March 02, 2011
The Dragons' Destiny
Part 1
Chapter One
Incased, captured whatever you wanted to call it he was in a cell, with no food, nothing. However, the black was a constant companion.
Waking up. Was he really waking up or was he in another dream realm? The other dream realms had been in open places or they resembled his childhood home. However, there was a disadvantage to this, the inablity to talk to other people. It seemed as though he was not really even there. That had been his thought when he first experianced this ' Dream Realm' as he cam to call it.
He? Who was he? He was me, he concluded. Me. I am male. More thoughts flooded his brain. Luke...Blotted out any other thought. That must be my name. Then the picture of a little cottage which, to his amazement signaled a flicker of reconization. His home. I am of a lower family he figured.
Another question then blotted out the picture of his home. Where am I? HE tried to open his eyes but they would not bluge. I figited but nothing moved around me, I them realized the senastion of flying. I am flying?
"King Jason, you are to awaken now." A faint voice came. All memory of his past life zipped away, he clung to it but it slipped through his fingers. I now can not eben remember my name.
"King Jason open your eyes.." The annoying voice came again louder this time. I felt my eyes start to flutter open.
"That is it my King, now a little more. " I opened my eyes to see another man.
"Who are you?" I asked now scared.
"Shhh my king rest, you have been through alot, the fall, then oh everything else you sit back and I will tell you everything." The room began to spin.
"I am your fellow man, John a human, your confidence." His blue eyes danced across my face.
"Tell me John, what is my name?" at this he smiled.
"Jason, that is what you go by with friends, but in court you will go by King Jason the third..." I felt my head spin at that too.
"KIng?"
"Yes of course KIng why wouldn't you be king, your father and your fathers, father, well your grandfather was the founder of the kingdome inwhich you now rule over." I blinked how could this be.
"Okay and this country is named..?"
"Ahh Cor of course. Now King Jason, you were riding with your fiance` when your horse fell over his own stupid feet, and causing you to fall and with that you injured your head deeply. My King there was some who didn't think you would live after such a fall."
"I see," That explained the huge bumb on my head." Well how has my country fared while I was bedredden?" I took up this strange roll which was sat upon my shoulders.
"Exellent I should say, prosperous, much like how you left it, sir." I nodded.
"Well John, I should like my breeches and my other clothing I am already tired of this bed." I was about to get up but a hand stoped me.
" Sir you should go slowly about this, your head injury was near fatal." My anger flared. How dare he tell me no.
"Sir, I caution you on your behaivor, now my clothes, I need to be up on my feet and not laying about on my bum." Faint memories on courtesy to monarchs came to my mind.
"Now!" With that John pulled a string which rang a bell far off.
"Yes your Majesty." I stood up, head no more spinning.
"Now this Cor, what of the crops, tell me of ecomonc things, how do we profit?" I walked over to my window and saw a sprawling city around me. Other memories came of how a monarch should be ran, with a tight hand.
"Sir, My King we export fruit to the Islands, and to..Eywn. The abomnation." That last part was muttered.
"John! What was that?"
"Oh nothing except that the nighboring country has a favoring towards The elf kind."
"Why Is this.?" I turned around to face John.
"Oh because...ah your clothes are hear now be dressed and more we will talk of poitical things." With a nod I walked forward and began to dress.