then bathe in your blood," he threatened. "Trust me, I will."

Kysandior laughed. "That is if you can kill me," he challenged.

"That I can promise I will do," Imniar replied. A sick smile twisted on his face as he spoke. "And when I do, I will be at peace—for you have PISSED me off for the last time."

The fight between Kysandior and Imniar continued. While that continued, Kelkiar and Neijior continued to talk.

"When did you hear that Imniar had plans to kill you?" Neijior asked his brother.

"I didn't have to hear," Kelkiar said. "I just knew." It was known by everyone that Kelkiar possessed extreme psychic abilities—Neijior knew not to ask anything else about it.

"Ah," Neijior said. "Anyway, shouldn't we go check on Kysandior?" he asked, worry crossing his face.

"I think he'll be fine," Kelkiar said, looking over his shoulder. "He's got everything under control."

Just then, a growl ripped through the room. Imniar flew into the room where the brothers were talking, holding his side as Kysandior tossed him into a wall.

"Oh, God," Neijior groaned. "They're messing up the great hall. "And he's bleeding," he added, kicking Imniar in the stomach.

"Fuck you," Imniar spat.

"I believe it's you that is fucked," Kysandior growled, picking him up and slamming him into a wall.

"Stop this already!" Neijior growled, baring his fangs. "Imniar, I will kill you myself."

"Like hell you will," Imniar hissed.

"I think so," Neijior said, brandishing his own sword and stabbing Imniar with it.

"What the hell—?" Kysandior snickered.

"Get him out of my sight," Neijior commanded. "He needs to be taught a lesson. And we'll show him that lesson in the morning. And clean him up—also, get a servant in here to clean this mess."

The Reptilians were known for enslaving mortals and turning them into their servants or whatever they desired. For the royal family and noble class, they were used as food sources and servants. For anyone else of the Reptilian race, they were used for food.

"Yes, your Majesty," a guard answered. "Right away," he said, dragging Imniar behind him.

"If Imniar's here, where's Niarchos?" Kelkiar asked.

Niarchos was Imniar's older brother. As well as being just as dangerous as his brother, Niarchos succeeded in trying to make life for all Reptilians a living hell. He also possessed a rather keen sense of hearing, which was put to good use right then and there. "What did you say about me?" he growled.

"Ah, Niarchos, so nice of you to join us," Kysandior laughed. "Well, NOT really."

"Take that back, asshole," Niarchos hissed. "Where did you put Imniar this time?"

"Try the dungeons, where I think you should be," Kelkiar snickered.

"Fuck you," Niarchos hissed again.

Two guards appeared on each side of him, ready to strike if needed. "Put him in a separate cell from his brother," Kysandior ordered.

"Yes, Lord Kysandior," they replied. "Come on, you."

"This isn't over," Niarchos hissed. "Not by a long shot, motherfucker."

"I doubt we'd dream of that," Neijior said, laughing. "Have fun in the dungeons."

Niarchos was still cursing as he was taken away. "We'll get you for this," he shouted.

"Sure, empty threats," Kysandior murmured. "Empty threats."

"Yeah, as empty as your head," Niarchos continued.

Kysandior speared Niarchos to the ground in a fit of rage. "What did you say?" he growled.

"You have an empty head. There, I said it again," Niarchos growled back.

"Take...him...away...from...me...NOW!" Kysandior was becoming infuriated. Kelkiar tried to calm Kysandior, but it wasn't going to be easy.

"Not when he just said all that shit," Kysandior hissed.

"Relax," Neijior said. "They're going to be in the dungeons for a while. No worries, Kyi."

"No!" Kysandior growled. "Leave me alone! I'll be in my chambers," he said, still seething with rage as he stormed off.

"Oh, brother," Kelkiar groaned. "Now he's upset, and this place is a freaking mess. Wonderfuckingful."

"Leave him alone," Neijior said. "Let him cool off for a while. He's going to be fine."

Kelkiar shrugged. "I hope so," was all he said.